10-31-04 - 3:33 p.m.
october 31 sunday
Cold as the devil
Straight from the underground, the rebel, a lower level
They came to see the maniac psychopath
The critics heard of me, and the aftermath
I don't give a damn and it shows
And when I do a stage show I wear street clothes
~2PAC
didnt sleep at all last night. god i was so much pain. who thought up this system? i cant even begin to tell you how tired i am. i cant even go to sleep now because i am a slave to where the buss tour wants us to go.
i ate nothing at breakfast and barely spoke. mom has new friends now so they chatted.
on to the buss and goodbye salem. but not hello home. not yet. its hello old sturbridge village. a whole piece of property dedicated to the past. where people churned their own butter and made their on clothing and yada yada yada.
it was a beautiful place. i am sure i would have enjoyed it more if i wasnt half way to death. i am sure i wasnt at all good company.
they made us stay in this collonial hell for 4 hours. finally we all got to start our way home. the bus ride was terrible. bumpy and everyone was about ready to kill each other. i personally had my eye on the anastasias evil clone. one more stupid comment from her and wham! dead.
we finally got to new rochelle at 9 pm. me and mom and this other lady waited to picked up. we sat in the same mcdonalds this whole shittin thing started at. waited. and waited. and mom got more and more paranoid. and we waited. and mom got more paranoid. and i got pissier. calm down april. waited, pissier, paranoid. FUCK! i am going to check outside for the car!. nothing. go back in. and we wait. finally the woman comes in and says shes been waiting for over an hour for us. what? YOU STUPID FUCKIN IDIOT! WHY DIDNT YOU COME IN! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! but i held that all inside. it will all be ok. into the lincoln town car. drop girl number one off. then us. aunt cathy is late. we sit at mcdonalds number 2 and we wait. and wait. and wait. finally the black SUV of salvation! into the car. home. bed.
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