'Jesus hates you'

I woke at Amy's without a headache.
Woo.
Went home to feed the cat and call Rose.
I didn't get that place I was hoping on.
I headed back to Amy's.
We hung out in her clean room.
Went to visit another place, in the middle of nowheres, with the smallest room ever.
That wasn't going to work out.
Nathalie came over and bought me and Amy some food.
I love the Nathalie.
We watched way too many episodes of friends.
I smoked a bit of pot, I don't even like the way it makes me feel anymore.
I passed out without studying.
When I woke up I realized I was screwed.
Went to a payphone and got my mid-term pushed back again.
Thank you Mr. Philosophy for being so understanding.
I did a whole bunch of work at work for free, and my boss fed me.
I called around a few more places, went to see a few more.
Went to find Troy at his place.
I pledged 50$ to CKDU for help with packing and lyrics.
I would of pledged 50$ regardless but it was fun.
Lesson learned about lyrics - It doesn't have to make sense.
I think I had that one down to begin with.
Maybe I'll write a song backwards and in French.
No sense, no sense, no sesnnsse, on sesnesns.. .. ., , .. ..
My living room was in a sad state by the time he left.
We shared a can of 'Rockstar' which also comes in diet, and you know felt the raw punk rock juices flow.
I'm kidding by the way.
I started reading Edie, I fell asleep with the book open, woke up and started reading immediately.
I went to some old ladie's house for a room, it wasn't going to work.
I'm not trying to be picky, but I don't want to live in a place where I won't be happy until August.
Josh might have a place for me to stay.
Troy fed me a sausage.
No, not that.
We went to my house for more packing good times.
He came up with my punk name which is.... ..... .. Lindsay Lohand-Slapper.
Yeah thats right.
Packed packed packed, dirty underwear on the pavement, hardy- har- har.
I went to the One World Cafe.
Roland Blinn was awesome, he played chess with himself and was just cool shit.
Got to see and hear the 'Phil'.
Be Bad and Gilbert Switzer played some sets.
Battledick had a trombone in the mix this time around.
It was all very magical.
Recyclone made it on time and was pretty alright.
Amy walked me home, and we danced a bit.
I finished Edie and started in on Popism.
I just finished my mid-term that I'd been putting off.
I went to speak to Randi one of my teachers.
I told her all my bullshit life shit and she told me this story.
She said "In graduate studies, in one month, I was going through a divorce, homeless, jobless, and just getting kicked in the ass, slapped in the face at every turn. One day I was leaving a class and I passed by a mail box on it someone had wrote 'Jesus hates you'. It was the first time I laughed in months, there it was the answer 'Jesus hates ME'."...
I like her, she's funny.
Its funny how all my friends tell me I'm honest and thats why they ask advice from me.
I don't sugar coat things, or bring it to a dramatic point.
I want to go back to being that.
When was that anyways? The summer probably.