i saw "metallica: some kind of monster" last night and as a result, i have a new found respect for the band. they really are metal gods. i also took the cd safi made me with the 100 mp3s of metallica songs and ripped it to my hard drive (i didn't before because i was too lazy and i didn't have that much interest in metallica--i do now). i think metallica just gained another fan. it's never too late to enjoy good fucking music. i've been listening to my metallica collection all morning and i am thoroughly impressed. so much so, i have a viagra boner, heh.

lars ulrich, however, is a douchebag personified; it isn't the fact that he went to court to fuck with napster, the p2p file sharing program, its the fact that his head dwells within the inner reaches of his own asshole.

throughout the entire movie, you could sense his...douchbaggedness. it was really annoying. someone is going to assasinate him one day. james hetfield(spelling?) seems like a fucking awesome guy. he's got some temper problems, supposedly, but they never really showed up at all during the documentary. he also supposedly is an ex-alcoholic. i think its understandable coming from a metal band to be an alcoholic druggy, its the american way. kirk hammit, on the other hand, seems to be the fucking buddhist of the group. by that, i mean he's the calm, cool, collected metal head who i would look up to. the guy is a ridiculously great guitarist, and he seems like he was the one in the group who was always saying, "guys calm down, we dont need fighting, this is counterproductive," etc etc.

ok so other than the fact that i am a new metallica fan, i'm moving out tomorrow. no more parents. no more do this and do that. it's going to be me calling the shots, and taking them. preferably one after the other.

we had problems with the trailer we rented at u-haul. we called them to see where we'd pick it up tomorrow morning, then they said we could only pick it up at 11am, which is bullshit because we need to be out of this house by 8 or 9 tomorrow. fuck driving long distances in the afternoon, man. they called again to say they couldn't find a trailer at all and that we might have had to pick it up in either turlock or manteca or stockton(stockton is an hour from here, sounds like fuck you, no). they called an hour later to say they found one, but its larger than the one we originally reserved, which is no problem, so looks like everything is set. i'm taking a break from packing my shit right now..packing is no deal for me, especially when i am packing to leave this retarded place.

it seemed for a little while like fate wanted to fuck with me and give me shit right before i was going to leave. it seemed like murpheys law was kicking in and shoving a large bamboo stick up my anus, but oh well. if there is a god, i am thouroughly pissed with him/her/it.

i don't find it funny one bit. i have eaten so much goddamned shit this summer. nobody has any idea (well maybe only my really really really closest friends know) so don't even bother asking. i swear. don't even ask me how my summer was. fuck you all. seriously. i dont care about anything anymore (unless once again you are my closest closest closest friend, in which case its fine). but don't you fucking dare tell me i didn't have a shitty summer. this was the worst of my life. i hope no one ever has to deal with the amount of shit i did this summer. read my previous journal entries and you might get an idea. most of you don't read this or give a shit anyways, so who gives a fuck?

i won't be online for a few days, maybe not until thursday...or whenever i get the internet set up in the house, so just give me a call...chances are, if u don't already have my number, then you shouldnt call me and i hate you. i hope you die.

bye kids!