I don't think I'll ever actually get the hang of this stupid thing. The idea of sitting on my ass in front of my computer on a regular basis, typing out some absolute nonsense on a 'blog' just doesn't seem to have a valid point to me. I mean, aside from Chase (who only reads my 'blog' to make fun of me), who really cares what I have to say on this stupid thing? The few friends I have who might bother to follow it, never really comment on it. Take Dani for instance. Of course, she's got a ton of other things to be doing and commenting on some guy she used to know before she got famous' journal is probably the last thing on her extremely long list of things to do. No offense, Belmont. I'm sure you're still as down to earth as you ever were. Not sure that's saying much.

Okay, I'm sorry. That's harsh. I'm not in the best of moods lately. Los Angeles gets worse on a daily basis and if I was smart, like my brother, I'd have left this fucking town ages ago. I only have a few weeks left of school before I'm finally finished and can hopefully stop picking up everyone else's garbage for a living, which is a definite bonus. But for some reason, I'm sitting here wondering if the whole college endeavor wasn't a waste of time. What good is it really going to do me? How much work is there for carpenter's these days? Are they really building as many houses with the economy in shambles now as they used to? Sure, I could get a job working for people who are trying to 'flip' the shitty houses that are already on the market, but I'm not going to make a whole lot of money doing that, now am I?

It's funny. When I started school, I didn't go into my chosen line of business thinking 'oh, that's gonna make me a ton of cash.' If I had done that, I probably would have gone to medical school like my parents wanted, because at least then I'd see some sort of flow into my bank accounts. But no, I picked a trade that will have me scraping the barrel for the rest of my life. Chances are, I'll have to pick up a part-time job just to make ends meet. And if that's the case, I might as well continue working as a sanitation worker.

Alright, maybe updating this thing tonight wasn't my best idea. Not only do I think that journals are stupid, but I'm not coloring myself very well right now. Whatever. I'm going to bed.