Good bye summer... Hello Collge Chicks.

Today is Monday, I'm getting ready for school (toothbrush in mouth) but I'm also trying to get the fuckin' comment option on this thing to work. DAMNIT!

Summer Time, When the Livin's Easy...

I like.. actually talked to and really introduced myself to two hot chicks today... WOW KEVIN... two WHOLE chicks...

Shut up.

Swsteveo85: i had to work today
FreestyleFat Ass: yeah?
FreestyleFat Ass: how'd that go?
Swsteveo85: extremely busy and i saw dave judd
Swsteveo85: ...
Swsteveo85: so it was bad

I scored a 71% on the "How Lombard are you?" Quizie! What about you?

It's funny, life's way of turning things around for you.

So today I found out that it was the people who I thought I could trust the most that were the one's behind my whole screen name crisis. It ends up they all hate me or something like that. I guess I just expected different things out of friends than they offer.

(Lostprophets - Last Train)

I began this post on September 14th. But then I decided that I should clear my head before I fully address this situation that I have been thrown into.

I guess that I had always thought I was one of them. Ya know... The Klan... Devin, Tom, Tony, Mike, Ben, Dennis. It was always us. I thought. But now they seemed to have had to push me out. Which is fine. I have other friends... I'll miss the good times in the basement. But then again... Paul's got a basement, too.

It also seems that this is happening for a reason. You see, upon my decision to attend the College of DuPage, my parents gave me the change to make the money I will be spending on tuition and books back if I get a B average or higher. This whole losing a group of friends thing has allowed me to completely focus on studying on the weekdays. If I were still hanging out with them (being all my age or older, they would have the ability to go out on weekdays) I would be going out on weekdays. But since now all my local friends are in high school. I am forced to wait until the weekend for any sort of social gatherings... which is, oddly enough, fine with me.

I guess I'd have been a little more forgiving towards all of them had they not lied to me and kept me believing that it was someone who has no access to Tony's basement who had done this shit to my screen name. But no, Mike offered words of consolation. Tom told me, "You just don't do that kind of shit to people." Tony told me, "No one who hangs out in this basement has done this."

In fact. They probably weren't in the basement at all. But is that really even a valid point anymore? No. It has become apparent that bull shit like this follows you everywhere. I used to call it high school bull shit... it's not that at all. It's live bull shit. It happens at work, it happens online, it happens at school, it happens at home, and you can't get away from it. It's one thing to say that life sucks. I'm not saying that at all. I'm more or less saying life sucks a good percentage of the time. And you need to try and find good in every situation. Even if that good leads to a little more studying on your part. :-)

To the Klan: You guys have been a big part of my life and my high school career whether I like it or not. I wouldn't like music from Radiohead or Beck if it wasn't for Mike. I would have never drummed in black lights or downhill bob-sledded if it wasn't for Devin. Without Tom, I would have never stood 2 and a half feet away from a moving train. Dennis, I have probably had some of my best conversations in a car with you. Ben. What can I say. Ninja Turtles and Ghostbusters.

--I'm still gonna try and hang out with Tony, because he's been my friend since pre-school, and I like him. I like Dennis still, too.--

I will never forget some of the shit we've done. Because it has been fun. But there comes a time when you have to leave childish things behind. I hope you guys come to that time before you're stuck being a kid in an adult world, because that would be unfortunate.

The musings of Bill Jagnow: "On a lighter note, I now have a small desk in the platoon office. This concession was made to me because of the duties I'm taking on as the administrative liason or whatever for my platoon. I decided to spice things up a bit by bringing a small, stuffed monkey to live on my desk. This monkey has not been received well, to say the least. Every morning, I have to contend with the aftermath of my colleagues' favorite new pasttime: 'hide the monkey.' I have found the monkey in the refrigerator, the microwave, fed halfway into the printer, and with his head stuck in a filing cabinet, as well as in a variety of compromising poses. I asked my platoon sergeant why he hates the monkey so much. 'Because of the way he looks at me,' was his reply. Admittedly, the monkey does have kind of a haunting, accusative glare in his beady little monkey eyes."

I love Bill Jagnow.

freestylephatass (12:10:51 AM): what's this mean

Auto response from drummer4life x (12:10:51 AM): %d ...?

freestylephatass (12:10:52 AM): Bonjour, tu partie du merde. Je te deteste et je deteste tes mots. Grosso-modo, ne me parle pas parce-que je ne suis pas ton ami. Tu n'as pas un grande pénis, mais tu es un grande pénis.
drummer4life x (12:11:31 AM): hello, you piece of shit. I hate you and hate your words. Summarily, don't talk to me because I am not your friend. You do not have a big penis, but you are a big penis.
freestylephatass (12:12:05 AM): did you write that?
freestylephatass (12:12:19 AM): cuz that was pretty fast for a translation from you
drummer4life x (12:12:25 AM): yeah, lol

Okay, so it seems that someone (I don't know who it is) has decided to borrow my screen name for a while. I don't know how long... I don't know who, nor why. It may seems like something stupid to complain about. But think about it this way. How many people in this world (or... country, rather) use AIM as their main method of communication from home. A good portion. I lost a whole bunch of screen names that I had only recently aquired. Mike makes a good point...

Electrojuana: anyone's name you can't remember isn't worth talking to.

On top of that. I have also lost all of my neat and quirky away messages. But even that doesn't amount to my loss of trust of AOL or AIM as a whole. If in fact this is someone whom I've never met before in my life... then that means that this could happen to anyone at any time. How scary is that?

--To the person who has taken my screen name--

I just would like you (and everyone else who I'm sure will read this) to know that for some stupid fucking reason, I'm the kind of person who will lose sleep over something stupid like this. I will lay in my bed and try and think of anyone who I've pissed off in the past weeks who knows anything useful about computers. I will do this. I already have begun. I will spend this evening like many others when similar things have happened and wake up every hour.. and think some more. It may seem like something stupid or miniscule like a screen name to you. To me, however, it is a little more than that. For me it is (was) a sort of way to express myself without being Kevin Hopkins. That screen name was also a gift from my friend Mike, who came up with the name for me when we were talking one day about how I needed a new one. That may sound stupid as well... but I don't think that I need to justify why that little story makes the name important to me. Just know what you're putting me through.

In other news. Working at Babies 'R Us still sucks dong. I should be getting a new stereo head unit in my minivan as well. That makes me happy.

I'm going to try and get some sleep.

Yeah, so...

(Mike Else - You have Been Chosen)

Update:

Kelly blew me off both of the days she was home. I even called in sick to work the second time so that I may have even spent a half and hour with her at her grandparents house.. but even that wasn't good enough for this bitch. So no go on that.

Then, (here's where it gets good) I call her (Why? I'll never know.) on the Thursday to see if she was coming home for the Labor Day weekend... her roommate answers the phone because she's too drunk to talk to people.. and assures me that she'll be home tomorrow. Okay, good times. Friday comes. 6:30 pm or thereabouts. She calls.

"Yeah, I'm at the student center.. we're going to a concert tonight.. some band.. I heard they're pretty good... yeah..."

"Oh... so you're not coming home this weekend..."

"No, I thought about it, and then i thought... ya know.. for what?... why would i come back..."

KEVIN IN HIS HEAD:

"WHY?! FOR ME... YOU FOOL... WHAT THE FUCK?!"

And to make a long story even longer.

Saturday... I work 9-5... then we (Nick Z, me, Shannon, Paul, Bob, Richie joins us later, Jax, and Michelle (I Talk A Lot) Avila) go out to Culver's on Lake Street. Good times. Then back to my house to watch the Blue Man group DVD. More good times.

Then that whole group disapated at around midnight. So Jax, Paul, Steve Weirich and myself were left to search for something to do. I call John Ferguson to see what he's up to. He's at a party that is wittling down to its end. Then he says, "Guess who's here man."

I think, "Hmm, who could it be? Someone I'd really enjoy seeing like Dan Ohman, or someone like that."

"Yeah man, Kelly's here.. with her brother... but yeah.."

Craptacular.

So I guess the only thing I have left to say about it is that it seems that I have wasted my entire summer on a girl that clearly didn't give two shits about me. Wasted on a dream.

But, life goes on. And much like Kelly took me by surprise... someone else may do the same.

SaxyMatt2001: dead chick dead cop raped (but still somehow alive) roomate random bloodied black corpse hanging from the ceiling