My Stepsister

Listen, I've heard quite a few impressively strange things. However, this takes the cake. When I moved here I was made to get a job and was hounded until I got one. My stepsister Tricia had a job, she had two and was allowed to quit both and claimed the reason behind it is her bi-polar. In case you haven't noticed retarded citizens hold jobs. People with actual mental disabilities hold jobs. There is no fracking excuse for anyone who is as smart as she claims to be to not hold a job. You see this is not the problem however. The problem is that even though she has no money she continues to spend money she does not have. Not to mention that my parents allow her to go wherever she wants in their car without making her pay for gas. Does anyone else see the flaw in this?

My House is Wack

So, I'm not sure what to say really. It kinda caught me off guard that my dad would come in cussing and spitting. It's really not like him at all. He said I needed to straighten up my attitude and pretty much told me and my sister that we were lazy leeches. It just seems to me that my sister and I were a bit singled out in this case... However despite my distaste for such a vulgar display I did what I was asked. My new rebellion is talking only when I want to and otherwise being the ideal, quiet, child.

the stinkeye

I've been getting the stinkeye from everyone in my house... is that a bad sign.

WHOAH!

Picture this, you are walking down the street and you hear the most hardcore thrash sound EVER. You listen behind in the alleyway for a few and vow to return later with your friend who also enjoys said music.
You return later to find that the crazy music is gone. Your buddy who you brought along knocks on the door to the garage and a bloodcurdling deathmetal scream exlodes from the warehouse. You and your two buddies are so fearful for your lives that you scatter and meet up at a local establishment.
You begin to walk down to Rite-Aid to purchase junk food and BAM one of your friends is straightarmed by a 300 pound skinhead covered in tattoos from head to toe and he turns to your other friend and begins to scream in his face for a short time until he leaves in a scary as hell cloud of dust.
You attempt to shrug off the adrenaline and continue with your buisness. You find five dollars on the ground at a gas station(WIN!) and then are promptly questioned by the cops.

THE END
true story btw

I'm Pissed

I light a candle in the house and suddenly I'm a drug addict.
Fuck the people in this house.

Neglect

Okay so I've neglected my blog...
I've neglected my blog a lot.
I've been busy with my crappy job, my recently more difficult school work, and my band that is now gaining personal momentum. It's not like anyone reads it anyway. So lets catch you up.

Mykle is currently in agreement with a friend to quit drugs. I am constantly craving a new escape.
Mykle works at Subway in Perry. I hate it.
Mykle's family thinks he is a stoner. I am disappointed.
Mykle isn't sleeping well anymore. I am constantly tired.
Mykle's family is now giving a monetary allowance to each individual in the house to pay for food.(As opposed to eating together.)
Mykle's sister has a boyfriend. The guy is pretty cool.
Mykle has been to prom with his friend Kelzie. Got asked to his prom by Jessica but turned her down due to lack of money.
Mykle's band has recorded a crappy cover. "Yay!"

Thats the lowdown.

The Job

Yeah, I'm pretty much down with working at Subway...