Kids with guns. Kids with guns. Taking over. It won't be long.

I had the best dream last night =D

Okay, okay. So, here's how it went. I was back in school and everyone was heading to the buses because school just ended. The buses are all lined up and I was standing behind the back one. I don't know why but I was completely psychotic. I had a gun and as everyone was walking toward my bus I was shooting them. Well, the ones who looked at me funny and the ones I didn't like. The were all dying. But in my dreams I jump from place to place randomly. All of a sudden I was being chased by people and I thought I ran out of ammo but I didn't because I shot them all. Then I saw J.R. and Justice (2 kid's from my school who I hate) I shot them both as I ran by. Then I was looking down at a big group of people as I ran by and I shot the ones I didn't like in the face. So much blood. Then I made it back to the bus. All my friends were on it. So. Blake and Destany. I was looking out the window of the first seat, behind the drivers. As everyone was running toward my bus I was just killing them all. Letting some go by. The ones who got by stood in a group outside the bus door and I didn't care about them, they weren't bothering me. I just kept shooting everyone I didn't like and watching them bleed out, watching their heads explode like fireworks. I quite enjoyed it.. I woke up happy.

Fuck father's day. I don't know what it is about being intoxicated that makes me want to blog. Back to my original point. Fuck father's day. I walked out and heard my older brother and my mom talking about going to breakfast sunday and at this point I wasn't sure what Sunday was. I asked why and she said "Because it's fun" Because it's fun? We never go to breakfast. Fuck breakfast. I'm pissed tonight. I asked what the occasion was and she said "well it is father's day.." Oh THANK YOU! Let's Go To BRREAKfast to reMIND me that my fucking father was a douche bag who walked out on us by commitign fucking suicide. I'm sorry dad, I guess someone should have told you down the road you'd have to choose between your kids and your drugs. FUCK YOU! I don't know if I really hate him, but I find it easier to be pissed off then depressed. So my above statement stands. Fuck You Dad! I'm fucking glad you're gone you selfish son of a bitch. Okay. I had something else to write about. What the fuck? I can't recall.. -_-

I've become pissed off recently. I can't stop reading that email.. and everytime I do I get infuriated adn one day. I'm gonna take out that rage on the person who eventually wrote it. You see I'm building up anger and storing it for a rainy day. And by rainy day I mean the day I run into the bastard. The day I'm arrested for slitting his throat. The day I tear his fucking eyes out with my hands. The day I stab him repeatedly. I need to release the anger from the words. The vile words repeating in my head. The immense hatred I feel is unbearable, explainable I can't.. I forgot the rest of that thought. Anyway, Just know I hate you bitch and someday I will slit your throat. I should probably be careful what I write, eh? I don't even think or know if I should even post this shit. Fuck you! I don't give a shit anymore.. about anythign. Fuck my life. I just don't fucking know where I am or where I'm meant t obe or where I want to be. Well, I know where I want to be, I want t obe in San Diego, right now, with my cousins. I wanna go there overf summer. Hell I wanna go there forever. Fuck. It'll never happen. I'm stuck in this Hell hole.

I don't wanna do anything for Fathers day. Why should I? Father's day is a day made to celebrate fathers everywhere. So lets go down the check list..
Am I a father... Fuck No
Do I have a father.. Fuck No
Do I have a father figure.. Fuck No,
So why the fuck should I celebrate? Fuck that shit, I'm not going to breakfast. They can fucking go without me. We used to celebrate with my grandpa.. but you know what? He's a jack ass. He doesn't care about us why should he? In his eyes I'm just a Satan worshiper because I don't believe in a God. Fuck YOu! Okay? Just because I don't need your imaginary friend to help me get through life, doesn't mean I'm a terrible person. I'm a terrile person for other reasons. Fuck,. I'm a terrible person. Fuck this shit, I'm out. See ya.

A lots been on my mind. I know I haven't posted in a while but that's because it's summer vacation which means I'm at home all day listening to music and skating. Pretty boring, but whatever. Yesterday (?) I went to Oakhurst and saw Kayla at the pizza factory. While we were there an old lady walked by so I waved and said hi then Kayla, without thinking, said "Jacob don't scare the old people" Old people! Right in front of the lady! The lady just walked off and about 10 minutes later she came back and Kayla said "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to call you old" and all that. I'm innocently laughing and guess who gets insulted by the lady? The kid who called her old or the innocent bi-stander! That's right, it was me! The lady was like "It's okay! I thought he was your brother and he was retarded" What the fuck? The old bag calls me retarded! Whatta bitch! Evidently you can't wave at someone without being retarded. -_-

What else has happened over summer? Well today I went to the pool with Blake and Sam. That was pretty fun, it was 7 - 9 so it wasn't all bright out. I love swimming at night. Or at least after the sun sets, but it's best when the stars are out.

Hmmm, nothing else has really happened. I mean, mentally a lot has happened. I've been thinking so much.. There's nothing else to do. Some thoughts are good... some thoughts are bad... some thoughts are about slitting throats and some thoughts are confusing yet understandable and those specific thoughts, or thought rather, makes me start a whole new line of thought. More of a decision, you know? I hate making big decisions.. I wish I could see the future so I know what I'm suppose to do. I don't know what to do anymore.. I just don't know.. about anything..

But I'm okay, for now. I shall just continue listening to Ska and living life day by day. See ya 'round. =]

- Jacob.

Are we the last living souls?

Just a random note: I made a tumblr, It's extremely obnoxious and looking in retrospect I don't know why I made it, but I did. I don't know how often I'll post there and it will probably be mostly about music, skating, and short comic strips that I find amusing. Kind of like Hobotopia (Liiiink --> http://apelad.blogspot.com/) <-- Check it out =] But anyway, here is the link to my tumblr if anyone decides to care =] http://jacobschumaker.tumblr.com/

The lights come on, I track her moves. Locking the door.. crossing the room.

So this is me once I figured out my phone had a night vision option. =]

Sha la la la... Sha la la la la...

What is on my mind at the moment? I'd have to say music. I'm now on a search to find the best band ever.. It's nearly impossible to choose. Horrorpops? Maybe.. The Cramps? Possibly.. Jack Off Jill? Probable.. or maybe not even Psychobilly music at all. Maybe something more like The Cure, or Blur. Maybe Even Depeche Mode.. Who knows? It could even be The Clash, or The Jam.. 20/20.. X..  I think this is an impossible task. I can't choose a favorite band. It's not possible. It's just not possible.. D=