I'm back although most of you probably don't even know I left.  I decided to get away for a while.  I was tired of all the bitching and goings on of homelife.  So Benji, Kyle, Rachel and I went camping and had a pretty good time of it, despite the fact that Florida has banned having campfires till it freakin rains. 

    But since being back I feel cold and misplaced.  I know most of you reading probabaly think this is just a diary of an angstful 17 year old.  Well, maybe it is.  Maybe that's all it really is.  But I do know that what I feel is real.  So it is what it is and that's all. 

    A friend of mine gave me this really good idea.  I should keep a journal of all the times I feel mistreated or all the times I feel like my parents are being shitty.  I can keep it all through my teen years and that way I won't make the same mistakes as they did when I'm a dad.  I'm sure I could be a good dad someday.  I hope so anyhow.  Sometimes you just never know.  Do you think all the times your own parents messed up has some effect on you?  I mean, I'm sure it does and as much as I hate to side with them.  They are people after all, just like me?  And we all know people make mistakes.  I sure make enough of them.  What can you do though? 

    By the way.  I have some really interesting news.... shit... my parents need my assistance.  Isn't that just the shit?  Well, I'll have to get back at you next time.