JIGGAWAT'S JOURNAL
AT WORLD'S END, I MEAN YEAR'S


THE YEAR IS BASICALLY OVER. IT'S LEFT A BAD TASTE IN MY MOUTH.

RESOLUTION YOU ASK? THOSE INSIGNIFICANT FIGMENTS OF OUR MINDS WHICH DICTATE OUR THOUGHT OF NEW YEARS, ONLY TO BE BROKEN AND LEFT ALONE UNTIL THE FOLLOWING NEW YEARS. MY RESOLUTION IS TO NOT HAVE ANYMORE OF THESE RESOLUTIONS THAT I HAVE NEVER KEPT.

TWO YEARS BACK:
ME: I SHALL NOT CURSE AFTER NEW YEARS

ME (ABOUT 5 SECONDS AFTER THE COUNTDOWN IS COMPLETE) : OH SHIT! YOU FUCKIN SPILLED YOUR DRINK ON MY SHIRT!


ENOUGH DWELLING ON THE BOTTOMLESS PAST, I WANT SOME BOTTOMLESS FRIES. OKAY. THE YEAR HAD ITS SUGAR COATS. GOT GOING WITH THE BAND, AND REMEMBERING FIVE YEARS BACK WHEN I USED TO SIT IN MY ROOM AND WONDER IF I'D EVER BE ABLE TO LEARN THE REPTILIA SOLO. NOW THIS YEAR I'VE PLAYED THAT SHIT IN FRONT OF CROWDS LIKE FIVE TIMES. IT'S INTERESTING HOW THINGS PAN OUT. SUCKS THAT I MAY HAVE TO LEAVE THE BAND BEHIND, COLLEGE. NYC IS A BIG CITY, AND COLLEGE IS SUCH A SMALL PART OF LIFE, BUT IT SORTA SHAPES ALL OF LIFE. I GOTTA GET SOME FUCKING EXPENSIVE AND HIGH QUALITY SHAPING TOOLS FOR COLLEGE, CAUSE I GOTTA A LOT OF SHIT TO FIX AND SHAPE ABOUT MYSELF. I GOTTA ADMIT, I'M SCARED OVER WHO WILL ACCEPT ME. I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE ARE LIKE "YOU'LL GET IN," A HACKNEYED RESPONSE THAT SERVES THE SOLE PURPOSE OF DESTROYING AWKWARDNESS PROVIDED BY A PERSON SPILLING THEIR CONCERN OVER THEIR FUTURE EDUCATION ALL OVER THE PRODUCER OF THIS HACKNEYED RESPONSE. BUT WHATEVER, PEOPLE NEED TO CALM DOWN. I LIKE TO READ THIS SHIT AFTER I WRITE IT. IT'S FUNNY. NOT FUNNY. BUT FUNNY. FUNNY TO SEE THE PERSON I BECOME WHEN I WRITE MY THOUGHTS AND ORGANIZE THEM, NOT WORRYING ABOUT IMPRESSING AN ENGLISH TEACHER OR SAT GRADER OR COLLEGE ADMISSIONS PERSONNEL.

FUCK THE POE LEECE!