i should be writing in my journal

this is fucking terrible. i procrastinate too much. im gonna keep posting random shit, cause im bored. im just waiting on kenneth to finish showering cause i wanna shower. afterwards my punk ass will play call of fucking duty. i havent all weekend. i tried to on friday but knocked out. by the way, my psid is kevin coony

i wrote three journals today. im almost caught up. just about ten more. fuck. i dont trust this page enough yet to start venting about all the happenings and events going on in my life. by the way i fucking love buffalo wings and could use some.

yeah, i have no idea why i made this. i guess im following the trend, and also i have a nice little drafting station for my english class journo. im kevin cunanan, im a senior in bogota, i play football and run in track, i play guitar, and i really cant label myself. i like to dress nice, but other days i like to bum down like a jock, then today i dressed like a complete gangster-nigga. i go on facebook a lot and i want an itouch. after hs im pursuing a career in the army. electronic warfare weapon systems engineering. i also want to work in the field, maybe some infantry work and i want to try sharpshooting. it could be in my blood, idk. no, its not because of my recent obsession of call of duty, ive been wanting to blow shit up since i was a wee lad.

that is me before an interview with captain pride, the west point admissions officer. by the way up is a fantastic movie. anyway, as the title suggests, i do want to attempt to maybe become an officer in the army rangers. yeah, i live a fast life. i miss football. i tore my mcl. my mcl can go fuck itself. only two people will read this, peace out