the devils right-hand man//petekey

fuckin algebra

pete

man i really  fucking hate school. i don't really understand how any of this is gonna help me get a job or have a family....most of it doesn't even make sense! so what's the point?

the only good things about school are probably english and music. i've always loved english but music is my favorite- i'm good at it too.

music has always been my favorite way of expressing myself, no matter what i'm feeling i can let it out through my bass. my bass guitar is honestly my best friend. well- other then patrick that is.

i'm actually in a band! it's called fall out boy and we're pretty good if i do say so myself. i write most of the lyrics and play bass of course.

we've only played a few shows- and we don't have enough songs for a full album yet but we're getting there. we have a song called 'saturday' that i think is pretty good.

my bandmates are freaking awesome though! joe is a great musician- not to mention patrick and his crazy voice. it almost sounds like soul. (we really need a drummer though.)

brendon practices with us whenever patrick is busy but he's not really part of the band. he likes to do his own thing. maybe he'll start his own band someday...i don't know if anyone could actually put up with him though.

what was i going on about?

oh yeah school. it fucking sucks. especially algebra. fuckin algebra. (i don't need math to be a rockstar bassist now do i?? nope, didn't think so)

not to mention the "bullies". mark and bob...actually mark isn't too bad, but bob has made it his lifes mission to torment me.

whenever he's around i'm either getting punched in the face or pushed into the lockers while the rest of the school just watches.

one time joe and pat tried to help me fight them off- which resulted in all three of us getting a beating and detention. bob, of course, got off with a warning because his dad is the football coach or some cliche shit like that.

most of the time i come home with a black eye or a wound of some sort. i always have to convince my parents that i "just fell down" or "got attacked by a dog on my way home from school."

i sometimes wanna tell them the truth...about how bob has been making my life a living hell. but i think it would somehow make things worse. i think bob would somehow pin the blame on me. make me the bad guy.

i don't know. i just kinda wish i had someone who could look after me. like a strong friend or an older brother. maybe like a guardian angel or something. fuck- even a demon would be better then bob bryar.

who cares though...i'll graduate in a few months and then i never have to see any of these bullies again! i can move out of chicago. maybe even release an album with the band.

that would be awesome....with the band...the band....fuck! i have band practice in 7 minutes! oh god i gotta go-

i grab my bass and keys and swing out the door as fast as possible- i can't miss band practice. i fucking love band practice.

ssup bitchesss
second chaper done
please forgive me for calling you bitches i am but an innocent child

-jj <3