And we are coming to a close. Right?

So here we are, on the last day. I purposely took yesterday off. Kind of wanted this one to be memorable. But it will be, if only for the reasoning that it wont be what I want it to be.
I had planned on making this last and final post alot more exciting, alot more revealing, and, well..... that last part I can't say. Because theirs alot that I wanted to happen between then and now, and none of it seems to have. Which is dissapointing, to say the least.

I'll continue to write here, but I think I'm going to take a week off. And I wont pull a 'webcomic artist' and only update when I feel like it. I'm taking a week off, then back to the daily updates. More for my benefit then anyone else's. They say it's healthy to keep a diary, and well, here's mine.

Dear Diary.

Today's mood: Retrospective.

So..... ok, fuck that lay out.

I'd rather not get made fun of for having one time calling this my 'diary', because diarys are mostly about talking about your day and how it made you feel. Which I try and stay away from for the most part. Even though I do it every fucken' time.... *sigh* I think my point there was, we've all used this as a 'diary' for the last 30 days, so yeah.... don't know where I'm going with this

*twiddles thumbs*

oh right, no one cares.

I've been kind of harsh on people recently. I've mentally retreated myself, and lashed out at select few. That's unhealthy. And being an asshole. This whole 'be a better person' thing I set out to do in february is turning out to be alot harder then I thought. Sure, forgive everyone that wronged you was easy, but continuing to have a friendship with them was not. Also, being nice to everybody has to literally mean EVERYONE. Also, my faith has seemed to DIE more then it has gained, which I find incredibly depressing. And that was my main drive. Was to be a better person and hopefully, gain a stronger (if existant) faith again. But that hasn't gone over too well.

Goodbye, old friend....

Finishing a book is alot like losing a good friend or two. When it's all said and done, these characters (or character) that you have spent so much time and effort getting to know, they just vanish. Sure, you may know a little of what happens to them afterward, but it's alot like a friend calling you up 10 years after you graduate and telling you they're married, they have kids and that they're happy. Sure, thats great to know, but you want to have been there. They were a part of your life, and now they're a part of your memory. It's sad, really.

I think a good way to end a story is to completely leave the 'real ending' up to the reader. That way they can continue their adventures in their minds, and either give the ending they want, or continue the story for years to come. That sounds awesome....

Today was.... an adventure. To say the least.

I've noticed a trend in that, I try to stay as much out of the real world as possible, and as much in fantasy and made up stories. I know who I am, and I can define what's real and what's not, but what is real is just so boring to me. I love being lost in a book, emersed in a song, captivated by a game. It's so much better, yet I know its not healthy. I'm no better with books and music now then I was with World of Warcraft freshman year. In the real world, I've tried (and done a good job, in my opinion) of being less offensive to people, trying less and less of being a hassle and more and more of being compliant. The only person that I seem to still lash out at is Kris, but I'll try and improve there.

Nope

Just posting to get a post in. Too much to talk about, none of it I wanna type.

Chia-like, I shall grow...

I fucken' love complaining. I really do. It's so much easier to say "this this and that sucks" rather then going out and fixing it. It's more fulfilling to say what you hate rather then what you love. And I don't know about you, but I'm an 'easy way out' kinda guy. With that said, I think today I'm going to make a list of the things I love (people excluded.)While I know this is setting myself up for white a bit of flamebait, I inquire anyone else who has a blog to list the things that they enjoy in life. It can be relaxing....

• Hugs. Theirs just something so satisfying about knowing that this person is close enough to you to let you into their personal bubble.
  
• Kittens. They're balls of fluff.
  
• The internet. What else allows you to talk about meaningless shit with random people? Lunch time? Maybe.... maybe it's the disconnected ness that makes it fun. *shrug*
• Webcomics. It's like reading someone's random thoughts, and comparing them with yours. I don't know about you, but my random thoughts are story mode.
  
• Winter. When else can you wrap yourself in endless amounts of assorted cloths (and clothes) and not get hot and sweaty? Also, because of the cold, you have a never ending reason to stay inside. Which brings me to...
• Inside. I loathe outdoors. Atleast, during the day. So maybe i just hate the sun, as Sunset is my favorite time of the day.
  
• Sunset. Aside from telling you 'hey, night times coming, get everything ready for awesomness', its also very beautiful. Writers and artists alike have always been captivated by the thought of two lovers watching or being in sunset. Its incredibly romantic, watching day and night dance in the sky. I love it.
• Video games. Now, I could end this by saying "They're fun", but that would be cheating. I know everyone has their own reason for being a 'gamer', but I think mine is.... different. Then again, maybe not. This may sound silly or even stupid, but I view it as the last way of being a 'warrior'. Now, that doesn't mean I think I'm better then everyone else, I just think that by playing against someone else you are testing skill against skill, something that can no longer be done in hand to hand combat, lest you have cops on you or something. I find that, even if I lose, if both of us play with honor and respect for the game, it can be something of endless joy. Maybe I'm weird.
• Music. I could rant longer then I could about video games. Music is an entry into another world, much the same books are (which I'll talk about next). All music tells a story, and I think that's what classifies music away from noise. Of course music is noise, but noise isn't music. And I believe that's why. Music is a form of literature that combines great story telling with fantastic ear candy. One can lose them selves in it, either listening or creating it. It can be interpretted many ways, and can open up new emotions. It can convey a meaning or view point. It can do so many things. Whether you just have it as something in the background to fill in the gaps of conversation, or something to get people moving, or even letting your mind engage in a battle of wits against the writer, music is there to surround. I'm going to stop now, and move on to...
• Books. Oh how I've only recently rediscovered the magic that is books. I'm not sure what people's hatred for reading is. I've always assumed they don't read fast enough, and so blame letters and whatnot for it, but alot of times that isn't the case. Either way, the fact remains. Books will always be better then movie/television. When you watch either, everything is predetermined. You have no say in the matter. But in a book, when they give descriptions, it's up to your mind to interpret everything, your imagination takes hold of the world and creates it before your very eyes. Of course pre destined knowledge helps some, like with a cup or a window, but further description can free your mind from that and allow it to turn something ordinary into something grand.
  
• Sleep. Oh how I love sleep. I guess I just like to escape reality, because the last three things I have described have all been ways of escaping what is real and entering what isn't.
  
• Rain. I've been fascinated by rain since sophmore year. Back then it was sort of a calling to love, but now it's.... something else. Less of a nostalgia bringer, and more of an excuse to get stuff done. I know alot of people have to stop working when it rains, but that is when I start.
  
• Legos. Legos used to be my medium for story telling. I know we all played 'pretend' until we were in the 4th grade, but thanks to legos I continued it till about 7th. And everynow and then, I'm allowed to do it again. I feel like I'm not growing up.... I used to dream about buying alot of legos and having an entire room dedicated to legos when I grew up, and that is still very much a dream for me.
• Chairs. They make my butt comfortable. Nuff' said.
• The 1920s. It seems that, back then there wasn't enough time for imagination. Everything was set in stone that we wouldn't make much more. Kind of funny that it took war to change that thought. And yet, if we were to go back then now with the imagination we had today, what would we come up with? Some bad ass looken' shit. Which we now call steampunk.
• Caffine/sugar. Probably the only non medication 'drug' I will ever take, I just really love being able to stay awake. As much as I love sleep, I'd prefer to do it during the day, thus combining my love of the night with my love of sleep. I'm a nocturnal son of a bitch.

I think my list here is done. It's not really as big as I thought it would be, but oh well.

I suppose I should update, shouldn't I?

We're at day 25 here, and I'm finding it harder and harder to type out stuff. My thoughts have become more single minded, not really wandering off. It seems the only imagination I can muster is that of stuff I already made up. It's all old shit, nothing new. I can't think of too much more to say after that. My thoughts can't be put to words anymore. I don't have much more to say. So I'm signing off here for the night.

Quicky

Walked home with Tanner, we had a craaaaazy time at my house (just played games) now doing homework. My day wasn't exciting, and I have no story to tell. So instead, heres a picture of a bunny with a pancake on it's head

Bit of backstory

Said I would write some backstory, so I did. Only got Kyle, Taylor and Lisa. If you guys don't like them, don't just throw shit at me, just tell me what you do/don't like. Kyle, sorry to tell you that your's is kind of hard to move around.... so yeah.

Kyle-Trained to win, never backs down. Started out in a Dojo of hundreds, it slowly trickled down to around 15-10 due to its intense training etc. After he suspects mal intent within the higher ups, he leaves to escape what evil plan may come to fruitation, and wanders, leaving behind his friend/rival. (that would be me.)

Taylor- A former member of the dojo, while he wasn't one of the first to leave, he wasn't one of the best either. He left after he learned, and mastered, an ability to make him move at incredible speeds. Though in the dojo it was shown and taught as a confusion and not too battle intensive move, he believed it could be used as more then that, and left to design and perfect it as his own fighting style. He never suspected anything in evil going on.

Lisa- Ninja 'in training', her last test was to find, and catch, her master. It's been months since given this objective, and while she hasn't given up, she has decided to that help it will be much easier. She's agreed to help Kyle and Taylor in exchange for help afterwards.



I'm not sure how Taylor meets Kyle, or vice versa, but Lisa accidently runs into those two. I don't know too much about the Dojo's evil intentions, so bare with me here. Just throwing out ideas. Of course, if no one likes this idea at all, then I'll scrap it. Seeing as I'll have no choice.

Street Fighter Alpha 3

Quick rant about this game. Its more fun now that I'm ya know, competent. getting off shoryuken is difficult, though. You cant F-D-F, it doesn't except that. You have to push forward, then down, then downforward. You cant roll them. It hates you for it. Also, the lack of grabs makes for a hard time when the computer is being a block whore. Other then that, juggling is very much a possibility, though not easy. Accidental juggles are fun, and you can tell they can be never ending if you're good.

Music Rant!!

Today is my rant about music. In short, I'm going to name a band, talk about it, relate it to myself, then rate them. If this already sounds boring, stop reading now. Just stop. If you do not like my taste in music, I implore you to not read any further. I'm serious. You'll find this boring. Are you really still reading? Fine, but you don't get to complain about how boring this was. I warned you. This I'm going to mod this post so you cant make comments. So if you want to talk to me about it, DO IT IN REAL LIFE!!!

In alphabetical order.

The Academy Is...-Let me start by saying, if you like Fall Out Boy's voice with out all the whiny shit, this is pretty much the band for you. It's the grown up person's FOB. I say that with all respect to FOB, but still. ANYWAYS, not much else to say, they vary from the required Single to the awesome rocking out song, and even throw in two "Make you think and chill...." songs. All in one CD. Santi was a bit of a mess, so I wont hit on that, and saying I've only heard of their third CD (but what I heard, I liked) theirs not much else to say.

8/10

Alkaline Trio- Considering I was listening to this band in my 'self pity' stage, the fact that I still find them enjoyable is amazing. This is the closest to 'Goth' or 'hardcore emo' I've ever gone, and that I ever plan to go to. Then again, that might be me lying, as I just like music. In short, love the bass, love the singer, and even the lyrics can be bad ass. The single is good, the bad ass rocking song is there, and even a "make you think and chill...." song is there, all with a kind of darker twist, though. Not really for someone who thinks too heavily about what other people think about them. But if you just want a good CD, then Crimson is one for you to get. Sadly, the other CDs sort of.... crash deeply into the 'darker' side, and go full out goth. *sigh*

7/10

The Arma Mirage-I'm not too sure what to say here. This band isn't bad...... but all their songs are the same. It's no wonder these guys are still low, and I haven't really heard about nor from them since Warped Tour. A year ago. If you have some time, go ahead and Limewire them or something. I'm really not too sure if you'll find them.

5/10

Cobra Starship-I love this band. Let me reiterate that. I really love this band. The way they easily transition from something akin to early Gym Class to a more smooth r&b, and even to some easy rock. Good beats, good rocken out, and a good single.

8/10

Coheed & Cambria- God's gift to music. Ok, maybe an exageration. Either way, with four CDs slowly going from some nice emo rock to a good 'almost-metal-minus-the-death-metal-scream' with the awesome guitar solo's and sexy bass. And then to a nicely done imitation of 80's rock. All the while, staying true to their roots, and the fact that they tell a story the entire time just seals the deal. With many good rock songs, crazy imagination, and a damned good singer with more then one trick up his sleeve, the only thing they're missing is the ability to rap.

9.5/10

The Cover Up- Pretty much a solid stereotypical screamo band, not too much else to say. Can sometimes be a bit repetitive, but seeing as their CD was an EP, and the fact that their entire songs are nothing but long rifts, it's hard to complain about it. If you just want a good screamo CD, then heres your band. If you don't like screamo, dont listen. Then I don't have to hear you.

6/10

Daft Punk- A band that needs no intro, mainstream-techno done right, a band no one can say 'I don't like them' with a straight face, something for everyone here. If you need some nice chill songs, some good dance beats, some awesome house music, just pick up a CD of theirs, or bust out Youtube and have a blast. Either way, you're getting good music.

9/10

Eiffel 65- Daft Punk's failed rivalry.With repetitive beats and repetitive vocals, its no wonder they lost and broke up. Oh well, still some good songs.

5/10

Eminem/D12- Once again, someone who needs no intro, infamous amongst white moms everywhere, and famous for inspiring teenagers in the same way. A good amount of singles, amazing flow, powerful lyrics, great beats, having Dr Dre in your sound room seems to help. I dont have to say anything else other then that I cant wait for his new CD.

9.5/10

From First to Last- Starting off with a typical whiny emo CD, this band didn't peek my attention. Up until the second CD, sounding like a mix between My Chem and The Used, not doing either justice, but a good listen to if you're waiting for both's new CDs

6/10

Gorillaz- I'm not sure what this 'band' is.... It's two people with nice beats. A mix between Linkin Park, Eminem and a whole lot of craziness. Every song sounds like it could be part of it's own Album, ever new single sound's like a new band, this is taking what The Killers do to the extreme. And doing it well. Anyone can find something they like in these CDs. But its all a matter of opinion. I'm not going to rate this band, seeing as I can't seem to generalize this band at all.

??/10

Gym Class Heroes- What can I say about these guys? Hes an original MC with a good band behind him. His music is his work, and his recent CD has shown he can diverse, even if it is a bit painful to loyal fans. His lyrics can be powerful, or they can be playful and fun. Very sexy orientated, or trying to moderate his audience. And of course, the req single has captured an audience.

7.5/10

Hellogoodbye- I have two things to say. MEMORIZE YOUR LINES, AND STOP REMIXING YOUR OLD SONGS! The fact that these guys are releasing a new CD is releaving, but having thousands of remixes of their old songs is making hitting "Shuffle all" a pain. Even worse then the thousands of 'Mr Brightside' versions I have.

6/10

Houston Calls- Oh houston calls, how I adore thee. Maybe I'm a bit biased here, seeing as I got a ride home from them. But I find this to be the best ''couple's'' band. Great vocals, great lyrics, great single. No 'rock out' songs nor 'chill' songs to be heard. It seems every single song on their is very single orientated. Both CDs. Thats probably the only flaw. Though I have heard that their songs all sound similar, so once again I may be biased.

8/10

Inept- A gem in the sea of generic bands. A story of the lead singer's life, all done masterfully to a great band. His passion for music shows in every line of his, and his thoughts so easily jotted down. While they do have many flaws vocally, and the band isn't really at it's peak, this could easily grow to be a new sensation, if only it could stand out better.

8/10

John Michael Montgomery- Yes a country singer. I brought in a country singer. An amazing country singer. I grew up on him. I'm just going to give him a grade and move on.

7/10

Johnny Cash- Yeah, hes the Man in Black. No review needed here. He's a fucken' legend. No review here.



Karoshi Bros-They have one song out. ONE SONG. And it's AMAZING! Make more songs please. Until then, low score.

5/10

Kenny Chesney- Yes, another country singer. What? I'm nostalgic. Hes a good singer.

8.5/10

The Killers- Oh..... the killers. How I love the killers. While I only enjoy half of the first CD(its too.... I don't know.) The others are just.... ugh. Hold on, need a new pair of undies.

ok, here we go. All of the '3 reqs.' Awesome singles, awesome rock out songs, and amazing chill songs. And something else I cant describe. They just make you happy to be alive, and happy to have ears. Unique voice, always fresh music (while still sounding like the band we know they are). I cant prase them enough. So I'll stop.

9.5/10

Korn- This is mostly nostalgia from what I grew up on, and not too much about what I've heard, but just a good nu-metal. Of course, you don't need to hear that from me. No rating for them

K-os- Awesome Canadian underground MC. His rhymes are fresh, and his lyrics are inpsiring, and send a good message. He can be a bit preachy at times, but he knows good music, and he knows he makes good music. If you're dying for some good RAP minus all the unoriginality, then look him up. Along with POS.

Linkin Park- Ah, the voice of my childhood. I could rant all day about them. Poweful lyrics to anyone from middle school to highschool, great techno merged in, awesome rap vocals, some good numetal singing, if it weren't for their attempt at the emo craze, we'd have a perfect band here. I'll stop there.

9.9/10

The Lonely Island- Parodying all forms of R&B and RAP, these self proclaimed 'fake MCs' accidently produce good music, and I love them for it.

7/10

Manchestor Orchestra- Probably the only thing missing here is a good solid 'Single'. While it could be argued that its Golden Ticket, I just dont see it. Otherwise, the vocals are un-ordinary, but in a good way. A nice diverge from the overdone. And while the songs all touch on around the same subject, the way they're done makes it no problem at all to listen to over and over again. Alot of hidden depth and meaning can be heard and felt, and thats what gives them their 'pop' from the other bands out there. A great listen.

8.5/10

Metro Station- A good band. Not a great one or an outstanding one, but a good one nonetheless. They can get their crowd moving, and their listeners exciting, but the fact that they treat themselves as if they're at 'Fall out boy status' sickens me. I hope their new CD isn't as geared to a crowd that can barely stay up for their concerts, and that they keep their back up singer in check, as he seems to ruin some of the songs by attempting to add in his own 'flare'.

6.5/10

Motion City Soundtrack- I love this band. This will probably be another biased review, as this is my favorite band to date. I can sing any song fully on their first two CDs (saying they have 3 CDs makes that less impressive though). What can I say? Their message of always being down but trying to get up (both mentally) and the storys behind them carry alot of weight for anyone in highschool. Their selling point of making you feel older by merging their more mature problems with the same ones we can feel here and now is amazing, and being able to completely emerse you in what they're trying to converge to you in both lyrics and the mood set by the rest of the band really hits home. They've been with me through the best and worst, so once again, that may be biased. Either way.

9.5/10

My Chemical Romance- Dont like this band because of all the hype and media attention they get? Well fuck off. This band is great. Starting off with 'generic emo' when 'generic emo' was budding into fruitation, their second CD was a good enough change to make them as recognizable as their first one with out losing fans, and gaining a whole lot more. Their third, while sickening to some people, opened up a new door for other people, and allowed them to listen to the second and first with out being scared. This band knows its audience, and it aims to please, but hopefully they learned their lesson by attempting to go 'full mainstream' with TBP, and will stop the change right now. TCFSR is their high light in my opinion, and another CD like that would be awesome.

8.5/10

Panic(!) at the Disco- With two CDs sounding like two completely different bands, its hard to say much here. The first CD was a divergent from the 'lets complain about myself' voices of the time and decided to attack the media and all its viewers, completely mezmorizing listeners with great ambience and an amazing singer. They decided to have some fun and do a 1920s fantasy esque sequal to their first CD, and released some crazy random tracks, none of which harkened to their first CD. But they worked on improving the band as a whole, rather then relying on their singer as they did from the first CD, which makes me anticipate very much their next CD. If they can combine the great sound of the first with the amazing band of the second, truelly they will rise in greatness.

8.5/10

Panima- Largely unheard of, for what reasoning I don't know. Very much so like Inept, heres a band that stands out. While attempting to hit people more politcally then most bands, they do it with a solid singer behind them, and a band that has alot of potential. If even one song of theirs gets attention, the inspiration that will cause them can turn them into an amazing new mainstream band.

7/10

Rascall Flats- Yes, more country. But a country BAND! I really dont consider these guys country. I consider them country as much as I consider Panic! emo music. Sure, you can stretch it and say they're the same. But they're not. So classifying them as soft rock, they're pretty generic, with a more down to earth feel. Some nice powerful lyrics there.

7.5/10

Say Anything- Heres a review I've been waiting for. I've put this band off since they came out, only last year listening to them. Then waiting half a year to even touch the second album. I don't know what it is, but they're really hard to get into, but once you even get hooked by ONE song (not either single) then the rest just absorbs you. And there you go, an entire supply of some nice, good music to keep you occupied for months. It has everything there, good singles, good rock out, good chill, good pity music, and things I can't even describe. The cameos in the second CD make you excited, and the never ending first CD makes you want to sing along. Heres an overall good band that, once you start, you cant ever stop.

9/10

Senses Fail- I just recently started listening to this band. My first impression was this. Fuck yes. Heres some damned good emo music with screamo not over done, mixed in properly the way it should be done. This is emo done right. Hell, if you even want to call it emo. If 'emo done right' sounds this good, give it a whole nother genre. First CD falls under classic emo, band still finding itself, not too sure of what its doing, but you get the point across. The other two hit the nail on the head. Mixing in his personal experience with what he feels passionetly about, all the while not coming off as a whiny prick, this is a band that knows what its listeners want. And thats a 'fuck the world' message, with some awesome guitar rifts and some screaming to let people know how you feel. The messages he gets across make you want to just say "Damn, thats right!". Well.... most people.

9.5/10

System of a Down/Serj Tankian- I don't need to say much here. They've enough reviews with out me confusing you. No score. Not like they need my attention.

Taking Back Sunday- Where are these guys? I liked the first CD, loved the second CD. Just some good solid rock music. Awesome solos, great vocalists, just an overall good band. Gonna close it on that till they make a new CD.

8/10

Toyko Police Club- I love this band. As relaxed and chilled as they are, all it reminds me of is 'pwnen n00bs' (that made me shiver to type.) and killen' people at WoW and W@W. At the same time. I miss Christmas break....

oh right, the review. So the first CD is.... weird. It's like they haven't found their voice, but they're trying. Seems like they got it right the first time, as the first song is amazing, and they transfer that sound over into the second CD. I feel like theirs a story behind each song, but with repetitive and confusing lyrics, I'm not sure whats happening. Other then that, the sound is good, and while I love the band to death, sometimes a good sound isn't everything. Not the best band, but with some direction, they could be amazing.

7.5/10

The Used- Go read my MCR review. I promise, its almost word for word of what this one will be.

No? Ok... The first CD was good, theirs no doubting it, and it got a fanbase pretty quickly. But with the second one came an attempt at mainstream, and a damned good one at that, but apparently that upsets fanbase, so fuck. I liked it. I always like the second CD more, even though no one else does. MCR, TBS, TPC, the list goes on. This is just another case of that.

8/10

Weatherbox- Mix Senses Fail with Manchestor Orchestra and thats this band. Angry, yet soft, yet bad ass, yet smooth. I guess you can add in Tokyo Police Club's slight repetitive ness, but it doesn't take as much away in this case. The point gets across nicely, and the band knows how to play their instruments, while the singer knows what he's doing. Theirs just something missing, and I can't tell what it is....

7.5/10


AND DONE! SLEEP TIME!

So alone....

So here I am, sitting in Sean's brother's room on my laptop, playing geometry wars (2) listening to Cobra Starship. As I just remembered that my day was actually quite an adventure, I think I'll touch on a few subjects, even though I'm going to talk about them later in person anyways. Blah....

So we're chilling at my house just talking, when he decides he's going to go home and get ready then come back for me later. Fine with me, I have to get ready also. (He's forcing me to go to FOB, but Cobra Starship and 50cent will be there, so cool.) Anyways, about 2 hours later, I'm clean, and so is my house. Wonderful. Except.... my front yard is flooded. So is the road outside. Theirs no entrance in or out to my neighborhood. So, my brother cant go to work, we play SF4, i kick his ass and he gets very upset. Sean says he'll try later, blah blah blah....

I get a call from him saying he hit my car. I thought he was kidding. NOPE! I don't have the details, but I think my mom was behind him and he backed up and BAM, hit my car. Yay! I was actually pretty relaxed about it though. I'm kind of glad it was my car and not some random asshole who would just yell and cause him to get pissed or something. I don't know. This way its less of a hassle I guess.

ANYWAYS!

So, I'm forced to walk to Fancy Food store to meet up with him, since by car its flooded, but by foot its not. It then takes is an hour to get out of Friendswood. Every single entrance to this damned city was flooded. *sigh*. Sean's car was a damned boat today. And apparently, the engine stalled for split seconds, and he didn't tell me till we got home. Great....

So, we head over there, and as is per custom of ALL concerts we head to, we get lost. But this time it wasn't that bad, we just checked the GPS (AKA iphone) and we were back on track.

But the concert was cancelled. YUP! even though it says "Rain or shine" on the damned ticket, apparently thats a lie. So, we decided to go to some nearby mall. Nice mall. I had no money, which was a good thing, cause their was alot of things I would have bought. We wanted pizza earlier, but apparently the iphone app lied to us and said their was a pizza place where their wasn't. So, when we exit the mall, imagine our surprise to see a Pizza Hut where I did not remember one being. Surely a Godsend.

We eat. 

Yup.

Oh wait, there is something interesting that happened at pizza hut.

When I walk into the bathroom, theirs 2 stalls, both next to each other, both facing the door. Small bathroom. The right one is closed, beckoning me to go inside and relieve myself. The left one.... has an occupant. With clothes everywhere. Yeah, he was changing. His shirt was hanging on the wall inbetween my stall and his, so I kind of jumped when the shirt randomly disapeared while I was peeing. I got some on the seat, not going to lie. He kept making ruffling noises, too. And I think he was coughing. I really wondered if I was going to die in that stall. I finished fast, hoping what ever zombie creature was actually in there didn't befall me, and make my clothes the new addition to his already growing collection. 

OH, and their was a bitch redneck mom who kept threatning her kids for, well, being kids. The little girl was just singing, and she kept threatning to punch her. And when the little kid accidently turned up the volume on his DS, she threathned to snatch it from him and throw it. Meanwhile the new BF of hers (obviously not his kids, and they didn't call him did or anything) just sat there, not talking to her, but encouraging the kids to be kids. I wanna call child services.

After that we left. And got stuck in traffic. For two hours. We mostly just told jokes and whatnot. He kept coming on to me though. I was scared.

OH, right, the homeless lady. We were at a red light behind some cars, and sean goes "look, homeless people!". But while he was looking at the poor people, the light turned green. And he did not go. So, I hurried him along, but before we could make it to the light, it turned yellow, then quickly to red.... and we were first in line. Right next to sean's beloved homeless people.

So there we sat, trying desperatly not to make eye contact with them. But they did something unexpected. They cheated. They used a weegie and STARTED CLEANING HIS WINDOW! I could not contain myself. I started laughing hystarically. It was so ironic. Sean was oggling the homeless people, and because of it he was forced to watch as they washed his window. And they got to watch as I laughed my ass off. I kind of felt bad for laughing. But it was still funny. Sean rolled down his window and gave them 2 bucks. TWO BUCKS! He payed two bucks because he wanted a side show and didn't pay attention to the traffic light. Funny.

After that my night is boring. Well, to tell it anyways. I've enjoyed myself.

I think I've done enough damage for the day.

Future use

A streak of light shot from the sky into the ground, right as he jumped out of the way. He ducked and rolled as another shot out from right where he was standing.
"Fucken starfire." he muttered to himself. As he saw the Mendico bastard muttering up another spell. He felt the air around him tighten. A combustion.... He put a shield up right away, hoping it would take most of the impact. It barely got up in time, letting some of the fire come in. Too close....

He let too much time stall. The caster was already upon his next spell. His heightend sense of hearing caught a word that sounded like a cognate for push. He didn't have to second guess what was going to happen next. But this time he was going on the offensive. He summoned the energy surrounding him from the last attacks and braced himself. The wall of energy rushed towards him, ready to push him, probably into another spell, and into a never ending combo of pain. Not exactly something he was looking forward to. Instead he would turn it right back on him. There was a combo he had been able to complete in meditation, and here was a good chance to use it in the 'real world'.

His timing was perfect. As the energy came, he put his arms out, stopped it, sepperated it, let it linger in his hands, and pushed off against it, sending him flying towards his opponent. The caster had no time to react, as he was already saying his next spell, so when his face was punched towards the ground, he could do nothing. The next part of the combo was a knee to the stomach, which was easy as his body was already in the position to do so, the whole reason for the punch. As his knee left the boy's stomach, he quickly replaced it with his fist, using his legs and arms to lift him off the ground with a powerful uppercut. Rather then let it end and allow his opponent to fall to the ground, he decided he would be gracious, and lend a hand. He grabbed the boy's arm, swung him around once and lavishly threw him towards the earth, sending energy beams to help guide his way, even if just a few happened to hit him square in the body and face.

He slowly allowed gravity to control him again, landing with grace. He cracked his knuckles, and let out a big yawn, stretching as he did.

"Josh must be wondering where I went. Either that, or he has his own hands full. Either way, I'm sure he'll be elated to see me. Isn't that right, tough guy?"

He looked over at the mess of a person that was not too long ago as arrogant as he was. It merely sat up, groaned, and collapsed back onto the floor.

"Haha, that's right. Sleep well, kid. You've a message to send back."

All nighter? Naw....

I have about 30min left, and while I could ramble on about my day, I don't really remember anything that happened before 2:30. Pretty sure it was an A day, i remember sleeping in Brewer's. Other then that, its all gone.

Afterwards I was 'kidnapped', and 'forced' to play Street Fighter all day. Fun fun.

Got home, my mom was pretty pissed that I was about to leave with out telling her (She was asleep, I don't like being woken up, I assume the same for everybody.) So decided to stay home. My dad was pretty relaxed about it. I think he likes the fact that I'm getting out of the house. Even if it is to play video games, the reason he doesn't want me at home. *sigh*

Looks like FIG (Friendswood is great)fest is cancelled for tomorrow. Which saddens me, cause now I have no reason to stay up all night and be really tired when I help, with nothing but coffee by my side.

I've noticed that everyone else mentions names, and they have direct remarks towards everyone else. I think I've done this once. And it was in parenthesis, so I don't think that counts. Though I could be wrong, but I'm too lazy to look through my old posts. Fuck that.

Theirs alot of things I could rant about. But I just don't want to. I don't want people to know my problems. I want to help other people with theirs. Because my 'problems' all seem so silly and trivial compared to other people's. I think I've touched on this subject before. So I'll try not to talk too much about it.

I wan't to play WoW. But my laptop is somewhere downstairs, and this comp is too much a POS to handle it. It almost died when I brought up firefox that had 10 tabs in it. Pussy.

I'm cursing alot right now. I try not to lately. I also try not to make fun of others. I've found it really unpleasent lately, so I wont return the favor. Instead, I'll give a weird look, maybe say something else, just say 'i hate you', or something else. I've just found blagerant mocking to no longer be fun. It makes someone else feel like shit, and they'll only want to send it back. And thats no fun.

I've noticed that most of what gets picked and talked about in these bloggs is what we actually would say to each other. For instance, if right now I were to go off on a random bash on Jason or Kyle, thats what would be talked about. But if the rest of the post were to touch the subject of world peace or the cure for cancer, not a word would be spoken. In comments maybe, but never in person. I think the best example of this is that, what I typed about my mom will probably be talked about, and made fun of. That last sentence as well, a very liable attack. But the above paragraph, along with most of the contents of this one, will never be brought up. No one wants to talk about it. No one wants to see the fine lines. I'm not sure if this is good or bad.

Then again, maybe that last paragraph was just too much of a wall of text to be taken 'seriously'. I don't do this as a joke, I'm not out for attention towards myself. I've concluded that probably the only one who takes this as seriously as I do is also the only one who reads the entirety of my blogg, being Jason. Which is almost demeaning. Almost.

Tomorrow will be my "Me and Kyle fighting in Western theme/steampunk theme". I'm going to see if I can get both up, if not more. Like a space theme or something.... maybe even an underwater fight scene. We'll see how this plays out.

I think I've done enough damage for the day.

Window talk

He stared out the window, just thinking, letting his mind wander, letting his brain take hold of him. It was night. The stars were out. He could clearly define every single constellation out there. Even with the planes going by, confusing the stars from the lights. He wondered about those planes. About the people on them. Were they going somewhere important? To a business meeting? Or just to see some family. Is it a happy occasion? Did someone get married? Or is it a funeral. Family and friends always have a party after a funeral. He wondered if somewhere, some drunk guy from a party to celebrate his dead brother was being dragged by friends and family alike to his car, while he stared up at the star, which was staring back at him.

We both wish this were true

Alec had just left a party and was heading to his car, when he heard a voice say
"Hey, guy! Yeah, you! I remember you. Get over here." The guy didn't look happy. He was alot taller than most people, and while he did look persistently asian, one wouldn't be too far off to say he was part polish.

"Yeah? Who are you? What do you want?" Alec replied, hoping this was just some misunderstanding.

"The name's Kyle. You're the one who bad mouthed the war, and how we didn't need all those gears."

If he was looking for a fight, this wouldn't be his first this night. It was very visible on Kyle that he had been in many scuffles tonight, as apparent from his torn sleeves, lack of shoes and messy vest. Not to mention he had no jacket.

"Yeah, so what? I had many valid arguments." The conversation came back to him. "Its not my fault you cant see truth." But he wouldn't be able to talk his way out of this one. Kyle summoned an energy ball in his right hand, showing it off, letting him know what was bound to happen. With a sigh, Alec loosened his tie, took off his jacket, unbuttoned his collar button, and was off in a flash.

He dashed towards Kyle, letting his right foot swing for his head. Kyle was prepared, and immediatly ducked, letting Alec go over and past him a few feet. Not wanting to lose his slight advantage, he sent a blast towards Kyle, who had a shield up for it just in time. After the blast disentigrated on the shield, he pushed the shield out, letting it become a projectile. Not wanting to get caught in this deadly game, Alec dived out of the way, getting to his feet and making a run towards his foe. He sent two punches Kyle's way, a left and a right. The first was dodged by Kyle leaning back, and the other parried with his left hand. He used his strength advantage to over power Alec's punch with his left hand, and sent his right careening for his face. Alec ducked as fast as he could, and saw an opening. He uppercutted Kyle in the stomach while his arm was still out, making him grasp for breathe. In a quick decision, Kyle sent his elbow right into Alec's back. Trying not to buckle under the immense force, lest he be vulnerable and soon defeated. He sent a shockwave of energy from his body, which was very risky. It drained him for a few seconds, leaving him open to attack, but it pushed his enemy a few feet away, giving him time to recover physically.

Kyle, not wanting to go back into the tango they just performed, jumped high into the air. He let his hands summon energy, and threw three charged ones towards his opponent below. Alec kicked off against the ground, jumping out of the way of the first two, but catching the third with his left hand, spinning around, putting his right hand over it while spinning, and putting his wrists together, palms out, sending it right back towards Kyle, along with his own energy added in. The resulting beam rocketed towards Kyle, who barely knew what to do. All he could think to do was move out of the way, and as it barely streaked by him, the immense power of it still drained him a little. Before he knew what happened, Alec was on the move again, flying at high speed towards him. He threw a punch his way, but Kyle caught it, and sent his foot into Alec's face.

As he fell towards the earth, streaks of light passed by him, as Kyle tried to shoot his target even further. Alec caught himself right before he hit the ground, but the huge figure hurdling towards him gave little time to think. He swept himself to the side right before Kyle struck, and with his energy, shoved kyle into the ground, giving him no ability to slow himself down before he struck the earth.

Alec leapt backwards, staying clear of the crash site, lest Kyle have some trick up his sleeve. He expected a blast to come from under him, or a shockwave of the ground to barrel his way, but nothing. He knew he hadn't won, so he stayed there, waiting.

"You're fast, kid. But that means nothing. I'll crush you like the little bug you are." The huge figure rose from the crater, this time hands glowing. Alec prepared himself.

A barrage of missles came his way, and he had a choice between dodging or returning fire. He chose both. As he jumped and rolled his way through wave after wave of energy balls, he caught some and threw them back, while nullifying and blocking others, all while attempting to get closer. When he finally got to his opponent, they traded kicks and punches, blocking and parrying each other, all the while still letting energy burst from their hand in the vain attempt it would strike its target.

Alec let a swing go with his right arm, but when it was dodged, he decided to attempt to ram Kyle with his shoulder instead. Kyle blocked them both with the same hand, and when Alec finally lost momentum from his thrust, Kyle pushed him back and let both his hands send out a blast. Alec put both his arms in front of his face, blocking the blast the best he could, not seeing the knee coming right for him. He took it straight in the face, his entire body bending and flying backwards. He slipt in and out of consciencesness in a split second, and when he came to, he realized he was still in the air, semi flipping. He put his arms out, catching the ground with his hands, and pushed himself in the air, landing the flip upright. His face hurt, and his back was aching, but he wasn't going to lose. Not like this.

Kyle was already upon him, letting his fist hit the ground as Alec moved out of the way. Alec swung his right arm backhanded as kyle ducked it, but Alec's body continued to spin, and he put his foot out, catching kyle and tripping him. He spun back around just in time to hit kyle square in the chest with a heavy blast, sending him flying backwards.

"Paybacks a bitch, ass."

He wasn't going to allow Kyle the time to recover that he had so foolishly given him. He dashed towards his flying opponent, and as kyle caught himself and tried to go backupright, Alec punched him at full speed right in the gut. Kyle's breathe was punched out of him, but his incredible charisma wouldn't let him give up. He grabbed Alec's body with two hands and spun over, slamming him into the ground.

Both fighters, laying on the ground in agony, slowly tried to get up. They sent blasts at each other, though the opposite would always put up a shield and block it.

"What the hell are you two doing?!" A small girl came up angerly, unimpressed by the battle that took place. "I'm appalled at both of you. Kyle, you really need to calm down. You can't ALWAYS be right. And Alec, you should know better then to provoke him. Let alone actually let this fight get out of hand so fast."

Alec seemed confused "I barely know this guy...."

"Well either way, I'm ashamed of you. Just go home. Both of you go home."

As she stood inbetween them both, they walked off in shame. Neither had won. Not really. But both were sure that they could have kicked the other's ass.

Freedom..... ?

I saw one of my best friends turn 18 today. Well.... I didn't actually see it happen. That would require me hovering over her while she slept and the clock turned 12:00. CREEPY!

But I was there at her party. I got to see the people besides myself that have been there for her. The one's I hear stories of, the ones who did this, and were there for her when that happened, etc. The funny thing is, I was also apart of the group of people that did this at that time, or was this when she needed that. It felt good. To know I've been there for someone for the past few years. Even if it was just a kind word, or a warm invitation to be apart of my family. I've tried to share that with others, but she's needed it most. I don't want to get into complications, but lets just say her turning 18 relieves her of alot of unwanted stress.

I'm not here to brag about 'yeah, i'm a bad ass in her life', no. Most of those people were there for her long before, and in a much bigger way then I ever was. And I just wish I had more people like that in my life. That no matter what happens, they'll be there. Theirs a country song that touches on that subject. something like "You find out who your friends are." I like that song.

I got my graduation stuff today. That kind of scares me. My letterman across the room from me says '09'. The journal next to me says '09'. The shirt hanging on my door says '09'. And all of the stuff in the bag I got today says '09'. Its just hard to believe. I'm about to get a crash course into the real world. I've done my best to stay as immature as possible, but now I've been forced to realize that that has only destroyed my ability to transicion properly into the life after highschool. I've fucked myself over by trying to have as much fun while I could. I've made myself forgetful, lazy, indecisive, self destructive. And nothing to show for it except memories.

I'm done ranting. This isn't the part I like people reading about, it's more for myself then anyone else. So I'll try and get a story up. Even if only a few of you read them.

Still no charge

Huge project due tomorrow. Actually, we're not sure if it's due tomorrow or thursday, but better safe then sorry. Shower, quick story, then notecards.

Ugh, it seems writers block is killing me today, and while I'm sure only 2 (at most) of you read my storys, I still feel like I've failed myself in away by being unable to write. My inadequacy strikes again!

I'm a lazy bass tard.

Looks like Kyle voted....

Not based off of me

I could hear them yelling about me in the principle's office. And even though I could only make out a few words, I already knew what it was about. Skipping school, so much potential, grades in the gutters, acing tests, blah blah blah. I had heard it all so many times before. How I could do great things, if I set my mind to it. But about half of those times I heard that was not towards me.

It seemed like everyone that was a 'genius' failed, and everyone who barely understood anything passed with flying colors. Do you know how many times I've seen someone ask a thousand questions, never get over a C on a test, but ace the class? And yet, those of us who sat in the back and talked got flying colors on tests, yet were punished for not doing homework. It seemed unfair. Those with brain capacity were put down, yet the stupid and motivated got through. And they were to represent America's Finest.

But I didn't care about any of that. I just wanted to hang out with friends and get laid. Seemed like an easy goal. Seemed. But they didn't understand. What they saw as a future for me was really a future for them. So that I could work and fund their retirement. So I could be shown off as a poster child, like some medal on the wall. They didn't get it. I didn't care about school. It was the same thing every day for 200-some days, 12 years straight. And they dont even teach anything of relevance to the real world. Well, except PE.

They were still arguing about me. I knew what it was about this time. How I should drop out, go to some smart people school where my brain can be 'challenged', and how I should get a job to pay off the vandalism charges. I found the two things being in the same conversation amusing. But I didn't want to be challenged. I wanted to have fun. The only things I wanted a challenge is were sports, video games, and girls. Though not too much of a challenge on that last one. Just enough to make it feel worth it.

I finally got fed up with it. With their decisions. With their decisions of my life. My bike was right outside. School wasn't out yet, but I decided when school was out. And right now, I didn't feel like it was too in. So I left. Grabbed my bike, unlocked it, just left the chain and key right there and peddled. I don't remember peddling too hard. I knew I couldn't get far. So I just cruised. I'm not sure what happened next. I remember it was dark, and I wasn't sure how it got so. I guess I spaced out during my 'cruise'. The sudden realization that I had been peddling for hours brought upon the hunger pains, along with my legs wanting to fall off. After that, I remember the headlights of the car, and thats about it. I woke up the next morning in the hospital, my mom crying, then slapping me (the doc wasn't happy about that) and them telling me I was lucky to be alive and well. But why was I lucky? I still had 'home' to go to, parent to explain to, school to go to. I wanted to be left alone. So many people deciding what was right for me, and I wanted to tell them to shut up. That they were wrong.

Turns out, I was the one who was wrong.

My life reads like the classifieds.

While we were driving around, I felt like being nostalgic. I put on some old songs from back in Sophmore year (does not feel that long ago. Maybe cause it isn't?) and just listened. Got hit with memories of my WoW raiding days (All the way to BWL in 3 months, lolwut?)when TBC came out, of when I met Audrey, of my stupid classes, of all those ROTC events I loved, the football games, of all that downtime at which I just imagined and invented my worlds (my first ever even thinking of writing), and aaaaaalllll those concerts. Fun times. Miss it. Then I decided to go a little further and listen to 'The Academy Is...'. I had forgotten why I liked that band so much. Then I remembered. They speak to me. There was one song I remember that Sean's senior friends really liked by them, and I thought it was 'meh'. Listening to it AS a senior, I see why. Here are the lyrics that stand out. (Song: Down and Out)

Now that I'm grown I've seen marriages fall to pieces.
Now that I'm grown I've seen friendships fall to pieces.
Weekend warriors, and our best friends.
The writers weren't kidding about how
all good things must end.
Then again some things
Then again some things are far too good
Some things are far to good to go ahead and let go.

Always up or down, never down and out. 
You dream of demons while you sleep 
that make you stutter when you speak. 
We won't forget Tony or Johnny. 
No matter how they miss us they still wish us 
the best on the road. 
Garrett took a plane to Paris, France. 
Now he's cooking up entrees for the pretty, pretty French girls. 
Bookends, Blue and Clarity, to The Wall and Grace. 
Darkside, Wish and a toast to the late Figure 8. 

Weekend warriors and our best friends. 
The writers weren't kidding, but
the good things will live in our hearts. 



That, and I really think these lines describe me.(the song is called Classifieds)

My life reads like the classifieds.
Pages of what's for sale; whats on the auction block.
Attention bidders! Its lot 45.
He's got a decent voice, he's got that crooked smile.
Hold on, you havent heard the best yet.
He writes great storylines, he's got those honest eyes.
So take him home for just $9.95.
He'll sing the songs you like, he'll keep you warm at night.

*shrug* that probably sounds silly. Or dumb. I don't care. I've treated this thing more like a mental dump then I have a way to keep you people informed. And I'm not about to change that.

I slept most of the way home. So I'm not tired at all. I'm just here on my rocking chair, eating a salad, waiting for michelle to text back. As much as I hang out with friends, I've realized that I know nothing about them. I don't really keep secrets, and the ones I do aren't because I want to be secretive, but because either A) no one asks or B) no one really needs to know. Its not relevant to anything. But the only thing I know about most of the people I hang out with is that they A) Like to play video games B) they like food and C) they love to have random inside jokes. And while thats fine and makes for good company, it doesn't show for much. Those aren't the kind of people you look back on and say "Damn, those were some great friends, I'm going to miss them". Its no different from looking back on partying days, drinking and whatnot.

Out of everyone I hang out with in our 'group', Lisa is the one that I actually know the best. Which is weird considering that I havent talked to her since 8th grade before this year, yet I've talked to Taylor and Kyle since freshman year. Jason is also pretty open, but he jumbles it with his weird sense of humor. So I cant ever tell if hes being funny or serious, which isn't a good combo. Kyle stays as closed as a clam, never letting ANYONE (that I know of) into his own little world. Maybe hes a robot. *shrug* And Taylor, well hes already admitted to not being an open person, but sometimes I wonder how much of him is fake and when hes being his true self.

This wasn't supposed to be a "Lets ragg on all my friends" blogg. Maybe I'm expecting too much out of everyone. Maybe I myself am wondering about my identity. I've had these kinds of 'talks' with Lisa and Sarah before, but like I said, I dont like to keep secrets. And I guess with a writing outlet it makes these words easier to say. I've always been easier with words that are typed. I'm not expecting everyone to read this then go to school with a different mindset and tell me all their problems. I don't want that. Then again, I'm not sure what I want. But who does, right?

I hope Taylor is ok. But, in all honesty, I don't see why he wouldn't be. I just hope he took my advice. Nothing has to be awkward. I'm really more worried about Grace, in all honesty. Not because of emotional distraughtness at first, but because we're her last 'close' friends, and I don't want to see her lose that because everyone resents her because of what happened. Its not fair. But not much of life is. I just hope these two can set aside their differences and be friends. Like they were before. I just hope he learned one valuable lesson out of it all.

Peer pressure is a bitch.

I've ranted quite a bit. I've had alot on my mind while driving home. So I dumped it all here. Maybe someone will find it offensive. Good. You learn more from critisism then you do from a compliment. I don't care what people think of me. I've done things the way I want them done all year, why stop now? When they made fun of me for dressing nice, I persisted. When I was rediculed for reading a book that had a 'gay' cover, I persisted. When I'm not so good at a game, I persist. When I was rediculed for typing alot more then most others did in a blogg, and for not typing what they wanted me to, I persisted (fuck you, john). There are alot of things I cant control (yet), and alot of things I cant do (yet), but I do know this.

My father does not like it when I practise jumpstyle at 10:00 when hes trying to sleep.

I think I've done enough damage for the day. And I've done quite alot of damage.....

Five remotes, One TV.

I'm at my Tia Becky's house again. Oh fun times. Going through my music and being nostalgic. My cousin keeps saying "I'm going to punch you in the head." which I find hilarious. I told her to say "Right in front of your friends" afterwards, but she always forgets. *sigh*.

Today was.... weird. I've felt like shit all day, literally as if I'm worthless. Its a horrible feeling. Lisa helped a bit, but I was only with her for about 45min. The drive over here sucked, felt like shit and tried desperatly to sink into music or sleep. The latter took hold first. When I woke up, we ate some Quiznos. I wanted Panda Express. Cholesterol count is a bitch. I finally semi-cheered up, little cousins seem to do that to me. That and the music finally took hold. It truelly is magical, music. Its like a religious experience (which I have had), and if you've never had either, then that sucks. Its amazing.

My Zune is being dumb. I just want the music from it onto my computer. *sigh* I might have another story tonight. I hope so. I haven't wrote anything in awhile. Makes me feel lazy.

I think I've done enough damage for the day

That blogg was short.

It was very short. So I'll type more.

Looks like I'm not going to Brownsville. My brother wont be there. Which sucks. I haven't seen him since Christmas. For anyone who has an older or younger sibling and thinks that it sucks, its worse when they leave. Alot of things unsaid.

On a less depressing note, I will (hopefully) be doing something awesome tomorrow. If all goes well, what it is should be able to go unsaid. I don't have my phone right now. *sigh*. This is a really boring blogg. Wish I could hire Demetri Martin to do it for me. *sigh* I've got about 30min to finish this up. Ugh, I hate ranting.

I feel like I have one of the most awesome life, I don't work, I have a good group of friends, no bullys, no real ands true worries. But it makes me feel bad because other people around me have true problems that affect them on a daily basis, or just make it hard for them to get through the day. My friends Sarah and Lizzie are perfect examples of this. This last thing was kind of depressing, and for that I'm sorry. Guess this is my one post where I get to vent.

I think I've done enough damage for the day.

I got an award

Went to ROTC awards night. Had some fun. Too bad the DJs litterally did NOT know what techno was. Gay. Now I'm attempting to jumpstyle real bad. ugh....

Street figheterific day.

I've got about an hour left to blogg, so I'll just talk about my day. School, buffalow WW, Streetfighter. Then I had to go get my stuff back from Lisa, and taylor wanted to see her house. Which I thought was rude. And weird. I still want to write something for the day. I'll do that later.

Tomorrow is a friday even though its a thursday? lolwut?

Quick story, I have crazy dreams, and I want to tell this one, because its the first one that I've had since I started blagging.

I know Taylor, Grace, Erin, Sean (not burroughs) and possibly Jason were there. For some reason, I was flipping shit, shaking violently on the floor (or was it my bed? Don't really know. I do know I was covered) and felt like I was going to explode. Literally, like I could feel fire in me trying to destroy everything. And that's exactly what was happening. I was trying not to explode myself (I haven't watched heroes in awhile, but thats what it reminded me of.) Anyways, for what ever weird reason, Lisa comes over, sits down next to me, starts petting me and I calm down and fall asleep. Thats when I woke up. Kind of scared. Cause I don't want to blow up.

Other than that, I have no story for today. I'll get one tomorrow, probably finish the 'steam punk' story I was writing. *shrug*

I think I've done enough damage for the day.

Slept since 6:00

Quick story about my day. Will, for what ever reason, only walks home when I do. He's admitted this. But its when he follows me home practically 90% of the way there that it gets problematic. And creepy. And thats what he did today. Though I kept questioning him on whether or not he was following me home, he denied it. Then, when I was about to turn onto my street, he runs off, only to realize his phone is dead and walks back to me to ask me for mine. *sigh*

From 3:00 to 6:00 I just talked to Michelle on the phone and browsed the internets. Awesome combo I must say. Then from 6:00, I decided to take a nap. Two hours later, I 'woke up' and just sort of lied there, texting people and thinking. I only now (9:20, not 10)decided to get up, for the main reason that I needed to blogg.

Ok, so it wasn't a quick story about my day. A good portion of my blogg ended up about my day, something I said wouldn't happen. Sue me. Gonna take a shower now, this will be left up and what ever gets typed, I am not accountable for (even though I am)


The hum of the plane could be heard for miles, its three Mustang engines roaring loudly against the dawning sky. Its pilot maneuvered it with ease, banking it left to be able to look headlong at the many children heading for class. Some pointed up at the craft, having heard and memorized what it was, but never actually seeing one before. Especially not this close. A shame, he thought. He was coming up to the canyon, his favorite part. Many people lived on the top of the cliffs, while jobs and mining facilities were offered on its floor and walls. A series of pullies, lifts, and tunnels allowed its occupants to safely navigate its many floors, with bridges being shot across by chain guns when someone needed to cross. He turned so that his plane was completely diagonal so he could fit it inside the canyon walls. As he navigated his way through, he could once again see the people getting up for work, or those already hard at work on their computers. Such tools. As the canyon walls ended, he saw nothing but flat land. He uprighted his plane, and turned off the engines, letting it glide and hoping not to make a sound as he landed.

I got tired typing this, mainly because I don't know where I'm going with it. For another day....

Freeze warning? In spring? Very nice

Same as last time, going to leave this open, and what ever gets typed is fair game. Hope I get something good this time. Tired of love stories.

Here we follow the Nameless Rocker as hes walking down the street
He doesn't need all the attention, or the people bowing at his feet
He simply loves his music, and he knows how to play it well
If you ever criticize him he wont try to give you hell
He just wants to spread his sound and let people listen in
On what he personally thinks is a gift given from within
Now hes not to be confused with the very 'Faceless Drummer'
Who lays down his bass so fast that you'd think its a gunner
His beats are crazy and his cymbals always a blare
He never misses a beat, it is just so rare
His arms are a blurr as he strikes each can
And there is no way to stop him as his drumsticks become his hands
Now I've spoken too much about these boys with magic fingers
Yet I've not let a word of the awesome 'Voiceless Singer'
She can solo a rhyme, or sing with a group
Though you'll probably cry at the sound being produced
And while you personally cant even hear a sound
You'll somehow now that it is time to get down
I bet you think I forgot the last of our incredible band
The very great Strumless Bassist from the promise land
He'll strike his cords with an unseen strike of his arm
And his sexy groove can be heard out in the farms
And of course he can keep up with the lead guitar
He'll get a solo and take it way too far
Now I've spoken of whats the impossible
But to not believe would to be so cold
There are many things that go unexplained
So the thought of this band isn't very strange
Now I must be going, but one last thing I must say
In the city's quietest nights sometimes you hear them play.

Why?

Twitter is down..... interesting..... Not much to say, I'll post again later. Kinda sleepy at the moment. Accidentally took a two hour nap. Apparently its impaired my spelling ability.

Shower Story

Writing this off the top of my head. Its what ever idea presents itself in the shower.

Ok, got one, though I like this idea as a short film also, and might make it with the aide of either Lisa or Sarah, (or someone else)

Edit: This story was supposed to be alot shorter then it turned out to be, I only had the beginning and the end in my head, and originally, instead of him meeting up with his friends, he just met up with her and then something aken to what I put as my end happened. I don't know where everything else came from, and I almost want to take it out, but I'll leave it in and do the video with how I originally saw it.

"What? I said at 3:00 PM, why would I want flowers at school at 3:00 AM? That doesn't even make any sense!"


This is George. He's a bit flustered at the moment.

"Ok, fine, the flowers wont be on time, but what about the balloons? Did you atleast get that right?!"


See, theirs this girl he likes, and with that infatuation also comes the stress of Prom coming up.


"Yes? Ok. Just wondering, but how did you get the balloons at the right time but not the flowers? I mean, they ARE on the same order!"

And adding the stress of wanting to have a good prom with the fact that the girl you want to take to said prom is still unspoken for makes for one hell of a time finding the courage to ask her.

"No, I'm not being touchy with you. YES I STILL WANT THE ORDER! I admit it will be weird that she gets the flowers at a weird time, but atleast she'll get the balloons with the question in them."

Not really knowing how to compose himself long enough to ask her with his own vocal cords, he's decided to take a less..... direct approach to his problem. By throwing money at it.

"Ok, ok thats fine. Now can you please repeat the spelling of her name back to me? I want to make sure you got that right as well."

Unfortenatly for him, his delivery service isn't being as cooperative as he had thought. But you already knew that, didn't you?

".... Ok, theirs SUPPOSED to be another 'e' at the end, but what ever, it still comes across fine. No I don't want to delay the order for you to correct it! By then, Prom will be over! How are you 'sure that that wont be a problem'?!"

So here he is, hiding in a bathroom stall at 1:00, getting everything done at last minute to make sure she gets the message as soon as school ends.

"No, YOU calm down, how did you even get this job?!"

I guess he'll never make that mistake again, huh? How ever, their is one thing he had'nt counted on.

"*sigh* ok, ok thank you for your time I guess....."
"Oh shit, bells about to ring, better go get my stuff."

As he walked to his desk, the bell rang, so he immediatly grabbed his stuff and went to meet with his friends. They all eventually met one friend, and then met up with another group of two who also met up earlier, eventually causing a smile pile up of random conversation before having to rush to class for lack of better timing. George always met up with Tyler before they met up with Chris and Jace. Jace's real name was Jack, but he got pissed if anyone ever called him that.

Tyler showed up at his spot, like he did every day. "Hey man, heard you were in the bathroom all day, and when someone went to go check on you, you were yelling at someone. What happpened, your shit finally get so rancid it fought back?"

"Haha, you're so fucking funny sometimes. Makes me forget that they pretty much abandoned your mother during her labor of you to go help give birth to a baby cow, all because they deemed it more important." The story was true, and why Tyler ever told it is really unknown. They always gave him shit about it. And he was pissed.

Tyler just looked at him with a glare and said "Fuck you....." around the time that Jace and Chris showed up.

Jace and Chris were very close friends, had been for years. It was a big joke in the group that they would get married, though neither of them were gay. And both of them conceded that it would probably happen.

Tyler lightened up a bit. "So, whens the big day?"

Jace grabbed Chris's hand, much to his reluctance, and held it up to show the lack of a ring.

"Hey man, what did I say about interlocking fingers? Its really not cool...."
Jace made a hurtful face, ignoring Chris's comment. "See this? He took off the ring. I don't know guys, hes been kind of distant lately."

Chris laughed his next sentence. "Distant? hah, I cant get far enough from you with out you on my nuts. Now let. Go. Of. My. Hand."

He finally was able to push him off, and gasped in relief, clutching his hand and checking it for any damages, though it was all for show. George kept looking around, hoping to see Michelle walk by. He knew she sometimes came down this hallway, and just wanted to talk to say hi, maybe get a hug.

Apparently his wandering eye caught Chris's attention, the two turned to him, with Jace letting out a "So, I heard about you and the bathroom incident. I hope it was your mom calling you to tell you a family member died, cause otherwise, I'm worried."

"For the last time, I don't call the sex lines." George had heard this joke before, and it was getting old.

"Ok, guy, but we're just here to help. And if its really getting out of line so much that you need to do it during school, then we have a problem."

Chris couldn't help but laugh out loud. He always did, and people stared at him all the time for it. But he didn't care. It was funny.

"Wasn't on the sex lines. Was calling about.... something else." Jace would never let him live it down if he found out he called, not only for a girl, but for a gift for a girl. He decided he would tell Tyler later.
"Oh shit, I gotta go, Mr. Onin's class is on the other side of the fucking school."

As he ran off he could here a comment about Tylers birth prospects, and couldn't help but smile.



When he finally got to class is was the same old same old. Notes, worksheet, lecture during worksheet, more notes, more lecture, and of course, alot of sleep. Government wasn't hard, but actually really easy. The worksheet was given at the beginning of class, and most of it was so basic that half the class was done with it before the second round of notes, at which point it became Nap Class. It had become a bit of a ritual, in all of Onin's class's, that when you were done with your paper you passed it on, at which point you could sleep and still have it back on your desk before he asked for them, with out having to lift a finger.

But on one side of the classroom, there seemed to be a commotion. It appeared that someone didn't want to give up their paper. And that someone happened to be Michelle. He cracked his knuckles, figuring he could kill two birds with one stone. If he could convince her to lend HIM his paper, then he could continue the cycle, and be able to talk to her and gain her trust a little bit more.

They were already sort of friends, but only the type of friend you talked to at school, and maybe send a few text messages during the day. But every now and then he would get a more flirtatious one, and it only strengthened his will to win her over.

When he got to her, she seemed a bit relieved. This, he decided, was a good sign.
"Hello mad'am" he jokingly remarked. "But what seems to be the problem?" He wanted to use this line when the surprise came on her face when she got her baloons. Oh well.
"Not much, this clown here wants my paper, but the entire year I've never seen him 'plug and pass'."
"Hmm.... well, others do seem to need their work done, and I know for a fact that they have valiantly done their fair share." He wondered if he had used the proper wording in that card to ask her.
"Yeah, you're right. How about this, I'll give you my paper, and you can pass it after you're done? Seeing as how you're already over here."
Score! He barely had to do anything, and he had got some nice flirtation time in. To top it all off, he didn't have to do his work today, which he had originally designated as a day of contribution to the class. Oh well. As he got back to his seat, he immediatly started copying. He couldn't help but daydream about Prom, about her reaction, about what she would do. Would she kiss him? Or just a big hug? There was no doubt in his mind she would say yes. He wondered for a moment if he was setting himself up for a let down, but let the idea go. He spent a good amount of money on this, and there was no way it would let him down.

He finished the 5th out of 20 questions. What would his buddies say about it though? Who cares, they would have to get used to it. The worry of whether or not the delivery guys will get it right loomed over head again.

10 out of 20 problems done. As he glanced at her hand writing to copy her work, he noticed how neat it was. Very contrasting to his, which had been constantly scolded by teachers for being illegible. He hoped that was one of the few contrasts. He realized how he hadn't even bothered to check her favorite color, and instead had chosen his for the balloons and flowers.

15 out of 20. He realized what an asshole thing to do. Worry came overhead again. What if she called him out on it? What if she named him selfish? Or hated green? It was a bit rediculous to think these things, but he couldn't help it.

He finished copying. He looked over at where she was sitting, and she looked kind of nervous. Like she was avoiding his gaze. His heart slowly sank, wondering if he had taken the wrong vibe the entire time and if she just now realized what she had been doing. He let out a sigh, tried to push his doubt out of his mind, and wondered if there was a back to his paper. He turned it over.

To see one of the most amazing things he had ever seen. And yet at the same time, it made him cringe. There, in beautifully hand drawn and colored letters were the words "Will you take me to prom?" With hearts and penguins showering it. How did she even KNOW he liked penguins? He would have to ask later. But the sudden realization that he had wasted so much money, so much time getting everything prepared. Only to be outdone with a drawing and meaning from the heart.

As he walked over, he met her gaze, and saw her blush, finding it the cutest thing he had ever seen. All his doubt, all his worry, for nothing. He would tell her about the flowers at 3:00AM and the balloons later. Right now he had something else to do.

When he got within normal speaking distance, she looked at him expectantly, and said "Well?"

He simply leaned over, kissed her on the cheek and whispered.

"Yes"

Cheesy bread?

I'll leave twitter be.

Tired of posting on twitter, thought I'd keep my blagg up, and when a random thought comes to my head, I'll push enter and type it. So, here goes!

I hate the song Sabotage.

stupid keyboard to USB jack that cost me 2$ doesnt work. Must kill asians.

Why do I have to play all the shitty songs on Rockband before I get to the ones I, you know, actually want to play?

Will my creative juices allow me to actually create a good short story for today? I may just make it one a week, seeing as how one a day is turning out to be a bitch.

My blagg is not ment to be funny. FUCK YOU JOHN.

I'm sorry if you dont have the attention span to read 5 minutes of text. FUCK YOU TOO TAYLOR!

I have pictures to send.

I should probably send them.

I wonder what Kyle's doing.

My mom made a turkey and some mashed potatoes and gravy today. It was like an extremely early Thanksgiving. And it was awesome.

My brother wants me to go to this anime/gaming convention thingy. If its the same one mehrun keeps trying to get Jason to go to, I'll pass.

I think I've done enough damage for the day.

I have a Wii shirt on.

I must say, I am quite tired. Sleepy, really. Dont really feel like blogging. This wont count as my sunday blogg, promise. I'll get another up. Later. I'm really trying to do a short story per blogg rather then rant about how my day went. Because, you know, thats boring.

Looked spiffy today, Lisa was the only one who looked anywhere near dressed up as I did. Go check her blogg, pretty much explains how the day went. I'll blogg about prom tomorrow, cause it wasn't as bad as I thought, not at the end when I met up with some friends I didn't know would be there.

I still say we should have a formal lann party.

Finish it!

I'm on a role, so this will be my post for Saturday, because I want to finish this story. And dagnabit, I will. So here it is. Also, I wonder if anyone gets my references....''

He lied down on his bed, thinking about what he was going to say if he decided to call. He slowly drifted off to sleep.

*bang* *bang* *bang*

"Wha-?"

*bang* *bang* *bang*

"ok, ok.... I'm coming."

*bang* *bang* *bang*

"Shut up!"

He turned the corner of his hallway to the OTHER hallway that leads past his kitchen and to his front door, while muttering something else about having a big house.

His windows were closed,which was weird because he didn't remember them being so. Either way, he couldn't see who was behind the door.

Suddenly the door was open.
"Surprise!" Everyone was there, Ryan, Joshua, Trey and Ally, Kelly, and even some other friends he hadn't seen since highschool. They were all holding presents and balloons, Motion City Soundtrack playing in the background.. He looked closer and there was some more friends he hadn't seen since middle school. And cousins that he had long since abandoned. But it wasn't until he saw Lacy there that it hit him. There she was, smiling, eyes wide just like the night that he gave her the exact necklace she was wearing now. But he knew better. Because she didn't have that necklace anymore. She threw it at him the day she found out. And no matter what the circumstances, she wouldn't be smiling that wide. Not at him. The music got louder, and as everyone stood there as if frozen in time, all smiles and happiness, 'Broken Heart'could clearly be heard.

He woke up to realize it was his ringtone. Meaning his phone was ringing. And it only played that song when....

"Lacy?!"
"hmmm? Oh, no, its me, Audrey"
He forgot.... There was two people that he assigned that ringtone to. But it didn't hold as much meaning with Audrey as it did two years ago.
"Oh, sorry, just some stuff on my mind"
"I can tell, hehehe" Her giggle reminded him of a simpler time. When drama was less drama
"Heh, yeah. So what have you been up to?"
"I could ask you the same thing, Mr. Twenty-five year old! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
He couldn't help but feel a smile across his face.
"Thanks. Here I thought you had forgotten."
"Me? forget your birthday?"
"Well it has happened before...."
"yeah, well you never got me a super awesome birthday gift the same year before."
"Oh, so is that what it takes?" He said sarcastically
"hah, you know thats not what I meant. I can't thank you enough for the digital book, but to go and make a deal that I get any book on here that I want for free? Thats amazing"
"Well, I have been trying to push more literature on you."
"I really dont want this to turn into a sour religious debate, AJ.... please...."
"I wasn't trying to. Promise. I have enough people mad at me as it is."
"You know I cant stay mad at you...."
"Well apparently some people can."
"You already told me what happened. And it was a bad decision on your part. But both sides of this need to grow up and face each other"
"Yeah...."
"In fact, you need to get off of this phone right now and call her, get this over with. I'm hanging up on you now. Goodluck."
"wait, dont-"
*click*

Two habits were broken at the same time. A sigh let loose, and then "It seems like this is becoming a reoccurring theme today, isn't it? But I can't call her.... I tried everyone else.... Maybe I should get a cat, that way when I talk, I can atleast say I'm soothing my kitty."

He looked at the clock. Only two hours had passed since he first sat down to write. He had a year, but still. Getting a book written out early means more of a vacation. Then again, what good is a vacation if you have no one to spend it with? He decided to take another nap. Maybe he could have another dream where things went right, and this time he wouldn't realize it.

His phone woke him up. It rang. The ringing of his phone woke him up. A violent thought ran through his mind about telemarketers, and he hit the 'end' button, which sent who ever(or what ever) it was to voicemail. But he might as well have hit the snooze button, because not even 5min later it went off. He turned over to see the number, not knowing it, but recognizing the area code. Probably a crossed line, since his phone had the same area code, though he was far away from where it resigned. He let it ring, hoping who ever it was would take a hint.

They didn't.

Finally fed up, he answered it.

"Look, I don't know who you're working for or what you're selling, but I-"
"A...Aj?"
He recognized the voice immediatly. It was a bit softer and more shy then he remembred, but then again the last time it was being used was in a yelling tone. It was her. It was Lacy.
"Um.... Am i dreaming? That may sound weird, sorry if its weird, but"
"haha.... no. I guess its not weird. Good to know you havent changed too much. Happy B-day by the way."
"Thanks, but uh.... is that the only reason you called? Because look, I'm really sorry, I just-"
He could hear crying on the other side
"Look, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this. Everyone told me not to call, and I did anyways."
"No, wait, please..... please.... I have alot to say. But I don't know if I can say it on the phone."
"Well why not?" He could hear her getting a bit more offensive now "What else is there to say?"
"Well I don't know, but I mean-"
"How about this, then. 'I'm sorry I lead you on for six months. I'm sorry you were only my 'back up plan''"
"Now wait just a second-"
"'I'm sorry that even though we had something special, I had to get my fix from some girl who knew nothing of what I really was. I'm sorry I slept with her, even after so much talk of waiting for marriage'"
"Lace, please...."
"I'M NOT FINISHED!"
There was that yelling he remembered.
"'I'm sorry I told all my friends about it, so that I got caught! I'm also sorry that I, stupidly, bought an engagement ring, when I obviously had no intent to keep those vows! I'm sorry I ran away instead of confronting everything like an adult. And now, I'm sorry that I'm all alone on my birthday, wondering what happened, when its all very clear.' Does that sound about right?!"
".... yeah. Yeah I guess it does."
"Well good. Because you're not the only one feeling like shit. My birthday is coming up also. And you better fucking call me on it. I'm not done with you. I have more to say, but Liz is almost here, and she'll flip shit if she knows I called you with her phone. I knew you wouldn't answer if I called on mine."
"Yeah.... I would have...."
"hmph.... well either way. You better call me. Ok? Because I'm tired of all of this.... I really am. You can go back to sleep now. I know thats what you were doing."
"Heh.... you do know me well, don't you?"
"Alot less then I realized.... goodnight."
"Goodnight.... I guess."

*Click*

Said I was going to finish it....

Really want to just get this short story done, and I want it done tonight. Some of the authors talked about writing and getting your bad words out first, so I'm going to do that with a short story that for some reason wants to be told. So here it is. Kinda procrastinated on it, so the one hour time limit will either help me or kill me.


His hand were at his keyboards, but he stared blankly into the moniter. He was in no mood to write, let alone finish an entire half-book. He put his left hand into his pocket, keeping his right on his keyboard. Even when he realized his phone was in his right pocket, he refused to let his right hand leave the keyboard, and instead awkwardly reached for his phone with the hand that is not meant for the right pocket. He flipped through his contacts list.....

Ryan....
*riiing* *riiiing* "Not not busy enough to answer the phone, which means I'm not not not going to answer. So don't call again hoping I'll pick up, if I get to the damned thing late I'll call back. Got it? Alright. Peace" *beep*

*click*

He let out a sigh.

Joshua.....

*riiiing* *riiiing* "Heeeeey...... Yeah, obviously not at the phone. Probably rocking some faces or something, I don't know. Well, I do, but you don't. So suck it.

*click*

"*sigh*, so much for that....I wonder what Alice and Trey were doing."

*Riiiiing* *riiiiing* "Hey, its Aly, and if neither of us are answering its because."
"Because we're having sex!"
"Trey!.... I'm sorry, well you know what to do at the tone"
"What? they deserve to know the tru-"

*click*

"Hmm.... seems like everyone's busy. Or still mad.... guess I cant blame them. I want to call Lacy, but...." He let out another sigh, a bad habit that was only growing worse. "If the others didn't pick up, theirs no way she will."

He remembred again what his doctor said about talking to himself.

His moniter had something new appear on it, and a ring came from his speakers. Kelly was on. She was a bit older, but always wise, and always helpful. But most of all, she would atleast talk to him.

Celaj said: Hey!
Cakely said: Hi!!! Its been awhile.
Celaj said: Yeah, I suppose it has. How have you been?
Cakely said: Been doing good, finally almost done with school. Really regret it took this long. Hows Chels?
Celaj said: Shes doing fine, she moved out around last year though, got a bit tired of the city. Not sure exactly where she is now, but I know she moved near her parents. Pretty sure she wants to get close to them before its too late.
Cakely said: Hmmm..... well thats good for her. I hope she gets what shes looking for. And what about you? Any new lady friends I should know about? I know things have been weird since....
Celaj said: no, I figure I have enough problems as is.
Cakely said: and what problems would those be? Failing to meet deadlines are we? Or are you just procrastinating the inevitable. You need to talk to her. To everyone. I know you, and this is one problem you cant just ignore till it goes away.
Celaj said: And why not? Its worked for 2 years already, hasnt it?
Cakely said: Has it?
Cakely said: Anyways, today is a day for celebration.
Celaj said: Oh, it is is it?
Cakely said: Yeah, duh....
Cakely said: Today we're going to go see an awesome local band, maybe even meet some guys. ;)
Celaj said: oh.....
Cakely said: hahaha, I'm kidding with you. Happy birthday, kiddo. 25, right?
Celaj said: yeah, 25. For a second you had me worried.
Cakely said: well I'm sorry, couldn't resist. Well hey, I need to get going, room mates getting rowdy. We really are going to a concert. You have fun, but not too much, ok? Have fun!
Celaj said: yeah, dont you worry about me.... I'll be safe.....
Cakely has signed off.

"I'll sure as hell be safe alright."

He looked at his phone, just to make sure. But nothing. All it told was the time and how to unlock the damned thing, but nothing about a missed call or new message. Maybe he did need to call her? He threw it to his bed. Got up and walked to the kitchen. He had such a big house. Why such a big house? The only people who used it were guests, and they always told him how they wanted such a big house. But why? It felt lonely. He could tell it wanted that many people in it all the time. But that isn't possible, people have their own lives to go on to. Stupid big house.... it didn't get it.

He opened the fridge, a useless gesteur as he already knew what was in it. He memorized its contents long ago. If he wanted food he usually ordered or went out. The fridge was there for show. And alcohal. And ice cream. Because no matter how hard he tried, the ice cream man would not stop by his house....

He heard his phone ring. Immediatly all earthly worrys of food went away, and he ran for the thrown item.

"Hello?"
"Yes, your insurance has expired on-"
*click*

"Fucking aye... this sucks. Shes right. I do need to call her. But what do I say? I love you? I'm sorry? Please dont be mad I called? You know its my birthday?" Yet another sigh to add to his collection. "If the stupid postal system hadn't gone down I could have wrote her a letter, or a poem. An email wont do.... seems too cowardly. Same with a text message. And why am I still talking to myself!?"

His fingers traced the number to her cell phone. But instead, he ended up calling his doctor. Dr. Sotir was his name, and bad habits were his game. He had a really weird german accent that almost seemed fake, as if to make him seem better then he was at his job. He was 3 for 10, but he was nice, and his bill wasn't enormous.

"Why hello AJ, how are you doing today?"
"Pretty shitty, doc. Keep talking to myself. And this time I have no excuse to claim its me writing"
"Well, what exactly are you talking to yourself about?"
"I don't know.... just some past stuff. Ya know? Stuff I never left behind."
"I don't mean to be straightforward, but I'm low on time, but.... Perhaps you should just confront your past? Get it off of your mind, and out of your mouth.
"Its not that easy, doc, that would involve-"
"I'm really sorry, AJ, but I must be going now, this man INSISTS he can fly, and that the only reason he cant is because he has swallowed a packing peanut. Talk to you later!"

*click*

No.... he would not sigh this time. One bad habit to conquer at a time. Though he felt for the flying man. Sometimes we all feel we can do extraordinary things, we just need to get rid of our 'packing peanut'.