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05/14/2005: "Stop him, BEFORE HE EMOS AGAIN!!!"

Isn't this wonderful? SPRING IS IN THE MOTHER FUCKING HELL!!! Umm...I swear to you I meant to put "air". But come hell or high weather or where ever you are, this is still the best weather we've been having since we lost all the grass under the white at the end of last year.

I'm allready thinking about doing that "ground zero: summer" thing under the streetlight again. I know that's going back to overdramatic ways, but I allready know it's comming. I was at Merchant's Square the yesterday, and I was standing there waiting for the chineese food and Pizza food to be ready, and I came out of the video shoppe cause, well, I've seen/played just about everything, and I was standing there. Just standin'. And I came with this weird reasoning... I was waiting for something. Not just the food, but something bigger. Like, waiting for somebody to drive up, and take me to what I'm supposed to do. Cause, I might be able to do a lot, but I'm not one to start doing things. I wait for things to happen and then do them. Partly because I'm lazy, partly cause I never have the right sense for when to do something. When I don't, then nothing ends up happening, and then when I do, I get interupted. I was still thinking of what could be waiting for me when the food became ready, and I knoked it off. Looking back, yeah, I was over doing it. Of course I was. It just one of the many things I do :P.

Heh, nice. I just had to put the window fan in. That means I'm probally less than a month from making my wind tunnel tent. Diagrams will follow.

And I fixed something. I had to break it first, but it should be fixed now. What was it? Ahh...don't worry about it. The person who knows knows, and they're the only one who needs to know aside from me.

I'm smart :D

F*R*A*G: Foot up your ass make you fly thru the glass to win the heart of the lass but it didn't really work cause now I'm a jerk so you both run away and that's where you'll stay probally better that way aren't you glad that I'm here? -Shit yeah, I'm a poet. MC ESSHURE IN THE HOUSZE!