I hate cellphones.

Ug, here is that feeling again. You know what I am talking about, the one where you finish a great book, and are genuinely pissed off that you cannot read further into the story and/or just more in general. the Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix was splendid! and if it did one thing for sure, it definatly made me miss my Karried. first thing I did was go look up when the next "Potter Party" is hehe. Anyway, now that I am just stewing in my house with thoughts of Witches and Wizards roaming through my mind, I feel I should blog about it. Why? well because anything to deter me from wishing I could be be studying for N.E.W.T.S. or something silly like that. It shouldn't matter what anyone really thinks about the Harry Potter series, but everyone must admit, Someone who writes as Rowling does deserves an exhorbitant about of credit! The book(s) are so well written, that they pull me away from my computer!! that is some crazy magnitism.

For now, I drift back into the day dreams.

cause they are sweet
and can't be beat
I crave some meat
out on the street
as I move my feet
to the sound of the beat
and feel the heat
my life's complete.

Alright then, So today was a pretty nice day off of work. It began with me playing some relaxing games and reading some Potter. During these games, this Kid who later confessed to be 14 was attempting to best me in a duel of smack talking. I wish I could have saved the chat, it was hilarious. eventually I talked him (and since it was an action game) pummelled him into verbal submission. Take that Middle Schooler!.


After this fun time, I changed the oil on my car in a suit that reminded me very much of my Dearly Departed gear. also I finally fixed my troublesome mirror. Well actually my dad did with his tools, I just took notes for a similar situation in the future.

Anyway, that and going shopping with Josh to buy a stupid black polo shirt for work was pretty much my day.

anyway work tomorrow. Peace

There is no limit to the amount of shit I take. some of it deserved, some of it not. There is a limit to the stress I can handle. Today is not a day to fuck with that limit. the point has been reached. goodnight

Here is a disclaimer:
Everyone knows that in times of anger people have to vent. well this blog is my outlet for emotions and daily routine. I apologize to people that I offend with my comments, but maybe instead of only being upset with me, one must also wonder why that comment needed to be posted(I say needed because after each blog I do infact briefly go over them and judge the importance of a controversial statement).

I apologize to Carrie and her reputation among people who read my blog. If you (the reader) have spoken with me since I have been at BW you know that I definatly believe that she is a great girl and a wonderful human being. however I think we all can relate that sometimes we just get pissed about some action or conflict and have to say something about it.

Well like I have said before, blogs are dangerous tools. and eventually someone will get pissed about a post. Just so long as you (the reader) brings it up to me after you read it, I will be happy to discuss whatever topics you would like. But I can only do that when you (the reader) talk to me. preferably on AIM or the Phone (AIM name: Ratboy7612) and this will now be posted on the side menu bar to your left for easy reference.

Anyway, thus begins the weekend of long working hours. I am doing it for a good cause regardless. However, I am really looking to find a way to make a few visits possible this summer. the (hopeful) Carrie, Chelsea, and Amanda (Wacked) visit, Amy talks to me about visiting Laura and Acapella Kev, and I really really hope I can visit my bro before he is out of Florida...but if not, I will see him in Ohio eventually. Anyway, my parents are back home so that means no more parties! drat.

talk to you (the reader) later!

it is really kinda sad when I feel so tired that I don't want to do anything at 11:30pm. it isn't even late yet and I am pretty much done for the day..that sucks!

so anyway, I had a pretty exhausting and frustrating day. I worked from 4pm to 10pm, and that is a relatively short day on average..but it just dragged on and on. I had to do a plethora of new and aggrevating tasks. like...manually ring a credit card (with that crazy slidey thing) and the attempt to find a quarter in a rather spacious completely dark place. It is aggrevating I tell you. However on a good note, Valerie and Chelsea came and visited me. It is always a pleasure to have company, especially company with spunk! =D

anyway, to the ole bed I go....tired as usual, and I am sure to dream some more silly dreams, while hoping to hear from a girl who is out of state right now.

alright have you ever had one of those good days and then it gets ruined by ONE SENTANCE? That pissed me off so much that I wanted to chuck my monitor out the window and then dive after it with a knife and stab it repeatedly on the way down. Why is it that people I care about feel it is fucking coolbeans to toss me and my feelings aside like trash. No more, You don't care about me, then goodbye. I am not taking anymore bullshit from people that think I am a waste of their time. If you have a problem with me, Let's talk about it, not to my inbox on a email service, not to my away message, don't write me a letter, and don't give me the telephone game through someone else. Talk to me, if it has to be online, then talk to me when I am there, leave me a message saying to be online at a certain time. Just talk to me. Because if you don't then you obviously don't give a rats ass about whatever we have.

I am tired of all being Mr. Nice guy-please-walk-all-over-me-because-I-care.

maybe if more than one sentance of effort was used it wouldn't have been so bad. So if you want to patch this up Carrie, you talk to me, because I have tried to just talk with you, but all I get is a lifetime supply of: "yep". So, how much do I mean to you? I hope at least 5-10 minutes of IMs. I can only take so much before I need to feel I am worth something.

Anyway, to get my mind off of this enraging topic, I had an interesting dream. It consisted of myself and a partner on a business trip to some hideout place. but then the business trip went horribly wrong, and the train derailed after I got off and it was leaving. However this was no NORMAL derailing, oh no, it was caused by undead zombies! so basically at this point I knew what I had to do. I took my trusty bow and arrow and....RAN LIKE HELL. Me and my partner guy ran really far until we met with this crazy, wildwomen who was better at Archery than I. After that we got to some outpost and free'd some captives from their oppresive half-man-half goat (satyr?) guards. After that I took this magic gun with special bullets around, and after some movie like encounters, we ended up back at the train station, and had to fight the evil sorcerer and after all of that battling, I get to...you guessed it...wake up. So basically I got to sleep on and off during this ludacris dream.

Now is my attempt to stay positive, and have wishful thinking. I don't know what decisions people are going to make. all I know is that there will be adventure in any decision, and life will continue to have plenty of opportunities in any direction, and I look forward to venturing down those paths. ok enough philosophy speak. goodnight

Ok I just posted a huge fucking blog and it got erased thanks to this new shitty blogspot chassis. Fuck this shit