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| I'm really offended that my new xanga has more credits than this one:
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| Both on the way up and down from the shower I almost walked into Ryan's room to say, "Hey, what's up? Why are you still up? Don't you have school tomorrow? What's this movie? Mind if I watch?" and then remembered. But I also remembered he'll be home Monday (technique-ly tomorrow, even). I feel bad 'cause I didn't see him yesterday (Billy Joel [PAUL MCCARTNEY]) or today (Siren Fest) and he asked for me by name today :] But I'm seeing him first thing tomorrow. I just remember I was too tired on Thursday too. Ugh :[
Complaints Department
If I've upset or angered you in any way and there's something I can do about it; I'd really like to know. If there's nothing I can do abut it you ought to get over it. I mean, I'm probably really sorry about it (or would be if I am ignorant) anyway. Furthermore, if you've already decided there's nothing I can do about it then it's
a. over
or b. it's just going to upset me. Do you want to upset me?
So I've decided that memory has made man great but sad. Our memory has enabled great things. Like bicycles, spaceships, and the internet. But those can be the things that upset us. Think of a dog, or more importantly, how we view a dog (I'll get to that). A god (lol, that's how 'dog' came out) has no memory so don't worry about their tipped over water bowl (they've already forgotten about it). We think of dogs as care free beings 'cause they have nothing to care about. There's nothing to aspire to. They don't fret over their NASA flight test 'cause they don't want to be an astronaut. They couldn't fathom going to the moon; it sure is pretty though. And there's no worries over their broken bicycle 'cause there are no bicycles for them, they've always huffed it. I wish we could forget. :]
Yestreday and today were/are amazing. Tomorrow almost definitely will be too. Siren Fest today made up for the missed last year, which was a great day too. We also went to an Olde English show. I hope this becomes tradition (for them to be on the same day - can't control that :[ ), 'cause it was fantasticly funny. Veronica is amazing and I love her :]]]] Raphael kisses my forehead/eyebrow (it was a huge sloppy kiss). I have too many regrets, but I don't regret that or them. I decided two things definitely tonight- Actually the first I'd decided sometimes this week. The second, however, was completely tonight.
1. I'm getting a tattoo (just have to decide on the colors (black isn't me))
2. I'm getting an eyebrow ring
Ah; life.
Yestreday.
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| It's crazy how one concert can change your outlook. Or just music in general even. But, that was some concert. Easily the best concert of my life. I went in depressed and came out ecstatic. Billy Joel; the last concert at Shea Stadium. Tony Bennett, Garth Brooks, Roger Daltrey, Steven Tyler, and (of course) Paul McCartney. Yeah, it was pretty good. And that's all I've got to say about that. | | |
| So my brother Ryan had a bad accident on Monday night and fractured his skull. I've been out of it since it happened. I just feel completely beside myself. I'm really worried about him. He's stable and they don't seem worried about his recovery but he injured his brain; you can't really be sure what will happen. Sometimes it just feels like everything that can go wrong will. As a rule people make mistakes and right now I just feel like they all blow up out of proportion. I can't write about this any more. | | |
| To think that of all the suns and planets in the universe there are not any life forms anywhere else is not only ridiculous but highly pretentious. The chance of there being even carbon based life forms is not that ridiculous. So surely there is something out there; probably in form or forms we cannot even imagine. Could we have imagined ourselves if we were different? I wouldn't be surprised for them to find life forms on other suns. OR even our own. I wonder if other life forms grow old or die. I love sci-fi. Which makes me love Hitchhiker's all the more. I;m reading it again. This weekend restored my faith in me and my life. It's great, I love it. I feel like I haven't felt since high school, almost. Almost, 'cause I have felt like that since, but only at short intervals. This is wonderful and I assume it to last. I really need to get my tattoo soon. Seems like it's fetch right now. | | |
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