Spring is here

and I have to turn an awsomely bad poem into an awsomely good poem.

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Studying a foregin language while taking advanced poertry workshos throws one off a bit. On the the one hand I am learning the basics of another language while trying to retain the gormet aspects of English. I will start calling a tree by it's german name and the tools of my english language will gather a fine coat of rust.

It rained and it was beautiful, because just before it rained the sky was overcast and the sunlight defused through the clouds to throw everything into a subtle shade of gray-blue. The wind was vigorous and strong as I walked against it that day, but then it halted softly, slowy, then all together before the first drops of rain fell. It was as if the immediate heavens were taking a breath before letting it rain.

I increased my leg press by about 30 percent... the weights are not labled clearly but the last time i leg pressed it was around 230 - to 250 lbs. So my legs are slightly sore. Just slightly.

I have a treat for you regular readers.

http://media.putfile.com/Conan-OBrien---Stachenblochen

So how did the break up go. We met at the open air theatre and she said she didn't know who she was before she got into this relationship. to which I replied, "people your age tend to do that." This was unintentionally tactless

I am actually happy to be single again. I guese I can go shop around... for someone with better DNA.

Any how, my Best freind called me and left a two to three minuete message on my phone. I have an answer to it here. No I will not join a biker gang, because although I like Motorcycles (the japanese Crotch rockets in particular) I want to save my money for A-kon with my best friend and not get horribley out of shape.

Plus there isn't a large venue on campus for biker gangs.

I did however enjoy the message, and have saved it for future play during any competency hearings you may be in :-D Just kidding.

Thank you for calling. I was actually gigling down cheiftan way when I heard it.

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I am single again :-D

It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I never really cared a whole lot anyhow. At 22 I have done my share of dumping overly ambitious girls her age. well, n ot really. I have turned a lot of people down... but thats another mater.

the main complaint was t hat I was too remote and that I didn't try to come see her during christmas break. It wasn't "working out"

I am actually kind of happy this happened.

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tommorow, my girlfreind may dump me. It's going to be a long night as I have never been dumped before and don't know what to expect. Is this a long ritual that ends with the sacrifice of swine, and other farm animals to the dark gods of "break up dom". I don't know
It's a mystery

I have been a rather distant boyfreind. I have alwasy been relaxed and unconcerned, but I thought I was involved enough. Perhaps I shant be dumped after all.

Forgive my rambling. this is what I know. She wants to talk to me tommorow, face to face, and something is wrong, but we have to talk about it tommorow.... face to face.

I actually anticipated coming back to tally wanting to become more intimate than ever with her. I was really getting the hang of it, or so I thouhgt. but now... If I am dumped Im not going to make a big display, be jealous, or hurt... openely hurt i mean. I cannot avoid being hurt by this kind of rejection... Im not sure why exactly but as I write this some kind of dread is resting in my stomach clawing away at my nerves. I'm rather jittery, and since i trust my basic instincts i can only infer that, with these feelings present from the thoughts that i might be dumped, being dumped will probably hur; a lot.

But who am I? surely I can allow for the loss of a girlfreind or two in the grand scheme of things (feelings of doom and dispare aside)

God this sucks so bad.

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I hope John Cleese never dies. I just think hes the greatest, funniest wittiest man alive, and it will totally suck when he dies. After celbrities die it is common for talking heads to say, " in (insert celebratie name here) we have lost the greatest (insert generic title) of our time." But for John Cleese it wil actually be ture. At least for me it will be true. The funniest man of my time will have died and he wasn't Chris Farley. Chris Farely was an anticdote... Cleese was talent. I remember watching Fawlty towers when I was younger and loveing it so much. Don't know what I'm talking about. Check here http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000092/

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What can you do when someone passing out religous flyers offends you to the point of wanting to beat said flyer boy. I tried telling him it was between me and God, when he tried giving me one, to which he replied, "whats a matter are you afraid."

I told him I didn't need his literature. That I had my own... He wouldn't let me be, then he tried to hand one out to my brother. This is where reality branches off. In another reality this is where I would have eviscerated his pushy tweenish ass. But in this reality I only said. He will read the one you gave me (with a back off tone.)

this took place in Panama City mall. and I walked away thinking who the hell dose he think he is. I read the flyer. It was one of the most abrasive flyers iv'e read, it promised hell fire for virtually everyone if not everyone. It was your typical southern baptist homogenized scare tactic pamplet and it pissed me off. My faith is between me and god and unlike the faith that endorsed mr. Tweeny boper I don't think the bible should be interprated literally and is the key to not be damned. Do I read the bible? yep. Is that any of his bussiness, and If I tell him, that it is not his bussiness, dose he have a right to keep hasseling me? No.

Going over to my old ta kwan do masters house tonight. A bit reluctantly. I don't like it when people keep inviting me over every night in a row for a strech, but I have to admit i have fun.

I want some time for myself. I am workingon the book... and am actually solving real problems. It's turning out nicely.
I got to spend some of my gift card though. they hassled me into renewing my brothers discount card. And I let them do it. When my brother let it slip that i had 75 dollars on the card I became a god damned mark. They wouldn't let me be about there GD card and I gave in.

To Game stop:

Never again. Every two bit corporatin with a hand in retail (like a hand in warm water, asleep) produces discount cards. Im not going to buy everybodie's discount cards. Why? I would die of starvation. Mrs. Manager heard how much I had and decided I could get a discount card. Fuck that! I decide what I want to do with my money bitch. Just because I come in asking for a limited edition video game means Im a weak minded dork.

I don't give a fuck anymore about qoutas or percentages, I dont care what your discount card dose. It could save my soul every time i use it, but I don't want it.

From this day forward I am never ever ever getting a discount card again... and I saw you cringe as the other clerk told me the other game I wanted was cheaper and better on a PC (he was actually doing his job). I was so burnt out by your blatent whoreish behavior I handed you back the other game and left. GREEDY BASTARDS! you make me sick

sincerely,
Inhuman sadness

am I this much closer to condeming the human race. Yes. as of this writing I am useing whatever celestial influence i posess to bring about any kind of harbanger to sober up man kinds idiocy. Unfortunately my celestial conections are few and far between :-(

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