I did a lot of cleaning today and read some of The Dragon Reborn but I don't want to get into that. I was doing quite a bit of thinking, most of it was completely useless but some was really important for me. I came across an old poem of mine and I think it describes me very well:
     Careful when you say goodbye,
     Careful stays and careless dies,
     But careless is and careful tries.
That's the type of thing I wish I could still write and the type of thing I wish I couldn't relate to in a negative way. I wrote that after I left my PE class for athletics, though it was for a purpose imbedded within that (assuming that makes any sense. If it doesn't, it was for someone, that should).

Just a little mindless jabber before I go today, I promise. I was tuning my boombox to the country music station (yes, I like country) when I came across a few of my preset stations and I was surprised that I still listen to them (I'm too lazy to switch the radio to preset mode so I just dial into everything). I've got LIVE 105, 96.5, 96.1, and... a whole bunch of other stuff. In other news, Citizen Red is great. That's about it, I guess. I don't want to kill you of boredom.

Later, DS
~ Love makes the world go round. Some scientists will tell you it happens because of conservation of angular momentum in a micro-friction environment, but that is only because they live sad lonely lives.

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Wow... I've been doing a lot of stuff recently. I had to babysit yesterday, even though it isn't really babysitting if the person is two years younger than you. Casey and I were playing Psychobabble whilst we waited for something interesting to happen. We eventually found a list of chores that needed to be done while her mom was away taped on the refrigerator and tried to do them quickly. I ended up getting smacked with a trowel and it cut my leg when we were pulling weeds. It wasn't that bad, though. When we came back in, I went to sleep in Casey's bed and my mom decided I could stay the night. I woke up at about one and we told stupid stories to eachother until I had to leave (around seven).

When I got home, I read about a hundred pages in The Dragon Reborn. I wish I read faster. I clocked my hourly reading rate at only seventy pages... Anyway, I stopped and played Champions of Norrath for a bit, then did a little gardening of my own and snapped a twig into my head, causing another minor injury. I didn't use gloves, so my hands feel really raw now... It's painful.

After that, I went to work and set the store record for the least amount of customers on a shift. I only had to help three people in five hours. Poor RadioShack - they're going to have to close at this rate.

I got home and wrote a bit more of CDust and drew a few sketches, then read more of The Dragon Reborn. I'm going to go to bed now in hopes that I actaully wake up before twelve in the afternoon again. That was rather pleasant.

Later, DS
~ The shortest distance between two points is a straight line... but not all straight lines between two points are equal.

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I finished The Great Hunt at about five o'clock this morning. It's a good book, or else I wouldn't have even thought of doing that. I woke up around twelve then tried to sleep for another hour, but I did so on my left arm so it's acting really gimpy.

In my little hour or so of trying to sleep, I started to contemplate a whole lot of things. Here's a mildly interesting one: If someone is so happy to get away from school that she (or he) doesn't want to think about report cards, or anything having to do with school for that matter, why in the world would she (or he) willfully take a course over the summer? That makes absolutely no sense to me whatsoever. I know there must be a ton of logic behind it that I'm missing. I mean, I know people want to be advanced and all, but doesn't that just add to your work load?

I swear that one of these days I'm going to go to bed early and continue my regular school day sleeping habits. I much prefer those to what I've been having to deal with now. Maybe if I had some type of thought-blocking device that would turn me in to a drooling pile of emptiness I could get to sleep when I want to... Excuse me whilst I inquire about something on Ebay.

Later, DS
~ Do you think a dry cleaner could remove stains from a pair of pants and put them in another? That should cost the same amount of money.

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It's so cool. I just had some KFC, which isn't cool (but I'll get to that later, and I started reading the ingredients on things (which is). I happened upon a packet of the "Colonel's Honey Sauce" and I thought, "If they can't call it honey, I have to see what's in it." So I flipped it over to look at the ingredients. Whatever I thought, it was along the lines of "Holy crap! It's made from: sugar, sugar, honey, sugar, flavor, and food dye (High Fructose Corn Syrup, Sugar, Honey, Corn Syrup, Natural Flavor, and Caramel Color)." Doesn't that sound tasty? I immediately started laughing hysterically and got thrown out, but it's all good.

I updated my site. I'm not going to bother saying what's updated because if you can't find it you're a lost cause.

I counted my CDs awhile ago - after copying and ripping them all - and I figured out that I have seventy-six. I'm talking about seventy-six actual CDs, none of that downloaded crap. Of course, it sounds like I've spent a lot of money on CDs, which I have, but around a hundred and fifty dollars for seventy-six CDs isn't that bad (or at least I don't think so). I just take the CDs that I like that other people don't want anymore most of the time. You people should try it - it saves a lot of money.

I'm almost done with The Great Hunt and I have a feeling I'll be done by the end of the day; I might have even started reading The Dragon Reborn. At any rate... I don't have much left to talk about... I got a map of the world from National Geographic, realized the lock on the bathroom door is broken the... not-so-happy way, and... uh... played Champions of Norrath. Doesn't my life sound complete?

Later, DS
~ Listening To: Arrogant Worms - The Last Saskatchewan Pirate

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Oh dear. I went to bed sometime before eleven yesterday and I thought I'd get a little more sleep and maybe wake up earlier... at least I think it was before eleven. Everything dealing with time that happened last night has collapsed in on itself and it's become a huge puddle of thought. Well, anyway, I got into bed and I started thinking, which has always been an indicator to me that I'm not going to get to sleep very quickly.

Someone was the general focus of my thoughts, yet again, and I sat there contemplating things until about three in the morning. Being the senselessly emotional person that I am, I had a lot of crying and poetry-writing in the midst of thinking. If I did realize one worth-while thing, though, it was this: someone knows a lot more of what I've tried to hide, and have hidden sucessfully, from most of my family members and she hasn't abandoned me as I would expect most people would. I guess I can settle with a good, non-judgemental friend... for now anyway.

I'm surprised that I don't tell myself to stop liking her... I mean, it's not like she's ever going to return any of my feelings, and it's not that I don't mind that, it's just... I don't know. I guess I have this to think about now... But, wool-headed lummox or not, I'm going to keep trying.

Later, DS
~ How do you tell what a deserted area looks like?

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After a little chat with someone yesterday, I got down to doing some more reflections and had a few revelations in the process. While I can't saw it was a fun thing to do, I stumbled upon to an idea that could explain a lot of things for me. I tend to call myself stupid a lot, which is sometimes right, but I'm generally not refering to intelligence.

My idea is that intelligence and your sucesses don't necessarily have to come together. I mean, have you ever met a person with really good grades, started talking to them, realized that they couldn't carry on a decent conversation, and then sat there in sheer amazement and pondered how such a dumbass could possibly ever get the grades they do? I know I've met people like that - I'm proud to say I'm one of them. And have you ever found someone with no GPA to speak of that you could talk to for hours (because of their vast knowledge)? I'm not saying that there aren't people that combine intelligence and sucess, since I know a few myself. I'm just trying to put it out there that there are some people that don't really fit any of the molds that society has come up for us to conform to.

Now that that's off my... no... chest is too cliché. Now that that's off my (think Biology boy! Think! Think, damnit!) scapula (that's pretty opposite to the chest), I think I'll go do some more reading... but before I do, I might as well mention Cerulean Dust again.

I've done quite a bit of work on it and I'm just too lazy to type it. If you didn't know, I keep it in a little book and write a bit more every so often. That's the way I like to write - no messy webs, no structured plot - just the fluid writing that comes straight from me. I'll give no sheet of paper the grace to intervene between me, my thoughts, and my story.

Later, DS
~ If you "lock 'em up and throw away the key", where exactly do you throw the key?

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