Chapter II:
Spontaneity Strikes Back
I guess it would make sense for my first page to be the posting page. I still have the forum for people to post on, but most didn't really avail themselves, so i'm gonna focus on Jason hosting more than Other People hosting. anyway, so this past weekend (that of 10/3/03) was great fodder for my writing , which i guess is a good place to head to..
uh, well really none of that stuff i wrote this weekend.. but i really did write some stuff!! really!
occurred on October 4
i punched a door.. it's been a long time..
i find it terribly annoying that i have to do all of my webwork at school again. it's like i don't have a computer or something. oh wait, i don't. cuz my lappy decided to do backflip into oblivion. just my luck that the one time someone actually does a backflip when i tell them to, they end up going off the deep end into a vat of molten lava and sharks and ilk of that sort. all i know is that it sucks, and i'm gonna keep telling people to do backflips because the odds of that happening twice are like, LOW.
(again, what can i say, i'm mad quick in my classes)
ok, in responce to people commenting on my last post, no, my laptop did not physically do a backflip. i mean, really people, htf is a computer going to perform a gymnastical (haha) feat. see me, i work in metaphors. inferences. sarcasm. these are my skills, so i work with what i got. like when i randomly comment on a persons lack of height. the odds of me actually insulting someone on a physical aspect that is no fault of their own are slim to none. in fact, i cannot think of a single time where i did this out loud. or in type. i'm either joking, or i am saying you are an immature person. one or the other. and it totally makes sense in a metaphorical plane too. which makes it yummy. delicious even.
yea, i'm hungry.
..late
sigh.. sometimes i am just an idiot. i always try to be really empathic and stuff. i always try to put the feelings and motivations of other people first. it's just how i am, and i see no reason to stop. but this time, i just totally didn't see it. i still don't really see it. but i screwed up, no other explanation. so, to sum it up, i'm sorry. you know how you are, i was stressed, and.. and i just don't know. i didn't mean the things you inferred. the more i think about it, the more upset i get with myself. i hope you can bring me close again..
to start with, happy birthday Mateo! you're finally 20! good gracious it took you a long time. freakin 20 years! you sure are lazy, i mean, shoot, i think i did it in 10.
i've got 5 minutes to kill before class, so i thought i would post. i finally saw school of rock, and it was pretty good. i laughed, forgot to cry, and a good time was had by all. and i learned a very important lesson: getting people drunk is a wonderful medium for manipulation. i think it's a very important lesson at this time in my life.
really it is.
3 minutes to go!
i was all hyped up to revamp my page a few weeks ago. as you can see, i'm just not into it. maybe i should stick with something small, like a blog or something. i dunno, i like all my pages though. maybe i should use a blog as this portion of my page, so that there is always something coool goin on, but still mess with the other pages when the inclination strikes me. good plan?
good.
on to the important things.
monkeys; are the single most important resource on this planet. they make us laugh, they make me vomit, they throw stuff; and not just any stuff-we're talking stinky stuff. plus, if you manage to get one drunk, they are surprisingly witty in their stumbling stupor.
so what if i'm in love with her? she gorgeous, smart, funny, and caring. she's got drive and the mettle to pull it off. she's everything i'm not (save for the brunette thing) and everything i want to be. get off my case, it's been years, another couple weeks won't make a difference (i hope)