Oh, on a different note:

"The Roman Institute of Psychology has found that 20 percent of visitors to Italian museums feel compelled to go on an immediate 'erotic adventure' (which often takes place right there in the museum). They have dubbed this the 'Ruben's Syndrome'."

I got that from the Doomsday Calander or something.


So... anybody wanna go to Italy with me?

Okok, so I didn't mean to leave it off there. I just got distracted and later I was too tired to finish, so yah.

I love the band. They are mine now, so everyone can just back off. Mine and my friends. But anyway...

Don't really feel like talking about life now. its... stuffed.

And blah blah blah about my comments. i know they don't work. they never have. Dikki will have to (maybe? hopefully?) fix them for me, if he's feeling like spreading his geniusness with the rest of us (yes I'm sucking up, don't get used to it).

I want to make a Parking Lot CD, full of great songs. I must think about this. I've already got some great songs, but I need a lot more. but anyway...

whatever. life is life. at least its not death, right? not that death is such a bad thing tho.

I'm not gonna get in to that, cuz then i might be writing forever, and I don't want to do that. it takes too long.

I love you.

Just felt like saying that, so to whoever's reading, I love you. Now get outta here.

Meh, I don't care. whatever and stuff... go me and my excellent use of language.

I was bored, so i thought i'd blog.

talking to Kar right now. Listening to Coldplay. The Scientist is my new fave song.

Let's see... whats new in my life.

HAH!!

yah, haven't been on the computer much lately.

Had fun at the party tho. Liked giving nick names. Changed drew's tho. yah, i know. his was pathetic, but whatever, that's why I changed it. Ok, we changed it. So these are the nick names Interphase has been dubbed:


Drew = The Quiet One

Jamieson = The Pervert

Kyle = The Cool One

Reuben = The Perfect One


I Can't wait for Friday tho. I'm exicited. WOO!!

ok, i'm done now.

Since everyone (aka Karen) wants me to take the stupid test, here it is:

The Window Shopper
Random Gentle Love Dreamer (RGLDf)


Loving, hopeful, open. Likely to carry on an romance from afar. You are The Window Shopper.

You take love as opportunities come, which can lead to a high-anxiety, but high-flying romantic life. You're a genuinely sweet person, not saccharine at all, so it's likely that the relationships you have had and will have will be happy ones. You've had a fair amount of love experience for your age, and there'll be much more to come.

Part of why we know this is that, of all female types, you are the most prone to sudden, ferocious crushes. Your results indicate that you're especially capable of obsessing over a guy you you just met. Obviously, passion like this makes for an intense existence. It can also make for soul-destroying letdowns.

Your ideal match is someone who'll love you back with equal fire, and someone you've grown to love slowly. A self-involved or pessimistic man is especially bad. Though you're drawn to them, avoid artists at all costs.

BEWARE: The Hornivore

CONSIDER: The Gentleman, The Loverboy

I think I just realized something.

and I don't really like it. i'm confused...

I wish I could be beautiful in your eyes...

But you're blind....

I'm tired of waiting for you. So I won't anymore.

I won't wait for you. But that doesn't mean much, does it?

Once there was a something called Bob. Bob thought he was a murderous something, so he killed stuff.

That fateful morning, Bob killed stuff, then had brunch. He had had an early start.

While he was eating, he blinked slowly and a giant magical Toad was before him, wearing a pink Tu-Tu

"What the fu-"

"Bob." The voice sounded adult & child-like, and masculine & feminine at the same time.

"Wha?"

"Bob. You are not a killer."

Bob was confused. "What do you mean? What are you?"

The Toad smiled condescendingly. "I am your Fairy God-Toad, Bob."

"What did you mean when you said I wasn't a killer? I've been a killer most of my life!"

The Toad shook it's head, still wearing the condescending smile. "That is not your fate. It never has been." The haunting voice said softly.

"Broken Chair!" Bob shrieked, leaping off his seat like he had been shocked. "What did you to do my chair?"

The Giant Magical Fairy God-Toad wearing the pink Tu-Tu and the condescending smile spread out it's arms and levitated off the floor, a soft yellow and pink glow emitting from it, illuminating the room.

"Nioj eht eivom oiduts dna emoceb a recudorp! Noitacidem si nuf, he?" Toad spoke as it's head spun around and around. Bob got dizzy trying to follow it.

"Yes, I do like marshmallows!" Bob cried out, jumping up as he punched the air for emphasis.

The Toad stopped, lowered to the floor and nodded, still wearing the condescending smile. "Good. You understand. My work here is done. May you take bubble baths in peace now." And in a wink the Toad was gone.

Bob opened his eyes and lifted his head, the side of his face had been in his food on his plate.

Later that evening, before falling asleep, his last thought of the day was, 'Maybe I shouldn't've had that old moldy green salami for brunch today.'

I'm happy today. Or at least I was. Now I'm just kinda tired. But I was happy.

I've decided that I'm proud of who i am. and what i am.

So what if i'm a pathetic/hysterical selfish, baby-dream killing liar? that's just part of my personality. I've got other qualities. (I almost wish you did slap me...). But I'm proud of being me. Seize the day. Live life to its fullest. and all that other jazz.

I felt good today. it was a good feeling, to feel good.

I almost forgot what it felt like, to feel good like i did today. it was nice, and refreshing.

but i'm tired now. and a bit hungry. foods almost ready.