Every heart is a revolutionary cell.

because I'm never really sad

You'd think this would be about her, but actually breathing around her is perhaps the easiest thing to do because there is nothing I want to do but stay alive and with her.  Therefore, breathing is very easy around the girl that makes my heart pump most. 

No.

It is terribly difficult to breathe with jets of water shooting up at you from all sides and falling back down over your head.  I'm not claustrophobic.  I have no irrational fears at all.  I'm even a fair swimmer for an out-of-shape smoker, but I think there is something about being above, below, and surrounded by water yet being around air.  It's like a fit of inertia or any right sort of disorientation.  It shouldn't be possible to be around so many dimensions of water and still be able to breathe.

...water fountains are weird.

Kinda like em.

it'll be a little bit before my next real post, fyi. tmi?

I write this in between Halo matches so bear with me for a moment here...

(BTW, I jsut kicked ass in a game mode I fucking hate)

It's more spelled like Fauxliday though, which I pronounce Falliday.  But that raises an important question of what a real holiday is and what merits a holiday. I won't go into that though.  Now, before I raise my point I don't mean to demean the roles of mothers and fathers, but mother's day and father's day isn't a real holiday. Neither is graduation. There is no need to fill up and fill up an entire god damn restauraunt.  Oh yeah, that's what I'm gettin at, this whole entire post is related to my fucking job. Washing dishes. Ugh.  I don't understand why everyone thinks every little fauxliday is an excuse to go out an eat.

Don't do it.

The food really isn't that good.  You could cook better food at home for cheaper, and restauraunt food isn't even that fresh. It's mostly ugh.

You know, if it weren't for Halo this would be a much better post.

Point is, don't go out to eat at restauraunts on holidays...or weekends...don't make something our of a restaurant. it's no better than fast food. Don't treat it like it is.

Yeah, thispost sucked.

For getting me to/making me use this again.  I always liked this blog more than the other one I got, and I feel more like writing now that you want stuff to read.

And this seems to be a fine outlet for doing jsut that.

The other night I was thinking about what would really make me a character.  This all stems because my friend Jay insists that he will use me as a character later in his life as a part of a short story or multiple short stories or a novel...point is, apparently, I'm a character.  Now, I don't really see how I'm a character. Of course, he didn't see how he was a character when I told him that I would probably use him in a story too. 

It was about two days ago.  In my current situation I can't hang out under my own terms. I have to wait for people to want to hang out and they come get me. This means that I have to do whatever they want, and I have no problem at all with this. It is easy and entirely untaxing on my decision making skills, which are very go-with-the-flow.  So, actually, it's about perfect.  I digress. I was riding around with my friends Amanda and her boyfriends Tyler who, for some reason, is called Skinny.  I think it is due to his lack of body fat, or, at least, that would make the most sense.  We were in downtown Knoxville -swell place, swell place-  sitting in the apartment of  their friends.  we gently passed a bubbler with a packed bowl of marijuana, a dirty, vile drug that makes everyone not want to hurt anything else and do nothing but laugh with one another.  Two of the guys, one of which I believe lived in the apartment, were talking abour their band, which, from the looks of the guys, probably sucks.  They mentioned the name of their bassist. Trent.  having a strangely high tolerance for someone who doesn't get to smoke pot near as often as he used to, I was merely "kinda high."  It was more of an effect of the fact that I wasn't paying attention than the weed, but I heard Strike instead of Trent.  This was before I knew Trent was their bassist, so I immediately conjured an image of a badass(?) guitarist wailing at a solo with his guitar that had, writtin in blood-colored lettering, Strike!  Well, regardless, of how maybe badass that would be...they informed me that I had heard wrong.  I wasn't too upset though. I would hope a guitarist named Strike would be in a band that looked a little better.

Useless story? Maybe, but it helps point out one facet of my person that I realized at work might actually make for a good character.  My aural perception.  I hear things wrong all the time.  It's really annoying to some of my friends, and it used to kinda get on my nerves. I stopped caring a while ago.  My (in)ability to hear words incorrectly compliments my imagination gorgeously, and my imagination is, if one thing, gorgeous.

There you go,

hs

"and you start singing that stupid children's song
You think I don't know it
but I just don't feel like singing it"

I'm dating the girl that I've loved for four years

nubeat 

Don't have hope in those that you originally had hope in.

Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if
Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic
pills and listening to repetitive electronic music.


....
Oh, wait...

"Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone."

that alot of people "love" V for Vendetta
but they dont even know what the movie is really about
they see some neat special fx and one of their favorite actresses and bam baby! they tihnk the movie is great
uhg
it's so much more than just an action movie

That High School, the alst year that it is, will enver be the same
my foundation of high school has been shattered
more of graduated then shattered
most of my best friends are gone
Isaa, Cassie, Pat, TJ, they're all gone
not jsut that they were my best friends
they were High School
there has never been high school without them
they were always there
whether they hated me or not
-which 75% of them did at one time-
they were still always there
we had our own god damn table that we hng at
al beit, it was taken from us by dumbasses this past year, it was ours
it was where we talke abotu evverything
our drug trips
our music
our books
our dreams
everything
I'm a God among Insects this last year
High School will never be the same
and I wont let it
life is too short to be monotonous

The only difference between a dead skunk lying in the road and a dead lawyer lying in the road is that there are skid marks around the skunk.

Like Italian Glass