Today is Friday.
I have 2 tests today.
I've only studied for the easier of the two.
I'm worried. (but not too much)
Einstein's E=mc2 equation is true.
The World will end in fire and ice...for me.
A post I've long been delaying will appear soon.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Moe Joe's Musings on Monday (and yes I know this post is way late)
Well okay. It's not Monday, but I'm Alliteration's Lover and it's her way or her other way. And she only has one way.
Okay, the title does fit in that I'm musing in Moe Joe's. Moe Joe's is our locale coffee shop by the way. I don't like coffee, but the smell is wonderful and the atmosphere is great.
So, we go way back right? Yeah we do. Like 10 days now or something. Woot! But let us go back to that second post - the sleepy one - and I will explain what I was talking about in some of those comments (if i can even figure it out).
Okay. Random picture time first:
I made that!
But hmm...on to the explainings...
Well first off, the whole two sentences I put in that post about clothes really isn't me. I am not into fashion. That was just something that was on my mind that day.
Next. The Election. I don't know how in the name of poop I got onto this subject. I feel like that was some sort of Special Report in the middle of my blog, but it wasn't. This was definately the part where I started falling asleep considering the way I don't finish the sentence. I have no clue what would have come out of my hands to finish off the statement.
(Oh, I see I make a comment about not capitalizing anything in the post. Well that was made before the post was edited with spaces and capitalization.)
And yes I am a kitten, though my name is whiteTIGER. weird. ...and I'm also a bunny for anyone who wants to know...and my bunny name is Poapwi (pronounced almost like [pope.we] except that the end of the word pope would be skewed a bit. just try your best)...and my girlfriends bunny name is Baiwi [bay.we]...which is so much cooler than my name but "whatever, whatever, I do what I want.
Now this Charleston thing...this is interesting. It is so random. It seems to have come right after another fit of sleeping which could be the cause of its randomness.
So let us travel on to Dubai. I actually would really love to go there. The architecture is amazing and tall buildings are cool.
Okay. Now I'll move on to the next thing I want to discuss. This sentence is totally written wrong: "Are there things really real outside my field of vision?" Let me rephrase it now so that you don't think I'm a total dumb butt. Here it is: Are the things outside my field of vision real? (a.k.a. if i dont see it, does it exist?) I'm just going to leave the comment at that because I'm just too tired write now to continue. Just think about it. I'm sure you already have.
Next.
I have no clue what the "other lever" comment means. I don't even know what the original lever might be.
Yeah. Now on to the owl story. This is real. Not made up. Perhaps I should finish it off now. Well, we had this cute owl. I was holding it in my arms. It was a dark night (as opposed to a lighted night.) Suddenly the owl popped out of the towel I was holding him in, and I exclaimed calmly (read chirped nervously) "It's out! It's out!" Well we stopped the car and they (meaning the other people in the car(meaning my mom(Janey), my dad (Mark), and my sister (Rachel))) yelled "what?" Then I was like "It fell out of the towel." (at this point we all still thought it was hurt) Well my dad and mom jump out of the car. The opening of their doors turns on the lights and there I see the little owl sitting calmly on the pile of stuff beside me in the car. So, not really knowing what to do, I tried to move the baby owl(owlette?) towards the open front doors. Well, that worked in that he flew awkwardly onto the drivers seat. My parents then told me to "push him foward" so I tried and he hopped/skipped/jumped/flew to the dashboard.
He sat staring out for a few minutes and then in that creepy way that only owls can, he turned his head a full 180 to stare straight into my eyes. Being thoroughly freeked by this I yelled "He's looking at me, He's looking at me." and jumped from the car. Then my mom (a real animal expert) jumped in. After a few minutes of tustling with the owl in the front she finally succeded in releasing it from its open trap (it didn't seem to understand that it could escape or at least it didn't seem very interested in doing it) and it flew off into the night like nothing even happened. The end.
(oh, if i ever find the picture we took of the owl I will post it.)
Randomness:
So yeah. My friend Khoa has never taken a bubble bath. Isn't that sad. Yes, that is random, but I just heard it and had to post it.
The end of another dreadful post.
Okay, the title does fit in that I'm musing in Moe Joe's. Moe Joe's is our locale coffee shop by the way. I don't like coffee, but the smell is wonderful and the atmosphere is great.
So, we go way back right? Yeah we do. Like 10 days now or something. Woot! But let us go back to that second post - the sleepy one - and I will explain what I was talking about in some of those comments (if i can even figure it out).
Okay. Random picture time first:
I made that!
But hmm...on to the explainings...
Well first off, the whole two sentences I put in that post about clothes really isn't me. I am not into fashion. That was just something that was on my mind that day.
Next. The Election. I don't know how in the name of poop I got onto this subject. I feel like that was some sort of Special Report in the middle of my blog, but it wasn't. This was definately the part where I started falling asleep considering the way I don't finish the sentence. I have no clue what would have come out of my hands to finish off the statement.
(Oh, I see I make a comment about not capitalizing anything in the post. Well that was made before the post was edited with spaces and capitalization.)
And yes I am a kitten, though my name is whiteTIGER. weird. ...and I'm also a bunny for anyone who wants to know...and my bunny name is Poapwi (pronounced almost like [pope.we] except that the end of the word pope would be skewed a bit. just try your best)...and my girlfriends bunny name is Baiwi [bay.we]...which is so much cooler than my name but "whatever, whatever, I do what I want.
Now this Charleston thing...this is interesting. It is so random. It seems to have come right after another fit of sleeping which could be the cause of its randomness.
So let us travel on to Dubai. I actually would really love to go there. The architecture is amazing and tall buildings are cool.
Okay. Now I'll move on to the next thing I want to discuss. This sentence is totally written wrong: "Are there things really real outside my field of vision?" Let me rephrase it now so that you don't think I'm a total dumb butt. Here it is: Are the things outside my field of vision real? (a.k.a. if i dont see it, does it exist?) I'm just going to leave the comment at that because I'm just too tired write now to continue. Just think about it. I'm sure you already have.
Next.
I have no clue what the "other lever" comment means. I don't even know what the original lever might be.
Yeah. Now on to the owl story. This is real. Not made up. Perhaps I should finish it off now. Well, we had this cute owl. I was holding it in my arms. It was a dark night (as opposed to a lighted night.) Suddenly the owl popped out of the towel I was holding him in, and I exclaimed calmly (read chirped nervously) "It's out! It's out!" Well we stopped the car and they (meaning the other people in the car(meaning my mom(Janey), my dad (Mark), and my sister (Rachel))) yelled "what?" Then I was like "It fell out of the towel." (at this point we all still thought it was hurt) Well my dad and mom jump out of the car. The opening of their doors turns on the lights and there I see the little owl sitting calmly on the pile of stuff beside me in the car. So, not really knowing what to do, I tried to move the baby owl(owlette?) towards the open front doors. Well, that worked in that he flew awkwardly onto the drivers seat. My parents then told me to "push him foward" so I tried and he hopped/skipped/jumped/flew to the dashboard.
He sat staring out for a few minutes and then in that creepy way that only owls can, he turned his head a full 180 to stare straight into my eyes. Being thoroughly freeked by this I yelled "He's looking at me, He's looking at me." and jumped from the car. Then my mom (a real animal expert) jumped in. After a few minutes of tustling with the owl in the front she finally succeded in releasing it from its open trap (it didn't seem to understand that it could escape or at least it didn't seem very interested in doing it) and it flew off into the night like nothing even happened. The end.
(oh, if i ever find the picture we took of the owl I will post it.)
Randomness:
So yeah. My friend Khoa has never taken a bubble bath. Isn't that sad. Yes, that is random, but I just heard it and had to post it.
The end of another dreadful post.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Early Morning Procrastination...
Hello, hello, hello.
I figured since I was in my architecture studio right now that I would go ahead and tell everyone that I am studying architecture. But now that I think about it, I probably said that in the last post. But I don't remember...so...yeah.
Well the people here are awesome even in this 4th hour of the day. It is really interesting listening to the stories of discovering Santa's inexistance, drunken club incounters, and valentines day get-backs. Its great! I do so love it. The models, the drawings, the models, the drawings, the model-drawings, the drawing-models...etc. You'd only get it if you lived here so why explain.
On to the next topic. Sleep. I don't think I'll get any. Darn it!
Well, since this is quickly going down the pooper, (there's that word again) I guess I'll leave you guys with the reason for my blog title. Well, there is this song by a band named Rilo Kiley called "A Man / Me / Then Jim". I find it to be a beautiful song. So go listen right now please. Thank You and G'night.
tyler Brandis
I figured since I was in my architecture studio right now that I would go ahead and tell everyone that I am studying architecture. But now that I think about it, I probably said that in the last post. But I don't remember...so...yeah.
Well the people here are awesome even in this 4th hour of the day. It is really interesting listening to the stories of discovering Santa's inexistance, drunken club incounters, and valentines day get-backs. Its great! I do so love it. The models, the drawings, the models, the drawings, the model-drawings, the drawing-models...etc. You'd only get it if you lived here so why explain.
On to the next topic. Sleep. I don't think I'll get any. Darn it!
Well, since this is quickly going down the pooper, (there's that word again) I guess I'll leave you guys with the reason for my blog title. Well, there is this song by a band named Rilo Kiley called "A Man / Me / Then Jim". I find it to be a beautiful song. So go listen right now please. Thank You and G'night.
tyler Brandis
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Lame Freewrite (it's suggested that you do not read this post)
"Just write whatever you're thinking." -Melissa Augeri
Okay here goes another one of my most amazing free writes. This time I'm not sleepy, so there shouldn't be any of those annoying switches in subject caused by my dozing off mid-sentence.
So as you probably have seen (unless you somehow skipped right to this part of the blog post which would be weird) that I begin the post with a quote. Do you remember this one from your high school literature class? I would hope not because this is a totally new and exciting statement just expounded to me by my lovely girlfriend. She wants me to do another stupid free write, and that is what she told me when I objected. Nefilpuops!
Andiamo! I'm taking Italian by the way.
"Your not supposed to think. You can make grammar edits later. You're just supposed to let everything flow." -Melissa A.
And there's another astounding bit of advise I've just been given. That is what I get for stopping my writing to correct a capitalization error on the word Italian. I love her.
Wow. It's weird how even when I am totally alert, awake and conscious, I cannot seem to keep to one subject. Well at least this post will be rid of those horrible strings of letters caused by my head hitting the keyboard.
I don't know what to write. I'm afraid this one won't be as good as my last one that I slept through half of. Oh...by the way, I am planning on going back and explaining as much as I can about the random topics my sleepy self decided to post a few days back...
...and I've lost my train of thought again...
...ah yes. Here is a place I wanted to go. I wanted to talk about how annoying it is that we don't have a program that can read our minds and write our blogs for us. That would be so awesome. Within the last 5 minutes or so that I have been writing this, I have though of a billion tangents I would love to explore, but alas I cannot.
Oh, I've written stories. If anyone wants me to post them, just ask in a comment. The comment doesn't even have to be under this post. I'll find it and respond accordingly.
Maybe I should tell you about my writing. Well, I like to...
...darn that melissa...she is being annoying right now and giving me a lecture on how free writes are supposed to work...I cannot constantly type words when I don't know what I'm thinking...ahhhhhh...but now i have to...I can't stop or she'll be a poop towards me. lol...(I'm not obsessed with poop!) hmm...what next...oh back to the last topic...
...well I would love to write fantasy stuff, but I think I'm better off just reading stuff like that. Well, I've written this story about this guy who (though I shouldn't be telling you this because its a secret) has multiple personality disorder or something similar. And he keeps having these moments were he thinks there is someone with him telling him something to do or talking about other things but there really isn't. But through the story, which I'm writing in first person from the MPD guys point of view, I try to keep it hidden that he is that way. You would totally have to ask me to see it to get how I do that. I don't feel like I've done a great job, but people reading and helping me with it would be great. So ask. Please!!!
Hmm...I've got friends.
I hate the way this stupid blog thing autosaves my work like every two seconds. I'm sure I would really appreciate it if somehow I accidentally lost all of my work and I could go back and find it later, but right now that like thing that is blinking and saying "Draft autosaved at 3:22 PM" is rather annoying.
So. What do you guys do, whoever you are. I actually would like to hear about other people on my blog. Just post anything. Something interesting, something boring, something on the so-so side if you like. I just hate hearing about myself all the time when I go to my page. Everyone else's blog is so interesting. Oh and that last statement isn't a way to brown-nose up to you guys and get some extra people to follow me. If you think this is all pointless and don't wish to read anymore then don't. I never really thought you or anyone else would get to this point in the post anyways. I feel like I've written a lot.
Hmm...I wonder if anyone would like to analyze this post psychologically. They might find some curious results. If anyone happens to do that, I'd love to see the product of your work. I'm probably a nut case, and I just don't know it.
What to do now?
I don't know.
Is this a conversation I'm having in my head?
I think it may be.
Well, how can I find out?
You ask too many questions. But if you want to find out, ask yourself this, "Am I talking to someone else telepathically?"
Am I talking to someone else telepathically?
And...
Just a second. The other person is thinking...
Hmm...that was weird but it wasted a few lines so I'm happy. I should really talk about some of my problems now:
I am a procrastinator. I bet alot of people have this problem. (why do i write in so many simple sentences? i guess i'm just a simple person. I'll have to fix that.) I feel like I do it more than most though. This blog is infact a procrastination from me doing architecture work. (I'm in studying Architecture at my school by the way (I say "by the way" too often also by the way.).)
lol @ the one eyed smilies at the end of those last statements. .)
well my 30 minutes have elapsed without any progress being made. Yay congress!
I'll post here again soon...thanks for listen. And I mean this sincerely. If you read all of the above post then I truly wish to thank you. Goodbye.
Okay here goes another one of my most amazing free writes. This time I'm not sleepy, so there shouldn't be any of those annoying switches in subject caused by my dozing off mid-sentence.
So as you probably have seen (unless you somehow skipped right to this part of the blog post which would be weird) that I begin the post with a quote. Do you remember this one from your high school literature class? I would hope not because this is a totally new and exciting statement just expounded to me by my lovely girlfriend. She wants me to do another stupid free write, and that is what she told me when I objected. Nefilpuops!
Andiamo! I'm taking Italian by the way.
"Your not supposed to think. You can make grammar edits later. You're just supposed to let everything flow." -Melissa A.
And there's another astounding bit of advise I've just been given. That is what I get for stopping my writing to correct a capitalization error on the word Italian. I love her.
Wow. It's weird how even when I am totally alert, awake and conscious, I cannot seem to keep to one subject. Well at least this post will be rid of those horrible strings of letters caused by my head hitting the keyboard.
I don't know what to write. I'm afraid this one won't be as good as my last one that I slept through half of. Oh...by the way, I am planning on going back and explaining as much as I can about the random topics my sleepy self decided to post a few days back...
...and I've lost my train of thought again...
...ah yes. Here is a place I wanted to go. I wanted to talk about how annoying it is that we don't have a program that can read our minds and write our blogs for us. That would be so awesome. Within the last 5 minutes or so that I have been writing this, I have though of a billion tangents I would love to explore, but alas I cannot.
Oh, I've written stories. If anyone wants me to post them, just ask in a comment. The comment doesn't even have to be under this post. I'll find it and respond accordingly.
Maybe I should tell you about my writing. Well, I like to...
...darn that melissa...she is being annoying right now and giving me a lecture on how free writes are supposed to work...I cannot constantly type words when I don't know what I'm thinking...ahhhhhh...but now i have to...I can't stop or she'll be a poop towards me. lol...(I'm not obsessed with poop!) hmm...what next...oh back to the last topic...
...well I would love to write fantasy stuff, but I think I'm better off just reading stuff like that. Well, I've written this story about this guy who (though I shouldn't be telling you this because its a secret) has multiple personality disorder or something similar. And he keeps having these moments were he thinks there is someone with him telling him something to do or talking about other things but there really isn't. But through the story, which I'm writing in first person from the MPD guys point of view, I try to keep it hidden that he is that way. You would totally have to ask me to see it to get how I do that. I don't feel like I've done a great job, but people reading and helping me with it would be great. So ask. Please!!!
Hmm...I've got friends.
I hate the way this stupid blog thing autosaves my work like every two seconds. I'm sure I would really appreciate it if somehow I accidentally lost all of my work and I could go back and find it later, but right now that like thing that is blinking and saying "Draft autosaved at 3:22 PM" is rather annoying.
So. What do you guys do, whoever you are. I actually would like to hear about other people on my blog. Just post anything. Something interesting, something boring, something on the so-so side if you like. I just hate hearing about myself all the time when I go to my page. Everyone else's blog is so interesting. Oh and that last statement isn't a way to brown-nose up to you guys and get some extra people to follow me. If you think this is all pointless and don't wish to read anymore then don't. I never really thought you or anyone else would get to this point in the post anyways. I feel like I've written a lot.
Hmm...I wonder if anyone would like to analyze this post psychologically. They might find some curious results. If anyone happens to do that, I'd love to see the product of your work. I'm probably a nut case, and I just don't know it.
What to do now?
I don't know.
Is this a conversation I'm having in my head?
I think it may be.
Well, how can I find out?
You ask too many questions. But if you want to find out, ask yourself this, "Am I talking to someone else telepathically?"
Am I talking to someone else telepathically?
And...
Just a second. The other person is thinking...
Hmm...that was weird but it wasted a few lines so I'm happy. I should really talk about some of my problems now:
I am a procrastinator. I bet alot of people have this problem. (why do i write in so many simple sentences? i guess i'm just a simple person. I'll have to fix that.) I feel like I do it more than most though. This blog is infact a procrastination from me doing architecture work. (I'm in studying Architecture at my school by the way (I say "by the way" too often also by the way.).)
lol @ the one eyed smilies at the end of those last statements. .)
well my 30 minutes have elapsed without any progress being made. Yay congress!
I'll post here again soon...thanks for listen. And I mean this sincerely. If you read all of the above post then I truly wish to thank you. Goodbye.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Explaination
Okay. I feel, after rereading my last post several times, that I ought to explain what the heck went on there.
Well my girlfriend (who got me into this whole blog thing in the first place) said I should free write on my first post. She thought that would help me get my ideas out. I normally have a lot of trouble writing, because I always want to make things perfect, so free writing was the way to just Free my mind of its writing OCPD (obsesive compulsive perfection disorder). Well, I told her that I was tired and would probably fall asleep while I was doing it, but she just said "Do it!" so I did.
Well, to make a short story even shorter, I started writing and I don't remember typing half the words towards the end of the post. I have absolutely no clue how some of the ideas came to be. If anyone out there feels like they can decifer some of my obviously misspelled words and my jumbled meanings, please let me know. (Thanks for the help in advance.)
And that is my not so interesting response to a very interesting post.
Well my girlfriend (who got me into this whole blog thing in the first place) said I should free write on my first post. She thought that would help me get my ideas out. I normally have a lot of trouble writing, because I always want to make things perfect, so free writing was the way to just Free my mind of its writing OCPD (obsesive compulsive perfection disorder). Well, I told her that I was tired and would probably fall asleep while I was doing it, but she just said "Do it!" so I did.
Well, to make a short story even shorter, I started writing and I don't remember typing half the words towards the end of the post. I have absolutely no clue how some of the ideas came to be. If anyone out there feels like they can decifer some of my obviously misspelled words and my jumbled meanings, please let me know. (Thanks for the help in advance.)
And that is my not so interesting response to a very interesting post.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Free Write in Sleep
Blogs, blogs, blogs. I've never done this before and I don't know what I'm doing. I don't think I'll be writing anything interesting here for a while (that just isn't me) well it is...but it isn't. I love the triple dot (...) thing. That definately sums up how my mind thinks. Its just a bunch of jumbled stuff that never has an end or a beginning, but just runs on forever. Freedom... hmm...i definately think I'm weird, but I don't think many people get to know that side of me. I love Melissa and I think she has seen alot of that side of me...and I think that is awesome. We are so close...its great. Hmm...(i say "hmm" alot)...I guess I should get back to the reason for my blog.
Do I have one? Hmm...I think so. But what? What could it possibly be? I guess I just want to let people know what I think. I doubt many would find what I think interesting (if any do at all). This is weird...I'm writing that last sentence and thinking at the same time that I don't know what I really think. I don't know if I have opinions of my own, because I've had so many influences. Always something swaying me towards one side of the other. It's so annoying.
I definately feel like I'm blathering on about nothing, and I'm sure I am, but I can't look back at what I'm writing because this is a stupid free write. I've always hated free writes. I can't organize my ideas without going over them a few times and correcting errors in placement of thoughts. I'm frustrated at my lack of organization, but there is nothing I can do about that right now.
Wow, half of my free write time has already elapsed. Whoa is me? or not.
Soooo...I got all these new things of clothes today...I love most of them. They are very different for me. I wonder what people think of me when they see me walking down the street. I guess I shouldn't care, but I do, and I hate it.
Quickly switch to the election. Sounds like Obama is the clear winner. I can't say I'm dissapointed at his election but neither can I say
I am getting so tired right about now. I don't think I'll be able to stay up through a...
Oh...oops...I feel asleep there. I'm back. Okay, I'm freewriting again...
And Melissa is so annoying.
And I don't feel like capitalizing anything here because that is just nonsense. I hope you guys end up enjoying my babble. I can't believe that I fell asleep.
I wish my girlfriend was more in tune to my needs, for a psychologist, she definately doesnt understand the male mind very well. I really dont want to post this writing. It could get me into trouble. I dont like trouble. I'm a kitten. I dont know what I'm thinking...I dont know what I'm thinking.
Charleston. I love Charleston, SC. The water is nice and the houses are beautiful. I would sooooo love to live in one for a year.
I really want to go to Dubai. The architecture there is amazing. I love the new Burg Dubai building. The tallest building in the world would be so cool to view the world from. I wonder how much those upper floors will sway in the wind.
I definately don't like the way this free write looks....this is all just a jumble of poop. And no, I don't have a poop fetish or anything, and that is so annoying when my friends say I do. I just say poop because I don't like using those bad words my English teacher says aren't real.
Are there things really real outside my field of vision? I wonder. I wonder alot of pointless stuff like that which I find very interesting but also very strange and pointless. I wish I was more organized.
I wish I knew what the other lever looked like.
I bet Melissa is talking about me behind my back to Johnathon. I always secretly get the impression that Craig is straight and just pretending so him and Melissa can be together. It bothers me. Hmm. Link. Zelda. Peach. Brawl. Why did that all of a sudden pop up in my mind? I wonder how thoughts are formed. I mean they aren't really anything. Should I separate this... I bet I'm going to fall cdombines. I Hope melissa is happy about the amount of writing I'm doing on this. I'm not even looking at the original point tfor later. Hmm, that doesn't make sence.
I love Melissa. I wish she would give the kitten what he wants, but I'm not sure she loves the kitten.
OMG, the owl! I simply must talk about the owl. Well, my family and I were on this trip to the mountains. It was late at night and this bird hit our car. Well, we turned around to go look at it and it happned to be a baby owl. It was so cute. I love owls now. Maybe I should change my blog name to reflect my new love. But whatever. We picked the owl up thinking that maybe we could get it somewhhmm...i wish i oculd stay awake whenever i want toewhat am i thniking about. i definately think i scewed last in muscle
handstands would be fun. i always do soemthing
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going somewwhere
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Do I have one? Hmm...I think so. But what? What could it possibly be? I guess I just want to let people know what I think. I doubt many would find what I think interesting (if any do at all). This is weird...I'm writing that last sentence and thinking at the same time that I don't know what I really think. I don't know if I have opinions of my own, because I've had so many influences. Always something swaying me towards one side of the other. It's so annoying.
I definately feel like I'm blathering on about nothing, and I'm sure I am, but I can't look back at what I'm writing because this is a stupid free write. I've always hated free writes. I can't organize my ideas without going over them a few times and correcting errors in placement of thoughts. I'm frustrated at my lack of organization, but there is nothing I can do about that right now.
Wow, half of my free write time has already elapsed. Whoa is me? or not.
Soooo...I got all these new things of clothes today...I love most of them. They are very different for me. I wonder what people think of me when they see me walking down the street. I guess I shouldn't care, but I do, and I hate it.
Quickly switch to the election. Sounds like Obama is the clear winner. I can't say I'm dissapointed at his election but neither can I say
I am getting so tired right about now. I don't think I'll be able to stay up through a...
Oh...oops...I feel asleep there. I'm back. Okay, I'm freewriting again...
And Melissa is so annoying.
And I don't feel like capitalizing anything here because that is just nonsense. I hope you guys end up enjoying my babble. I can't believe that I fell asleep.
I wish my girlfriend was more in tune to my needs, for a psychologist, she definately doesnt understand the male mind very well. I really dont want to post this writing. It could get me into trouble. I dont like trouble. I'm a kitten. I dont know what I'm thinking...I dont know what I'm thinking.
Charleston. I love Charleston, SC. The water is nice and the houses are beautiful. I would sooooo love to live in one for a year.
I really want to go to Dubai. The architecture there is amazing. I love the new Burg Dubai building. The tallest building in the world would be so cool to view the world from. I wonder how much those upper floors will sway in the wind.
I definately don't like the way this free write looks....this is all just a jumble of poop. And no, I don't have a poop fetish or anything, and that is so annoying when my friends say I do. I just say poop because I don't like using those bad words my English teacher says aren't real.
Are there things really real outside my field of vision? I wonder. I wonder alot of pointless stuff like that which I find very interesting but also very strange and pointless. I wish I was more organized.
I wish I knew what the other lever looked like.
I bet Melissa is talking about me behind my back to Johnathon. I always secretly get the impression that Craig is straight and just pretending so him and Melissa can be together. It bothers me. Hmm. Link. Zelda. Peach. Brawl. Why did that all of a sudden pop up in my mind? I wonder how thoughts are formed. I mean they aren't really anything. Should I separate this... I bet I'm going to fall cdombines. I Hope melissa is happy about the amount of writing I'm doing on this. I'm not even looking at the original point tfor later. Hmm, that doesn't make sence.
I love Melissa. I wish she would give the kitten what he wants, but I'm not sure she loves the kitten.
OMG, the owl! I simply must talk about the owl. Well, my family and I were on this trip to the mountains. It was late at night and this bird hit our car. Well, we turned around to go look at it and it happned to be a baby owl. It was so cute. I love owls now. Maybe I should change my blog name to reflect my new love. But whatever. We picked the owl up thinking that maybe we could get it somewhhmm...i wish i oculd stay awake whenever i want toewhat am i thniking about. i definately think i scewed last in muscle
handstands would be fun. i always do soemthing
lol
i love you
i dont know what to say
i want a new lifestylewithout havingt to go through the awekward whatcdan i search for so as to get melissa off me. I know this isnt maning sethat rigfht. yay. we have credit card representatives...hm m what was i going to say. wll i have to get this to my car...that was a convo in my head. so what are you doing
going somewwhere
a store
no, too late
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnwhat am i trhinking...omg i dont know what the dal is wht all that stuff...wow i am a difewy liat...oww my wrist hurts...wrist is an annoying word to spell but im a bladd to make leceticed. i want to do something great. but i dont know what
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die
i wish melissa would get ack in here and let me go
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AFTER THIS, THE KITTEN SLEEPS
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FOR A THOUSAND YEARS
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
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