Mid-day sunrise

Time: 12:45pm (but morning to me cuz I woke up an hour ago)

I feel like a tree in the fall; all my leaves are falling off, one by one. Soon, you won't even recognize me. dm.

I'm lost. I'm content. I'm confused. I'm happy. I'm uncomfortable. I'm complacent. I'm unwanted. I'm relieved. I'm losing the fight. I'm losing the war. I'm constantly concerned. I look on the bright side, but all I see is darkness. I'm too dramatic. I'm too emo(?). I'm indecisive (and indecision is worse than the wrong decision sometimes.)

What doesn't kill us only makes us stronger. Right?
Well, I feel like I've been close to death a few times and I'm still weak.

Don't believe what you've heard.
Believe what you see. And what you experience. What you feel.

I'm up in arms.
I'm laying down my guns.
Take me without a fight.
But take me now.

I had the weirdest dream.. hard to explain on here. It involved about everyone I know. I was taking care of a kid, who I ended up losing at one point. I was fishing and I caught a fish really quickly, but it wouldn't stay on my line when I had it almost reeled in. And I kept getting my line tangled with another guy that was fishing. Then we were in front of a big building, I had lost the kid, when Travis came running out from behind a car and told me he took my car with the kid in it but he doesn't have it anymore. Then Dave drives up in a van and tells Travis and Diana to get in, but there's no room for me. When I look in the back window I see the kid, so I jump in and tell Dave if the kid is hurt I'll strangle him. So I was sitting in the back and Diana was laying across Cory and Dave in the front seats. Then she comes running to the back and yelling at me (I'm not sure why.) This is when I notice Renea has her arm around me holding my hand, so I let go and grab the kid. After this part, Dave, Travis and I are next to a train. We're trying to figure out how to move it down the tracks. We talk it out and decide Travis should drive it. The next thing I know, I'm holding on to the front of the train and it's moving pretty fast. I hear Dave say he trusts Travis to drive it, and I tell him to slow down so I can jump off. I do and the train speeds away from me. That's it.

I'm all for dream metaphors and your subconscious making up things in dream form that have to do with what's going on in your life. I mean, some of it I can figure out, it all kinda makes sense, except for that train part. I don't know, I just felt like writing it out before I forgot it.

Rock on.

Poetically Pathetic

Don't spend all your time reading into things, just wait for the movie. dm.

How important are things in parentheses anyway?
I think they're really (not) important.

I'm gonna act sunny like the weather.
Ever notice how everything changes at night?
Especially on warm nights.
I love the blue skies, but I can't wait for the stars.

I need a recycle bin icon for my brain.
Just let it forget things.
Then I need to empty it so no computer tech can bring it back.

Don't give away the ending, I'm going to see the movie now.

If you are the shores, I am the waves begging for big moons

Poker tonight: I did pretty well, won a little bit of money. Just the hanging out was fun. Got my car fixed finally, hopefully for the last time now.

I was feeling more poetic tonight, enjoy.

Blinding lights flash.
You can't escape the bass.
The music takes control of your body.
But you never lose control.

Staring between each strobe to catch a glimpse.
An eye pointed in my direction.
Smile. Turn. Glance back.

Music becomes visible through you.
Staring up and I can't look away.
Following every curve with my smoke-dried eyes.
Lock me into your stare and no one else can see you.
But only for a moment.

Do I give you goosebumps?
Then I hope your legs are never smooth again.

The beat follows us down the highway.
Each exit sign reminds me of the inevitible end of the night.
Every white line brings us closer to home.
I could drive all night.

Pause.
Take a moment to reflect.
Just one.
Smile.
Play.
Goodnight.

Not even hell...

You're just the girl all the boys wanna dance with, and I'm just the boy who's had too many chances...

What can I say? We went to Nocturne/80's Night at Shampoo and I expected to not have fun, but I couldn't have been more wrong. It was awesome. We had fun on the way, in the parking lot drinking a little bit and doing our makeup when we got there, and of course on the dance floor. I didn't want to leave, but I do have to work in like 4 and a half hours. All around, amazing night.

I'm too tired for poetry, although it's well-deserved, so I'll leave it with a picture.

And when it all goes to hell...

So I've been writing:

"A solitary flame lights the room with an orange glow. Shadows dance on the wall as a draft reaches the fire. This is all I know. With the morning comes the daily patrol to the four corners of our small village. A path I know all too well. From the border of the forest to the edge of the stream and back. No one has ever encountered any outsiders on patrol, but it must be done as it always has. No one even knows if there are outsiders. They could be no more real than the stories told to us as children to keep us from wandering away. There was once talk of exploration, but there is no need. We have all we need here. This place is safe. The wind howls outside and the flame nearly blows out. We stopped calling the days by their names long ago, for every day here is the same. Everyone here is happy. It is the perfect world, all we have ever known. The candle is extinguished and I go to bed. I watch the smoke still rising and twisting in the moonlight as I drift off, knowing that tomorrow will be no different from today and all the days of my life."

I don't know what's better - to be complacent with life and everything you do (if that was the case you'd have no need to aspire towards better things), or to have many dreams and goals (many of which you will likely never achieve). It's a hard choice. Personally, I have way too many dreams and things I'd like to achieve. At the same time it sucks that I'm sure I won't get to them all, it's nice to have things to shoot for. Even just the dream itself is nice, even if it never comes true.

I make plans to break plans and I've been plannin' something big, plannin' something big...

...

I'm just waiting for the world to fall now that my pictures aren't holding up your walls. dm.

Shining stars

Finding the right words is like trying to pick out the stars that make a constellation. You know they're all there just waiting to make something perfect, it's just finding them and connecting the dots that's so hard. dm.

I was really feeling Chasing Amy tonight. It made more sense than usual.
The last words you say to someone always seem to echo after they leave.
You're the destination on my map, but I've still got a few miles to go.

Bayside is awesome acoustic, too.
They'll be at Bamboozle, and that's only like 10 days away.
I know you don't care.

I'm getting tired, about to fall asleep.
Now's your chance to invade my dreams.

Let's break out together

There's good advice and then there's assholes.
Fuck the critics, I know what's real.
At least I think I do.

Maybe I'm just blinded by the smokescreen that is me thinking I know what's real.
Once the smoke clears, the reality couldn't be farther from what I thought was true.
Sometimes it's (not) good to be living in the dark.
The dark is comfort.

But right now I've got the lights on and nothing's wrong.
I'll be here all night.
The rain stopped, but it still feels like a storm.

Monday night. Prison Break. Not a bad idea, if you think about it. Maybe I can get some pointers on how to escape. This isn't making sense.

Follow me.

Boys like me are a dime a dozen

I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions...

The Taking Back Sunday show was tonight. Tokyo Rose opened, it was quite awesome. Dave and I had a good time. We spent a little time at the bar and then headed to the Troc. TBS played some new stuff, it sounded better live than on the cd. They played most of the songs I wanted to hear, I was happy with the set. We got some pizza after the show and then came home in the rain. There was some awesome lightning on the drive home.

Only 11 days until Bamboozle.

I'm gonna go to my warm bed now.
Let the thunder sing me to sleep and wait for a call that won't come.

My Blue Heaven

I'm gonna put another quarter in the jukebox cuz I can't do this without a soundtrack.

Lazy on a Sunday. I've been woken up by the phone thrice, so I decided to stay up. Next decision: deciding where to eat before we go to TBS. I'm thinkin' Arby's, but Dave wants to Eat Fresh. I'm thinking we have far too many advertising slogans in our heads. It's probably like a parking garage. The important information is driving up and up and up, thinking the Folger's "best part of waking up" song is going to back out of it's spot, but never does. So when you need pertinent information on a test or something you have to take the elevator to the roof and find it double parked somewhere. Is this making any sense? Probably not, I'm tired.

I hope you're having a good time.

Why are we so shy sometimes? This is life -the only one you get- so get busy living or get busy dying. Who cares if you can't sing? Sing as loud as you can. So what if you don't have fashion sense? Wear what you like. If someone doesn't like you because of your voice or clothes, you don't want to know them anyway. Be yourself.

It's nice waking up to your voice.

Good day kids.

I don't know

Okay, blogger is being a pain in the ass, so if anything weird pops up or gets published twice or something, that's why.

Meet you in Montauk

We're getting wet dodging raindrops.
We're almost crashing avoiding potholes.
A few wrong turns will get us right where we want to be.
Last chance to lose your keys.

It's great how water is transparant yet blinding.
Sing your favorite rainy day songs into a closed umbrella.
Then spell out my future using the lines on my hand.
Are you in my palm?
I'm starting to fashion an idea in my head...
Folding napkins into smiles.

Take cover. Shelter from the rain.
Lay back and relax.
Butterflies and tired eyes.
Not even hell could be hotter...

Whispering eyes - goodnight.

I've got a sunset in my veins...

Just few more wrongs and I know I'll get it right. dm.

I'm thinking of quitting work because soul searching is a full-time job. My mind's always working overtime and it doesn't pay.

I know everybody has bad memories, things in the past they'd like to not think about, but does everyone's haunt them on an almost daily basis? This is not rhetorical, I seriously wonder if I'm the only one. I know that's a stupid thing to wonder cuz I'm obviously not the only one. Just how I feel sometimes; alone in corner with only my thoughts.

"This kid is different. He wears his winter coat in the summer time just to have his own fashion. When you call his name, he walks away. He doesn't pick fights, they pick him. He likes the taste of his own blood flowing from his nose. He enjoys the feeling of stinging knuckles and splitting lips. He only dances to the music in his head. Rain is his worst friend, but the sun is his best enemy. He walks with purpose, but the truth is that he has none. What he sees in the mirror is not what the world sees. He watches people, trying to understand them. He wishes sometimes that he were an animal, with no other reason for living than trying to stay alive. He loves, but he longs to be loved. This kid is the same."

I'm constantly waiting for you to walk towards oncoming traffic, just so I have an excuse...

It's gonna kill me the rest of my life..

We're all liars. Everyone.
Omission. Stretching the truth. White lies.
It's all lying, but we use those words to justify it.

Lucky Numb. That's what my movie stub says.

It's always a nice moment when I hear my phone beep with text message, something I look forward to. Just happened.

We're always pulled in by the flickering lights.
The screen holds us in place like invisible restraints.
"We'll build our own tripod, and it'll have 4 legs!"
Children's artwork should be in museums over some modern art.

We're on the beach. But it's raining. And cold. The waves are going out to sea instead of coming in. No sun, only grey clouds out to the horizon, or what I think is the horizon. Rain permeates; no chance of sunburn today. Escape- watch the tram car, please.

My mind is on it's own path, but my heart is intervening.

Let's get dolled up and go out on the town.

Sleep is calling my name. Doesn't it know it's early? Only 12:30.

Sweet Dreams.

P.S. Thanks for waking me up...

Can't stop feeling

I want to stay in the dark with you until we hear birds chirping. dm.

They didn't have the movie we wanted to see at the theater because some mystery men came and picked it up early. Lame. But it was cool, saw Scary Movie 4 instead. Plus I got beat at Hydro Thunder in the arcade. So all around good night. We stopped by for the 420 festivities at Dave's. High School High and sleeping on the couch was the highlight.

Why is it supposed to rain on the weekend?
This is the first time in the past 3 or 4 days I'm actually going to be going to bed before 3.
I'm hungry, but I'm not going to eat.
I only work a half day tomorrow.. but I have to work Saturday morning, too.

I'd like to build a log cabin in the desert.
I'm feeling kind of drained.
Sorry for the lackluster entry.

Someone should bring me cereal.

8:41

You know that feeling you get in your gut when you find out really bad news? I have that all the time now.

Car Trouble

"I never imagined a perfect match, just like a fish that you let go when you catch, You had ahold of it and let it get away, so now you're fishing almost every single day. I'm pretty sure that nothing else matters now, I've got problems but I'll fix them- doesn't matter how, It makes sense to believe in what you're fighting for, I'm hunting misery and knocking down it's front door. The people that I meet ahead of me in line, they're claiming honesty but coming clean with lies, I'm lost among them but I'm keeping you in view, besides devotion nothing else could pull me through. I'm pretty sure that nothing else matters now, I've got some demons but I'll exorcise them somehow, It takes time to realize just what you're fighting for, but once you find it then it's something that you can't ignore. Wide-eyed ambition and shoot for the stars, elegance lacking but you've made it this far. One piece of the puzzle is lost out of place, the image unfinished like the expression on my face. I'm pretty sure that nothing else matters now, I've got problems but I'll fix them- doesn't matter how, It make sense to believe in what you're fighting for, I'm hunting pity and I'm knocking down it's front door."

I sometimes wish each day was written on an etch-a-sketch. So, if you needed to, all you'd have to do is shake it up and it would disappear. I think there are a few days that I would shake until my hands hurt. But I guess each day is written in stone for a reason. All you can do with stones is move them and try to forget about them, but they'll always be there, taking up space and changing the landscape of your life. So if anyone can make an etch-a-sketch out of a rock, let me know.

I'm mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town

I'll have a concrete mix cocktail and fill my veins with ink so you can't see right through me anymore. dm.

Not sure what I'm doing. Just existing.
3AM.. gotta be up in 4 hours.
I know sleep is where I want to go, but it seems so far away.

What is it that makes me the way I am?
Genetics? Society? Chemical imbalance?
I'm a short fuse burning.
I wish I could pause time to analyze things before I did or said them.
Why is hindsight the only place everything seems so clear?

You're the world. Or at least a continent (not Australia.)
It's always harder to let go.
Such a mix of emotions, it's hard to keep them straight.
From sadness to anger to regret to sorrow to bliss.
At least I hung in at that last one...
Still hanging.

I jump to conclusions too quickly.
I overanalyze (doesn't everyone?)
I say things I shouldn't.
I regret them.. I hate regretting.

I regret the duel (of sorts.)
Take 10 paces and turn, fire with the truth and aim for my heart.
Words working as weapons.
Soon, though, also as bandages for wounds that never should have been inflicted.
Understanding is always easier by starlight.
Things haven't changed-- stars are still shining over us.

The day may have had it's low points.. but at least I made someone's day, if only for a little while.

Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends..

"It was a chilly night for the season. Still, none of us wore jackets- not to a show. We made up for the weather with friends we hadn't seen in a while. We exchanged stories between songs. For most of the sets, we were inattentive- nothing new for us; another boring local band leading up to the one we were there to see. The only reason this night is worth remembering has nothing to do with the bands performing, but the crowd. Hardcore kids always make me laugh. As if doing some form of faux-karate in the pit proves that you're a badass. When one of said B.A.'s kicks me in the chest, I shove him to the floor. Little did I know that seconds later six guys- all of whom resembled Steve, the bouncer from Jerry Springer- would be pummeling me from all sides. That's the misconception: These kids are hardcore because they bring a posse and fight dirty. As I swung back, struggling, I notice another pair of fists swinging the same direction I was. Since these "hardcore" kids were intruding on our scene anyway, the bulk of our friends rushed over to break it up right away- even though it was all happening in slow motion and seemed to last forever. Once everyone was pulled apart, I realized that the other fists belonged to Dave- my brother in bruises. We were bleeding and bruised a little, but it all healed. The point is that no one deserves the title "best friend" if they're not willing to bleed next to you and stand by you even if they think you're wrong. Apply that."

Tonight is red and black and I'm feeling green. dm.

Quarter moon

"Alone together. I've always liked that oxymoronic phrase. Alone together. So close, yet so far(is that another?) Within reach, but not reaching. Hands idle, but in position. Eyes wandering, but always focused on only one thing. Your legs tell a story as you water my smile and watch it grow. In the corner, not bored, but anxious. Deep breaths. Brief sibling intermission. A shift, more comfortable, but cautious ears make it hard to relax. One leg perched- ready to jump at the sound of a bare foot on the stairs-- but not ready. Hair falls in your face. It's brushed away and your lips ask for.. a hypothetical question, perhaps? Obliged. Point A meets point B.. or the other way around. A smile, one that no one could touch, makes its way to each cheek. The silent alarm has sounded, the sky beginning to fall. Slow descent to the the front door. Slower exit through it. Gone into the twilight. I'll see you with the sun."

Spring has sprung

You may be easy on the eyes, but you're rough on my brain. dm.

I hate cars. I got my brakes fixed the other day cuz they've been squeaking for a month, so I though all better right? No of course not. It has been shaking ever since and last night on the way home it started shaking violently, for no reason I could decipher. I thought I had a flat. It turns out I was missing 2 lugnuts and the whole piece broke off. So now it's back to the mechanic with my shitty Cavalier. Hey, at least it was free. Peace.

Good to know that if I ever need attention all I have to do is die

I update too much(not enough?)
I take back what I originally wrote here.

I always assume the worst.
Sorry.
I can only do my best.
Hope we really are straight, homie.

No more opinions, comments, or criticisms need be spoken by those of you giving them because they will be paid no mind from here on.
Thanks, though.

Mmmm.. chipoltle chicken wrap.
Finally off to dreamland. (Only 4 and a half hours to sleep though, so if you plan on visiting my dreams, leave now)

Casually dressed and deep in conversation.

If you think all you need is beauty sleep I hope you're planning on going into a coma. dm.

"Fade in. Start the scene. Enter beautiful girl. But this time it's different; not like the song. Very much alive with plans to stay that way. She glows in the corner like a lighthouse beacon(but who is it shining for?) She's reaching for something, but I focus on her hair that will graze over her shoulder when she turns to look at me. Feigned surprise. Surprised smile. Smiling eyes. I can't think of anything more clever to say than "hey." Small talk. Avoiding attention. Brief interruption. Casual jokes about a conversation we had the night before. Just talking is a risk we can't afford. Lost, trying not to be boring, I have to go. One last look-- for now. Not worried, I know you'll grace my vision again soon. Exit unworthy man."

It would be nice to change some things.
Like having people take their own advice before bestowing it upon others.
Or the night staying as warm as the day.
People saying what they're really thinking would be too much to ask.

I feel like I live outside the bubble of normalcy that everyone else inhabits.
I went to buy the book with all the answers to peoples' subtlety.. but they were sold out.
I can think of someone who could teach the class, but he's busy arguing with his girlfriend while explaining what everyone else is doing wrong in relationships.

Throw me a pity party, but I'll be late.
I'll be waiting for someone to call me back.

I think I'd be easy to forget about if you left.
I'm a life written in dry-erase marker.
One quick swipe across the board and I'm gone.

Check mate.

We don't take hits...

I was just thinking- we were drinking this weekend and it made me remember what it was like to drink when we were all underage. It was stressful, but it was so much better sometimes. First you'd have to find someone to buy you the alcohol, cuz none of us have any older brothers or sisters. Once we found someone willing, you had to hope they'd go through with it and do it quickly, cuz we needed it now. Then you overpaid for cheap vodka and wine coolers. But once we had it, the party really started. We had a hideaway, really just my grandmom's house that was always vacant at night because she worked, where we would start drinking the second the door closed behind us. We partied hard, always knowing that at any moment my grandmother could walk in on a few dozen people she didn't know drunk in her house. It just was so much more dangerous, it made the experience more fun. The idea of the cops being called and losing our licenses for underage drinking didn't stop us from running around the streets half-naked/completely naked(for some people) and yelling at the top of our lungs. It never happened though, the police never stopped by. Doing beer bongs of smirnoff twisted green apple and hiding how much it burned our throats just so we didn't look lame. Then, the inevitable clean-up. There couldn't be any bottles, labels or bottle-caps anywhere at all. They all had to be picked up and disposed of before the sun came up and while we were all still drunk. The next morning saw all of us asleep, usually at one persons house that we walked to, and all of our cars strategically hidden around the block from my grandmom's. As the afternoon came, we'd awake and go to retrieve our cars, waiting until my grandmom went to work again....

I know this, I see it..

Everything's alright. I just got home from poker at Dave's. I came in third, meaning I won back my money, which is fine with me. It's 1:22am, probably time to be getting to sleep. I'm listening to Angels and Airwaves again. I played chess with Diana earlier, she kicked my ass.. but I held my own for a while. It was fun, I haven't played chess in a very long time. I took a long drive earlier, listened to Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance and Panic! Well, I had a good day, not much more to say. Goodnight kids.

Easter

Bored on Easter.
I'm confused. Lost in a jungle of opinions, criticisms, regrets, and reality itself.
"Falling forward as she walks towards the light."
When will I see you again? I never know.
Exhale.
Feel like spending a lot of money for some reason, but nowhere is open on Easter.
Poker game later tonight, maybe I can lose some money there.
Where's the forecast? When will this hurricane (my life) be over?
19 Days til the Bamboozle. Can't wait.
Gotta stop biting my fingernails again.
I don't really like the new Angels and Airwaves cd, but I have listened to it like 10 times in 2 days.
Leftovers from restaurants are the best.
"Don't hold your breath because you'll only make things worse."
Should I sit or stand? I'm restless.
Wonder what happened to me taking pictures all the time?
No Easter dinner, but my sister invited me to dinner next weekend.
Some people spend too much time on MySpace.
Seen any good movies lately? I haven't.
Call me.

Ups and Downs

That's what this past week has been... also it's been a crazy blur. The broad strokes are, there was a dance party at Dave's... interesting stuff going down there, no doubt about that. Maureen and I broke up and spent the time since then trying to figure out what we are and what she wants to do. Prison Break on Monday was really good, as always. Dave and I attended a Flyers game Tuesday, they barely won against the Penguins. We went to Mako's Bar after that on South Street. We met Cory, Luke, James and Chrissie there. It was pretty cool, I drank a decent amount of beer and was feeling pretty good by the time we left. I had to give Cory directions to the pretzel factory like 5 times. Wednesday night was awesome, watched some Lost and then Garden State, such a good movie. Gotta love the part where they're in the bath tub-- fully clothed and without water, mind you-- having a conversation for seemingly no reason... but it's cool. Last night we had class again for the first time in what seems like forever.. we had a guest speaker, a hypnotist, that did a trial on the whole class. It was basically just supposed to be relaxing, which just hurt my neck cuz I was falling asleep. After class, I went to Dave's and practiced a little bit before we played our usual set at the Oarhouse. Later on, Ryan and I took a long walk.. we had a lot to catch up on. Then I went to try out my car as an egg timer at the top of a not-too-steep hill... don't ask. Today was rocky, decent day at work for the most part. I had a little waiting around to do after work into the evening, but it turned out good in the end. Had some good food and it was a nice night for a walk, maybe a little chilly, but I'm used to the cold anyway.

Look at this morose mother fucker right here....

I don't know if it's the rain or what but I've been in just a bad sorta mood the last couple days. I mean, it's not like anything great has happened to make me happy, but usually I'm pretty chipper for no reason whatsoever. I don't like the change, it's getting old for me; as I'm sure it's getting old for my friends, too. So if I'm being annoyed, don't take it personally, just smack me or pinch my ass or massage my nipples until I'm happy again. I was actually pretty happy last night when I was walking, I must say. The weather was just perfect, it was my favorite time: night, and I like to walk. It was warm, I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and I wasn't even slightly chilly, and it was just a nice walking experience altogether. And hey-- my mom didn't even call me and make me come home because it was 2 in the morning! So could life get any better? I submit that it could not!

Don't Worry

The past week or so has been up and down, just a blur at times, but I'm just gonna try to recount the events. Last weekend was quite an interesting one, starting with Friday, when after a huge argument.. more of a full blown brawl I guess... it was decided that Renea was moving out of Dave's house. So Saturday, I went to see Straylight Run and the Spill Canvas at the Trocadero. It was an early show, it started at noon, so we were back early so I could help Dave and Cory move Renea's stuff back to her house. That took most of the night, then we came back and hung out and talked about stuff. Sunday we played Football during the day, it wasn't as good as last time, only because we only had 7 people this time. We played poker Tuesday night, tournament style at Dave's this time. Same outcome as last time for me, I broke even. Wednesday I went to Maureens and caught up on the Sopranos I missed Sunday and we watched Lost. Then I rushed back to Dave's to play poker again, but when I got there everyone had cancelled, so we ended up watching Harold and Kumar. Thursday night was casino night. James, Cory, Jen, Dave and I went, starting with Hooters of course, then going on to roulette where I was up and down, but ended up staying down $50. Unfortunately you have to go expecting to lose money or you'll be really let down.
Last night was something. I had a good day at work yesterday, then we went Happy Hour for work at Double D's. We had some drinks.. quite a few actually, played some pool and lost at that, talked on the phone and argued with each other a little bit. Then we came back to Dave's and watched the Flyers game and argued some more, not maliciously, just somewhat unendingly. We were trying to figure out what's going on with the house. Jaime's definitely moving out. It seems that I'll be moving into Jaime's room and either Diana or Luke will be moving in to the other room. But I don't know anything yet. Either way I have to wait for Jaime to vacate the room. So after that I walked home, and once I got home I went out and took another walk, it was too nice outside to be staying in. Then I came home and couldn't really sleep, but apparantly eventually I got to sleep cuz I woke up at 11 and had breakfast and watched Lost. Now it's rainy out and my car is at Dave's so I'm not sure what's going on.

Be Happy.