I swear that this weekend is sounding crappier and crappier the more I think about it. Apparently it's a two-pronged attack by my neighbors up at our cottage to give me a challenging weekend. One neighbor wants me to help remove docks. The other neighbor's daughter is bring up 10 college friends from MSU. Yes, ten. And my grandmother thinks this is a good things because, and I quote "There will be chicks there." Oh good, that's a real selling point for someone that hasn't had any social interaction in a month or two. Also, am I a simpleton enough to think that mentioning girls at a party will make me run to my cottage like the Road Runner on crack? No, it doesn't. Don't get me wrong, I'm straight, but I'm not a jerk.

Other than that, as you can probably guess, nothing new has been going on. I've been really envious of all my college friends. Moving in to a dorm, away from parents, away from dumb rules, sounds nice. Too bad I have no idea when that starts for me.


By the way, if you didn't get the reference in my title, here you go:


Oh yeah, also, I hate waiting for my grandfather to finish lunch so that I may go to the store to get me something to drink and eat and maybe look around. I'm using heavy metal to keep him awake.

So, lets sum up what has gone on with me as of recent:

ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!

Oh wait, yeah. Most of my friends have left town and gone back to college. This pretty much leaves Alex, Danielle, Normal and Austin. Four friends. Yikes.

Kelly visits every once in a while. But let's be dead honest and in no offense to her. I feel like she really doesn't want anything to do with me when she is out of town which is 95% of the time. In town isn't really any better. Only it's now only if she is bored, she'll hang out with me. During that time, she makes me feel dumb by becoming confused when I am talking about something I know about, she doesn't and says I'm the confusing one.

August 20th. Sorry, just looked at the calendar. I have 4 months and 12 days of the continuous caretaking left and then I am free.

I have been thinking about that freedom lately. What would I do when it came down to the minute I woke up on New Years Day when the cold winds awaken me. It would feel like I am a complete person. I think you might be confused on this:

Everyday since my grandfather returned has been a slow living.  Wake up, slump onto the internet, cook lunch, chores, more internet things to do, grandma comes home and I usually cook then to. After that, I retreat to the lower portions of the house. A place where friends can come out and hang but I don't know what we do. On the other hand, when I feel like going out with someone (usually doesn't happen with Kelly} But I get asked a good ammount of questions.

Seriously, The last time I went out to see Normal and ....Mike? Down at the Co-op(This is a competely different rant in itself). I needed to show G-Ma the stupid map, who's all going, where we are all going, it's just odd.    But back when I was meeting up with Alex/Holly/Gavin/Nicki to go to greek feet. There really wasn't much to explain to grandma and I got a thumbs up.

Greek Fest Day. Great day. I need to hang out with Holly......d'oh! How about Gavin and Nicki? Nope, crap. Well, there is still Alex and she has cool friends that I want to meet. 

As for my other group, well, Kelly and I showed up at this Co-Op and all they really want to do was talk about anime games that I had no idea about, weird board games, weird joke humor.

And see, both great, I prefer a group like the one on Greek Fest..

But see, I guess I was mentioning the fact that when I try to hang out with people that I get asked questions by the grandparents. Plus the fear of "what if" statements she juts into my skull. What if something happens to me? What if grandpa falls? Etc etc. It's just very bothersome and whatnot. So I gave that up about six months ago, and actually, further back before that as well because I had a brief taste of freedom.

As for friends, well, I'd like to talk to you and I like talking with you. But my main problem is that if I were to talk to you under by current condition, I would be sort of scared since I haven't had any social interaction in a while with you guys and wouldn't want to slip up. It feels weird. I want to talk with you guys, and at the same time, I don't want to be awkward or anything.

I guess the only way to reinstall  AIM and just leave it on all the time that I am on.

I was going to post something here, but most of the entry was just random crap so instead, I just want to say. Two of my friends are dating each other and I learn that yesterday, tried to talk with Bryan, but he brought it up again. Okay, it's it okay if I slightly feel rubbed the wrong way when couples state the obvious to people, especially someone like me. "Hey dude! Dude! We're dating!" "Uh, yeah, I know, i get it, got it the twentieth time that you said it." "We're going to go make out now."

Okay, just a note, I know normal couples or any couple really says "We're going to go make out now" and then leave. But that's what it feels like when i hung out with those two, or other couples that like to wear their relationship on their sleeves. Make outs, no. groping, no. Kissing, fine, smooch, fine. Seductive whispering around the single guy that hears like a hawk. Um, no! Don't do that.

Anyways, I think the sleeeeeepy pill has kicked in.

I'm going to keep this short since I am a bit buzzed off of this Pina Coloda and want to get some sleep.

I hate it how my grandparents (or people, in general) want me to do things at the drop of a hat and be okay with it. For example, this evening I went to my uncle's birthday party. They were drinking and i didn't have any because i had to drive home. Oh well. Anyways, I get home and I grab a pina coloda which is pretty good but seemingly tastes like lotion. No, I don't know how lotion tastes but if you have smelt something, it tastes similar to how it smells. Anyways, my grandmother asks me after I'm halfway through ONE bottle to run up and buy some milk with my own money and pay the bill up at Wal-Mart at 11:00PM. I told her I probably shouldn't if she thought i was too buzzed to go up there. I told her I was fine. Hell, she couldn't even tell that I was having one but said NO. That frustrated me simply because she said "Geez." when i mentioned that I had something to drink yet she was shopping at Wal-Mart on Friday after a raspberry martini and something else looking pretty shitfaced.

To add insult to injury, I received full blame for the bill being late because of that whole event. Yes, I am the sole reason for why the bill wasn't found until the last minute, why the check wasn't written at the last minute and why this bill wasn't being turned in until the day it was do. By the way, did i mention that the checking account and the bill account isn't EVEN IN MY FUCKING NAME? Well, now you know.

Oh yes, I make the perfect scapegoat for when you don't want to take personal responsibility or when you don't want to blame a person because it would tarnish that person in your eyes.

Oh, for example, my friend Bryan who is fucking obsessed with his ex-girlfriend. The only mistake I made was telling him that I walk by her house everyday because it makes my walk a complete mile. Him constantly asking if I talked to her on my walk. His ex-girlfriend is also my close friend of 5 years, Tracey. So I was talking to Jaime about it and she said "He only talks about her because you talk about her." to which I gave her a reality check because she didn't want to believe that Bryan was the instigator in his own sadness and ultimately not loving anyone else. I told her "To hell I do, he starts his conversations with 'Did you go on your walk and did you talk with her?'."

By the way, is it bad that I want to hold onto my money when I've had to buy things for my grandmother like groceries and whatnot. Or that I loaned her $30 so she could enjoy a day at South Haven with her friends talking about scrapbook crap and have a nice lunch?

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P.S. I guess life truly isn't fair after all. The nice ones always get screwed over.

So, let's just get on with the show.

Last night I was invited to go see Harry Potter with Bryan and Jaime. I was really excited since Bryan is sort of a funny guy who sometimes upstages my best jokes and Jaime, well, I still have slight feelings for. So I thought, hey, what could go wrong? Apparently I couldn't see this one coming.

Okay, so I meet up with Jaime and Bryan at Wal-mart, who had apparently been smoking before I met them last night. What Jaime had told me was some sort of marijuana or something. In actuality, I learned later that they were cherry scented cigarettes. Not like I would have been able to tell. I don't smoke. Maybe I'll smoke one someday, but not today.

Anyways, we get back to Bryan's house after that and I get to meet his mom and her boyfriend. That was pretty cool, she actually told me that I was the youngest looking out of the three, only to be surprised when I told her I was 21. Anyways, I went inside, enjoyed a popsicle and Bryan was bored so he went downstairs and so did Jaime and decided to have a jam session. Now, when I mean jam session, I mean that they were playing good music on the stereo but only trying to mimic it....poorly. How bad? Well, Bryan was trying to mimic the guitar solos with a bass guitar. Sounded bad. Then was trying vocals, also bad.

Afterwards, Jaime jumped on the computer and Bryan came over and they started to ask me to go upstairs and close the door. They were having an argument. 5 minutes later, by my lonesome, I journeyed back downstairs. After talking for a few minutes, they went into his bedroom and had another argument. This time for about 15 minutes. So I sat there, a total of 20 minutes hearing bickering.

After them coming back, Bryan freaks out at the discovery of his mom and her boyfriend having sex in the room right above us with very squeaky floor boards. So much so that he went upstairs, pounding on the door trying to get them to knock it off. Then decided to ram his guitar to the ceiling to interupt them. A little overreaction to just sex.

Kiddish, really.

Afterwards, we go and see the movie. Bryan blew his money on concessions and had asked me to pay for taco bell afterwards, to which i responded "Hell no." The asshole that I am, when I finally get money, everyone wants a piece. What's up with that?

Afterwards, we head back and I get tormented by the cherry scented cigarettes. Also got into an argument with Bryan over directions. Seriously, I'm not stupid, I know how to get back if you showed me the way before. Actually, I was told three different ones. He sent me one way that would take me to Richland. But that was out of the way, his "Fast way."

Anywho, I get home and he's on IM and we are talking about Tracey, his ex-gf. Personally, I like Tracey as a friend. She's been one of my longest friends and let me just say "That boy.....is obsessed over a girl that will never love him back." But one detail I skipped out on is that Bryan and Jaime had been flirting, hugging and kissing all night, which made me feel quite sad. Probably since I have been single for 3 years now.

Anyways, I told him that I had a solution for his Tracey problem. Find a new girl. Sure it sounds rude, but if you break up with someone and they don't love you back. MOVE THE FUCK ON. To which he said "I can't, I still love her." Afterwards, I asked "Well, what about Jaime?" A response. "I don't know."

Okay, how the hell don't you know? It's so damn odd. You have this girl that is infatuated with you, kissing you, hugging you, flirting with you, a girl you have a shot with and you are stuck on your ex that won't love you. Not only that, but said infatuated girl was pissed off at you because you told another girl you like her. Except you got out of it because she believed your excuse of being half asleep and forgetting the d in liked. Sure.

Grrr, this is why I don't like love. The dumb guys seem to get all the damn luck.

I have come to a general understanding in my head that a good number of people are "pants on head" retarded. For example, the construction crew working on the roads around here. Took me 45 minutes to make a 15 minute trip to my uncle's yesterday. You would think that if someone were, oh, say, REPAVING THE ROADS, that there would be a sign that says "Don't drive here" or "Road closed" but instead, no warning.

Not only that, but the construction worker directing traffic was directing them to drive on the wrong side of the road with no signs telling oncoming traffic this. I wish I had a sign that had said "Well, fuck this."

Other than that, had $90 dollars. I say had because now I only have $1. About $45 of that went towards gas, $25 went to feed myself because of no food in the house. $10 actually went towards something for me, since i haven't bought myself anything in about 6 months or so.

I can't help that I get paid jackshit for the work I do. I could quit, but see, my family has a funny way of turning people into looking like assholes if you don't bow to their whim. It's pretty much worked me into a machine that works for cheap. Just like how my uncle promises me that he will pay me a certain amount only to cut it at the last moment because "Apparently the economy is bad" yet he can afford to eat out at restaurants and crap like that. Paid $30 to watch animals, feed them, walk the dog, keep them company a bit, twice a day for three days. Guess how much went into my gas tank? All of it. So not only did I not get a lick of money from doing the job, but my wrists hurt from the dog pulling me on the walk and not being able to hang out with friends because of it.

Homelife sucks as well. Can't go out to see friends as often as I want to because my free time is when they are setting their heads to bed. My grandmother is supposed to be taking over my duties during the evening so that she can learn what to do when I'm off doing a job or college classes. Except for instead of learning, she's calling my name to help my grandfather. Fucking A. So I've had freedom for about a half an hour.

Oh, just to give you an idea of how long I've been without seeing one of MY friends. I went out and bought pop, stopped at the Speedway on G and Gull for their cheap 20 oz pops. Saw Holly for 1 minute. Then left. The last time I saw my friends was whenever Greekfest was. Assuming it was 3-4 weeks ago. It's not that I don't have a lot of friends. I have enough that I can't count them on my hands and feet alone. It's that I have a non-paid responsibility that is like a jail.

Shoot me now. Please?

P.S. This will not end until January of next year. For sanity's sake, I hope I don't go crazy by then.

I'm not sure how to sum this up. I didn't get the haircut I wanted. I only slept for 3 hours last night. My icon really looks like me at the moment. Bags under the eyes but the brain is still functioning.

I need to find my microphone for my computer. I had an idea and it is a pretty good one if I can pull it off. While it's not original, I feel like it is the only way to voice my opinion without looking like an idiot in front of people. It's one of the flaws of knowing so many people on a medium like technology. Go to one site and too many people know you, go to another site and no one hears you. 

Anyways, enough of that. Dana's party is on Tuesday, Tracey's is on Friday. I probably won't see many people Tuesday, Jaime will be there, but I don't really care. At least it will give me someone to talk to....sort of. Tracey's party will have more people there but like most people, those people only see me as a joke dispenser. It gets annoying when people don't take me seriously and just want to hear a chuckle.

I want to see friends that I can be serious around and funny around. Kind of like two Saturdays ago. Friends like Holly, Flexie and Gavin. Those are fun friends and can hold a good discussion too. Granted I don't know much about guitars and some of the stuff we were talking about, but I'm sure if we all meet again that it shouldn't be too hard to jump in.

Now I am just rambling. It's time for bed.

I guess I'll start leaving little posts on here again.

Day went okay. I went to a friend's open house. It was quite boring. It was a party of a girl that I formerly had a crush on. She had a guy around her. He really lacks in wit, charm and intellect. I am not quite sure why I wanted to go out with her.

I'm still quite haunted by actions I took on Monday with another person. It wasn't anything bad but I can't stop thinking about it. All I can do is wait and hope it goes away.

I'm not quite sure if where to go next or if I should just drift. I'm not sure.

Sparks from the fire rise up to the sky
Higher and higher oh I want to fly
Out of the story this time I'll be free
Wake up for a moment from that dream of me

Just a legend cold words on a page
Lift up my eyes and I'm soaring away
On silver wings spread out to the sun
I'm leaving this city for the skies above.

O'er the ruins an ancient light
Never lost, never failing
Follow me on my path to the heights
Before the shadows fade into night

Running back but I'm out of time.
I could tell everything
Hear the words that fill my mind
How can I say she was mine

I'll post the song if someone wants.

Hello, i just wanted to say that I have had a very interesting week this week. I finally completed my work on getting my living space clean, it's almost like I have an apartment in my house. It's very nice. The only thing I would need is a fridge and a microwave and I'll be set. Never have to come upstairs again unless i need to talk to someone or for dinner.

Alright, also, my mom gave me the most awaited and treasured coffee creamer, Peppermint Mocha. This stuff is good and as i was driving home from their house today, i realized that you could probably sprinkle this on anything and it would make it good. My first test will be to try it on hot chocolate. Yum. Have coffee with me sometime.

On the geeky side of things, i am been doing chores around the family that is getting me money, or should be, so I will be back to my online game self. And i have alot of work/fun to have getting my level 21 paladin up to level 70 by Christmas. And what ever is left after that, is going to go do the achievements and what not till X-Mas.

On a productive note, college friends, mainly Flexie and Normal, I feel that gifts going to people are for only ones that want and not need. So with any of my leftover money, i feel like getting something sizable for everyone. Actually, a good idea would actually be that we get together and hang out. Maybe a Monoco bay hang out. If we can't do that, this city that lacks any sort of hangout, there is always "The Ranch" or "Old pennisula" Either way.

Next Productive Note: I am working on a bigger project. DEATH NOTE ABSTRACT. This is going to be a humourous take on the Death Note. I am assembling it by myself , unlike the other series i wanted to do, I have typed up Ep.1 for the most part, i need to refine them and then I will start writing the promos. Talked with Normal the other day on voice cast since she has read the manga. (remember kids, manga has tones that  set characters. Anyways, i haven't asker her for much, just a watchy eye. I have a voice actor in Lansing that could be some of the older characters. I am taking a few roles myself: Currently, i can do Light Yagami, L, and Ryuk down.

I'm effin tired, so cya later.

Alright, so I've been rather busy the past few days. Birthday, election, taking care of my grandfather. So much to do, so little time. So I decided that I'm going to tell some funny stories of what has happened recently. Or maybe you'll find my tales of frustration actually funny. Afterwards, I need to respond to a few emails, comments, and mainly contact Normal to tell her my schedule.

First story, I had to go get my license renewed because I get the nice shiny horizontal drivers license. Nice, I was standing in line on Monday behind this very obese man who could probably crush the lower half of my body if he fell backwards. Thank god he didn't, but the man could not stop farting. I swear, i needed a gas mask while I was standing in line. And really, all I did was stand in line until the lady at the desk told me that I couldn't get my license renewed because of a computer malfunction. So I had to come back some other day. When I went to the store that night, my mom and grandmother were yelling at me to go to the one on West Main, it's closer, even though I was out on SPRINKLE ROAD, where Westnedge is closer. I told them I had to go back to the Westnedge office because the girl there told me that the managers were going to be running the office on election day. They still insisted that I go up to West Main. 

Tuesday Morning arrived and I was hesistant to get out of bed, but then I remembered it was election day and I had to go vote. Well, I didn't have to, but wanted to. Anyways, I go and vote, you probably know who I voted for. But anyways, the church that i voted at offered free cookies and hot drinks. That's good treatment for voters. Anyways, I saw that they had spiced cider, a drink I hadn't had since i was ten years old. I mixed the drink, you could practically smell and taste the nostalgia for the good ol' days. So I decided to get into my car and as I was opening the door, with cookie in mouth and drink in hand, i spilled said nostalgic drink on my hand and thigh, OUCH!!!!! Anyways, time to head to West Main for my license.

As I was heading to the secretary of state's office, I didn't realize I could strip off clothing really fast when i was at a red light. I was over dressed, so from long Teeshirt and sweater, i changed into a plain t-shirt at one stop light, nice. Although I did get some strange looks from some other drivers and I just smiled at them, more like grinning. Anyways.

I get to the office and I am locked out. On the door, it says "Go to Westnedge Office." I was in this glass lobby where no one could hear me yell "SON OF  A BITCH!!!" but I did stop into the gamestop next door and found the timecards I was looking for, nice.

After I was done at Westnedge, I stopped into my favorite store, Waldenbooks. And I'd like to just state my three observations here:

1. The black haired, glasses wearing girl is always working when I got there, by coincidence. She is cute though.
2. It always smells like Sbarro's in there, ALWAYS!!!! No matter what time you go in there.
3. They probably have the best selection of Manga books outside of Fanfare. Nice.

Well, I'm a bit bored, more stories later.

Cat on my lap, I must say that I am okay for all you out there that are wondering where I went. Troublesome thing when you take care of your grandfather every hour of every day.

On the game front, I'm digging from the bins of the cheap seats to find the good games to play. No problem with that, there are always good games.

My license needs to be renewed on Nov.3 or else I drink naught on my birthday. And then I cannot go get it myself and someone else will have to take me.

Few more weeks till I get my laptop, whoo hoo.


I don't know what I am going to do with any of the other birthday money i'll get.

Please wish me a happy birthday next week wednesday, i might not be happy that day.

Seriously, I love live journal, do you know why? Easy, only three friends read it and they READ it, they actually pay attention. They all know how to read.

Recently I posted a rant on Facebook on the myths that Obama is a terrorist. It was almost like a mythbusters type thing. So after I read it, I did what they call "tagging" people in the blog so it sends them a notification. I wanted to bring it to people's attention the stupidity of other people out there.

I tagged almost most of my close political affliated and opinionated friends, plus Ben. :P

I also tagged three of my family members: my uncle, my aunt and my cousin. Same household. Seriously, they responded as "Oh, I never said that about Obama" or "I have never judged Obama." Um, I never said that in my rant. I said "If you are wondering why I tagged you in this blog, I thought it was something that might interest you."

They should've realized that when I tagged some of my liberal friends like Flexie (I think you are liberal, definately not conservative, thank god) and Kelly, a libertarian. Then again, the three members of my family that I tagged are all conservatives, something I once was. But now I'm a moderate.

Seriously, did they not read what I said? Come on!

Seriously. This music is so good. I have the best taste in music, I swear. Albeit that it is a very mixed taste in music, it has the best of almost every world. Marilyn Manson to Frank Sinatra, Def Leppard to Black Eyed Peas, Duran Duran to Billy Idol. It is a very interesting mix.

Only one thing. My uncle, with his new found faith, god bless him, has a problem with almost all the bands on my list. He used to listen to them, so i know that I can't just say "No, it's not bad." Well, some songs mention sex, drugs, violence maybe, some don't make sense like "Bohemian Rhapsody" but I'm sure he could find something wrong with it.....oh wait, the lead singer of Queen was gay, yup.

I was told by him that if I am a fan of this church we attend, don't know why, that I need to stop swearing in my rants on facebook.

So that makes me want to do a rant on why people swear.

On the other hand of this mixed up spectrum, my other uncle, the less nice one, as I call him, flipped out on me today. One of the cats made a mess today, so he comes down stairs saying "Whoa!" and I said "Yeah, i know, it smells bad." He comes at me yelling "You know, I'm getting really tired of your mouth." At this moment, I was confused. So I said something like 'Wait, what? I was just telling you that I already know that it smells bad." He yells, about 4 inches from me, "No, my mustache had an itch." Now i'm sitting here saying "What the flying fuck?" Who says whoa, when their mustache itches.

'My mustache, it made me say "Whoa".' Right. Furthermore, I was helping my grandmother think up of snack time foods for my cousin to take in that was compact and rainbow colored. So I said "Fruit Roll-up, Rainbow Twizzlers, Rainbow Cookies." And my uncle said "This school doesn't except candy for snacks." To which i said "Well if it was a normal school, it would be fine." Uncle: "This is a normal school. They just try to teach kids not to be fat." Okay real genius moment there, what good is the school going to do talking health when you fucking buy your daughter McDonalds every night, hmmmm? Plus, I'm more fit than he is, yet he claims he's more healthy. Um, last time I check, i'm the most fit person in our whole family and I enjoy Skittles, Pizza and chicken.

Speaking of which, I had a real Spider-man moment this morning. I woke up, went to the shower, took off my shirt, and looked in the mirror. My first thought looking at myself. "My god, I'm lean and fit, when did this happen?" Apparently all your really do need is exercise. I did cut back on food though. I don't really take seconds anymore.

You know, if this junk food is bad for me, and someday will kill me, at least I'll look damn good.

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P.S. Friday, homecoming game, anybody want to hang out at or after?

P.P.S. Remember kids, it's not dieting thats the key to losing weight, it's a balance of food and exercise.

P.P.P.S. I haven't gone this far in a while. Ooooh la la. Anyways, yeah.

Have you ever sat there and heard something so stupid that you want to comment on something, sound like an asshole and just don't care? I have finally heard one of those tonight. Someone said:

"We are getting a cruise compliments of the US Army, for once they are doing something amazing."

I'm sorry, what? FINALLY? You mean they have never done anything......ever....to be amazing? You know, like protect and serve? Oh fuck no, that's not amazing, but when they give you a week cruise, then it's FINALLY THEY DID SOMETHING AMAZING. Geez. I might just go back and tell this girl a thing or two. Really. I mean, being that I have a family member that recently died that was on the frontlines in WW2, it's sort of insulting to hear that "FINALLY, THEY DID SOMETHING AMAZING."

God, I am so close to pressing the submit button. I feel like being an asshole. And there we go, I am slowly taking one more step away from being the nice guy stereotype. I called her out on her stupid words.

I'm sorry, but it really pisses me off when you say "For once, they are doing something amazing" when they have done stuff far better than giving you a fucking cruise. Freeing a country. Fighting World Wars. Protecting our freedom. No, those were less amazing then your fucking cruise. Jesus fucking christ.

Breathe in and breathe out. I'm going to try to go to bed.

LATER

P.S. I really thought I was going to type something cool in this entry about how life is going, but then someone has to go and piss me off. Nice going.

P.P.S. I need to be even more bold, i'm not quite there yet.

Seriously, last night I had my window cracked open just a bit so that I could breathe easier with this cold. I was huddled in four blankets, so I was in a cocoon of blanket-ness? I slept for 14 hours because this cold just drains me of all my energy. I mean, I can still function, I just can't put out as much energy as usual.

But why is it so freakin' cold? And where the hell are those Indian Summers people keep predicting, I want warmth damnit.

My feet are also freezing as well, even with socks on. My grandmother says that my great-grandfather had the same problem where no matter how many socks he put on his feet, they were always cold.

Ugh. Oh yeah, parents don't want to buy me any meds for me to have an easy time off of this Cold. I kinda blame them for me having this cold in the first place.

Well, I have nothing better to say really.

LATER

Okay, so I have learned something this weekend. No matter how many Mountain Dews you have, if you have a cold, you'll still be really fucking tired. But then you are tired and restless. It's like being hyper with your eyes closed. Hmmm. Not only that, but I have the sneezing spells from hell. Like i'll sneeze 3-4 times in a row and then pull a muscle. If i'm lucky, i don't.

I packed my bag for the weekend full of sketch book stuff and just books in general, so i was lugging around a very heavy bag to my cabin, fun fun. *Ach-oo*

Anyways, this will probably set back my job hunting for a few days, I suppose this gives me time to refine my resume. Wow, that time I sneezed, i blew off my headphones. Ack.

So anyways, I've been watching various videos and such to pass the time. And really, I don't know how to make myself feel any better, I have no medicine.

So which is better: Hot Chocolate or Hot Cider when you have a cold?

LATER

P.S. Anybody who gets me some powdered spiced cider mix will be a god/goddess in my eyes.

No, not really, but I had a really strange dream where Presidential Nominee Barack Obama and his wife were in my dream. And I made John McCain and Barack Obama do something together for some ungodly unknown reason and then while Obama was leaving, i was asking who's the parents of their strangely colored baby because I know it was, like, asain. And then his wife started bitching at me saying "Ours of course" and started to bitch me out even more to where I called her a bitch and then Obama ran after me attempting to kick my ass been then I held him down and explained how his wife had a child outside of their marriage and it became a national scandal and I was celebrated as a hero by the republicans (which I didn't want) and I was hated by the democrats (which I also didn't want) so really, I have no idea what that dream fucking means.

But I know this all stems from me not knowing who I'm going to vote for. I do know that my mind is starting to be made up.

Oh well, weird dreams, I'll be out for the weekend up to the apple festival golf tournaments and BBQ Ribsfest. Yeah.

Till the apple festival. a.k.a. Applefest Golfing Tournament, BBQ Ribs tournament feat. the Kansas City Barbacuers.

Yeah, this is going to fun filled.  Man, I can barely write because I'm zonked out. I didn't sleep well because of coldness.

So, that ribfest thing, I wanna have ribs damnit. My mom won't split a plate with me. Thought we could get ribs without having to pay for two plates. Damn. See, this is why i wouldn't mind having a girlfriend. I don't think there would be any problem splitting a plate of ribs

And damnit, it's been a week since i couldn't starve off my crave for cider.

You know what would be a kickass Friday Night ? Where we all fucking get apple cidar and have a damn bonfire. Talk, joke, drink cidar, fuck yeah. Fun fun.

LATER

My mind, it cannot focus. My sister starts PAC tomorrow, wow. I wonder what results from there.