A Guide

So when you start asking people things like

Or asking that to the mirror, you know you have a common ailment. What is that ailment?I dont know. haha. on the other hand, when you feel like you've got a burden on ur shoulders you cant see to shake, that is a real ailment.the ailment of not being able to let go.So today , I decided, I will help with that ailment.So here's a guide.

Or

Get a sport.

Thus I conclude.

Yes.I am very free.Dont ask.

P.s.Keenan.I use a mouse.haha

A Dinosaur Of A Ratinomosaurous

I was gonna blog.Then I got lazy. Crud.

Lock me in a skatepark,away from this world.
And let my mind rest, and my board beneath my feet, twirl
For when distractions and facts and pain are abound,
Alone in the skatepark, comforting, is a skateboard's resonating sound.

I need a job, faster growing hair, and a plane to drag Tabatha's arse back here. And a chocolate bunny, and a mustang, and a hotdog bun, and a... you get the picture.

Picture Of the day:bring love back to the world

Song on itune: Nada

Random thought: Is it just me, or does my mind sound like a dryer.

Thanks for the tags:

Ben: I think so too.Muhaha.Emo kid.

Glenn: all in good time:) next week la

Tabatha: Great quote. YOU SPAMMER:P

Lieadn: Is that jumble for Daniel? and if weird names make them happy, then so be it la.haha

Naz: haha.SERIOUS ok! i had to take time to come up with something and i couldnt blog till i got it. Quality control dept didnt let me.haha

Tabatha: Maxi Priest? Maybe. Maybe. and yeah. you and me. Like hobbits to a shire. gettit? hobbits? shire? Muhaha.

Andrea: Hey! I think I'll pass on the church thing.haha..I dont really like it? Its tooo..confined.. for me.haha

Shout Out

Let's take a ride to sutherland.

Just you and me.

Smack My Mac And Call Me Jack

So..123 posts for this, 23 post for my last blog. I have 1 more then the last blog.gettit? 123? 23? 1? heh.

Anyway, I haven't blogged in abit, cause I got stuck with a one liner I was given. Drats, rats and chimichanga bats.I got it in the end, but its not my best. Oh well, ya know what would be good right now? school. school and its multitude of distractions on a daily basis would be a jolly good thing. And my knees are peeling.ew. SOooo, today I will talk about order. order is..a relative term. a very abstract one too, depending on what you talk about. For example, Chaos.Now you wouldn't expect something as messy as chaos to have order.But imagine I got imbued with mind blowing power, had some artifact of insane hamster power and an army of siths at my beck and call and decided, " Hey, I wanna cause chaos somewhere" then that is where the ORDER in chaos begins. Cause first I must find a country, then commence mass slaughter and massive property destruction. there is an order to things. for without mass slaughter and massive property destruction, there can be no chaos. Thus, in my conclusion, there is order in everything, except somethings (like this sentence) heh.

Picture of the day: Everybody hates "buttons"

Song on itune: Dosed

Random Thought: If i had an apple and you had a pear, and you took my pear, what would be left? Nothing. Because my stomach will morph into a black hole and bring forth the kangaroo of death.

Thanks For The Tags:

Glenn: Why thank you:)

And you know who!: OK, i hate to burst your bubble, but I DONT KNOW WHO! are you nazz? Or andrea? heh

Rooshdee: No.I am obligated to give you a car and a mask and call you frank. yes?

Keenan: It was suppose to be till today, but it got cut short. WHYYYY?!?! WHYYY?!?! ok. melodramatics aside, Hiii.

Cookies and Cream: well, make more baked pasta then.haha

And you know who!: THANKS AH.haha

Mark...: Aiyer. see? I told you..which country is it?

Rev: Its ok, make another one:) haha..well..are you saying I'm boring? --.-- See my squint.fear my squint.

Tabatha: heh. Shweet.Are you implying you're my world?:P Oh. and I owe you something.


Would you swim 3300 miles to see someone? I would.

Bye DAWN!

Roar Be My Name

SO its raining again. and i'm stuffing my face again.Joy.

We all have at some point in our lives, and this I can be certain, wondered who we are. What defines us, and then we go on this quest, this crusade of alot of self-searching and time wasting, before we finally go back to the way we once were, and then decide," heck, we can't find it yet" Which is, if you look at that statement alone, really laugh-able.Its like how all of us have this one friend, whom even if a joke pranced nude in front of him, he still wont know its a joke.So after that, I ask you, who are you? what is your identity? I think that question is really simple actually. you are who you are. definitions into standard stereotypes of today is not something one should strive for. you shouldnt strive (if you like computer weekly or something) to wear outlandishly cool clothes to try to steer away from the nerd cateogory, cause that will just steer you towards it. Ok, I prattle.What I mean is, people often try to hard to find themselves, or so they claim, but the moment they were born, they were them, there is no finding yourself, no fixed mold or group you are designated to slot yourself in.

I am a artist, I am a poet,

I am a boarder, I am a son,
I am a bookworm, I am a lover,

I am a whiny brat, That is me.
Who are you?

Picture of the day: Amber's One liner "The life we live is merely a heartbeat of the Universe." Abit abstract, cause its like a heartbeat, and one heartbeat is a life, and there are ups and downs, but go try seeing what you get.:)

Song on itune: Love Hurts

Random thought: Rain Rain go away, come again when george is gay.

Thanks For The Tags:

RooshDee: Heh..Thats my threat to YOUUU. get your ownnnn..hahaha

Glenn: perhaps..But not if.....well.ok.i made a mistake..heh

Peanut Butter And Cookies: Say you , say me? haha.. and if you combined everything together, that would be a pretty rad poem.:P

Tpt: Wow indeed..muhahha..and the song be good yes?