Deja Vou All Over Again

You know, I used to have dreams before about stuff that happened...and then it actually did. Some of you might know this as deja vou. I don't know if its ever happened to you before, but I think its pretty cool when it does happen. Its funny, cause when I was a kid and I would have deja vou I thought I was a psychic or something. You know when you're having deja vou because you get a sudden impulse in your brain that this has happened before. But what is it when a certain event happens again, exactly the same, but intentional. I don't think that's deja vou, I think its just a coincidence. Like last night, we had pork chops, pasta salad, potato salad, and some biscuits for supper. While eating supper, we were watching American Casino on the Discovery Channel. Normal supper as usual. My grandpa was over too. Tonight we had the same thing, at the same time, and American Casino, the same episode I might add, was on. And my grandpa came over. I just thought it was kind of weird. It was sort of like deja vou, some of the same bits of conversation where said. But hey, just thought I'd get that off my chest. Speaking of things to get of my chest, I think I'm beginning to like Whitney. I feel like I shouldn't be writing that on here though, in case she reads it. I don't want her to find out I like her by reading it on the internet. I want to tell her to her face. I wanted to tell someone though, something. Its been buggin the crap out of me. Thats how my feelings work though. If I have any sort of emotion, I can't keep it in. I have to express it somehow, and it usualy comes out in the form of writing. So if you happen to read this before I tell you Whitney, sorry that I was such a chicken shit and didn't tell you sooner. *WHEW*. A burden has been lifted. Changing gears here, I've got more random thoughts for ya'll. Hey, when you have the Saturday all to yourself, what else is there to do than just...think. I'll leave you with that. I walk away with a sigh of relief and a glimmer of joy. I think I can sleep easy tonight. Sweet dreams.

OK, I admit it. I actually like Huey Lewis and The News. Sue me!!

I don’t really pay much attention to politics. I would register to vote in a heartbeat though if they gave away free cup cakes for a year to everyone that registered. Cup cakes are delicious.

I think the new M&M color sucks. Why did we need another color anyway? They all taste the same, and it just doesn’t look right in a bowl when you add pastels. I went to the M&M store in Las Vegas and they had gray ones. Some little kid barfed all over the M&M display. Everybody just looked around disgusted. So, I got the hell out of there and moved onto the Coca Cola store. I did see gray M&Ms though.

I can only come up with a few flaws in the design of the human body, but, the biggest problem is that we have nowhere to put a ball point pen. If we just had a little pouch, just under the shoulder to keep it we would always have something to write with.

There was this kid I knew when I was growing up. He could turn his eyelids inside out, fart on demand, burp most of the alphabet, and he once dented a locker with his forehead. I wonder if he ever found an outlet for his many talents. He was good.

I once changed a grade on my report card from school with a typewriter so I wouldn’t get in trouble and miss a movie I really wanted to see. I wish I could have seen the future, because I really would have rather been grounded that see the movie after all. It was a piece of shit, and I still have a mark against me for the lie.

The stupidest things I ever did in my life: Once my brother took the blame for dropping a jar of jelly onto a cake my mother had made for a party, when, after all, it was me that ruined the cake. My mom was pretty bent out of shape, but I thought my brother to be such a hero. 10 minutes later, my brother pissed me off and to get even with him, I went and admitted that I had ruined my mothers prized dessert. It took me a few days to realize what a dumb ass I was, but I eventually figured it out and swore to always blame everything on someone else, whenever I get the chance.

If money did grow on trees, I would have been a Lumber Jack…for about a week and a half.

I once broke a promise to myself and have never gotten over it. I just can’t trust me with anything anymore. Not even with the smallest things. This is some serious resentment I have built up towards myself, but it does help to talk about it.

I wonder why pizza is so fucking delicious?