I Will Bare Knuckle Box Cancer

BRING IT ON!!! I WILL BARE KNUCKLE BOX CANCER IN A CAGE OF FIRE THATS IS SURROUNDED BY MAN EATING BEARS!!! Don't be alarmed anyone, I don't have cancer so don't get the wrong impression of this. This is just one of the many tangents that Dan went on about his immense hatred for Trent Yeoman. I could call him Mr. Yeoman, but why should I hes not my teacher anymore...nor will he ever be again. I think we may have finallt found an inside joke that can never be killed by anyone who steals it, i.e.: your mom, your face, and thats what she said. Count it.

So the past couple of days have been pretty uneventful for me. Haven't really done much, then again how much can one do when they don't have any means of transportation. Thursday Ryan came over for a little bit. I wanted to go to Best Buy, but his ass ended up playing a pirate game I had on my computer for roughly 4 hours. How can you play a video game for that long? I don't understand. For about an hour I just went and layed in the hammock, pondering life and its great mysteries. Then before I started to actually think about them I stopped myself, wouldn't want my head to explode or anything. Thats a bitch to clean up. So I just focused my thoughts onto my life and what I can do to make it better. I keep looking at it and it is the same as usual. 1: Girlfriend 2: New Job 3: Erm...Profit? yea we'll go with that, that sounds promising. I tried to think of one of those crazy get rich schemes, but I figured if I did that only bad things would happen. Sure I might make a lot of money, but I could also risk getting arrested, getting mobbed, or getting an STD. Those aren't fun. Sure it would make for good stories, but is that really worth a 24/7 mild rash on your crotch? Hmmmm.

Eventually Ryan and I did go to Best Buy and we bought some CDs. I bought some artists that I have never heard of before in my life. Armor for Sleep and Shout Out Louds. I have to say that I am very into both of these albums. I pride myself on finding random music that no one has ever heard of before in their lives. This way when someone asks who I'm listening to, and they like it, I can open their eyes to a brand new experience. Ryan attempted to do the same thing, he bought the Kaiser Chiefs and some band called Stephen Kellogg and The Sixers. I have heard of the Kaiser Chiefs before, but that other band was something short of crap. All the songs sounded exactly the same to me, I don't know what it was, I just wasn't feeling the cereal guys. They should stick to Special K.

My hair is starting to get long and curly. I've seen pictures of me as a baby when it was that way, and I got to thinking, if girls thought I was cute as a baby what if I tried to look that way today. Its the most retarded idea ever, but what have I got to lose? Plus, now when I wear a bandana or a beanie my hair frills out of the back all crazy like. I always wanted my hair to do that for some reason. Along with longer hair, I also haven't gotten a tattoo or my ear pierced yet. I can do the ear, but I want to wait for the tattoo. You can't swim for 30 days after getting a tattoo done, and I need the pool like Trent Yeoman needs some Right Guard. That man pits out like a mother.

After our excavation at Best Buy, we went to go play pool with Dan, Matt, John, Whitney, and Brian. It was a good time as usual, I was pulling off some freakin insane shots. I don't understand how I work at billiards. One minute I suck major ass and the next I can drain 3 balls with one shot (thats what she said). It was your average night of pool playing and such. Dan, Ryan, and I went back to Ryan's to play a rousing game of Monopoly and listen to Ted Leo. I don't know what it was, but I just wasn't feelin the Monopoly game that we had goin on. Usually we do a pretty good job at not getting bored, but man did I get bored. I just said that I was tired of playing and they agreed. It worked out for the best. Before I left, I stole about 20 of Ryan's CDs and 10 of Dan's to rip onto my computer so I could burn them. I stayed up all night ripping and burning music. That was fun. My label maker ran out of labels so I went to go shop around for some refills. I went to 7 places, and not a single place had the kind I needed. I just said screw it and forked over $13 to buy a new label maker. It works like a charm, and I actually know where to get cartridges for this one.

I haven't talked to some of my closest friends in a while, in a face to face conversation. I haven't talked to Whitney, Chelsea, or Theresa. That makes me kind of sad. I should call all of them tonight and see what they are up to. I also need to get a car so I can go roam coffee houses and what not so I can meet a laday that has my type of personality. I apologize again for going back into the whole love life, but I have to say it to something. I just want to find someone who likes me for who I am and is willing to at least give me a chance. Thats all I ask. I want a hand to hold, a friend to hug, and a love to kiss. Is that so much? Another thing, why do guys always have to ask a girl out? We all know that guys are retards and wont take a risk with women. Maybe I'm speaking for myself, but I've seen girls ask guys out in movies, so why can't it happen in reality? I've always been the one that had to tell a girl how I feel about her, never once has a girl come up to my face and said "I care about you a lot/you mean so much to me/I like you more than a friend/I think I love you" Its seemed to have happened to a lot of people I know, did my turn get skipped or something. I feel like I'm at one of those diners where you have to take a number for your meal. The only people in there are you and 1 other guy. He is #3. I have the #792. They call off every number twice until they get to #792. Kinda like that. But what can you do? Peace, love, and a toothy smile.