it's not hard to lose, it's not easy to win

Ya know, I really can't get the hang of this "life" thing. I wish I could take a break from it for a while. Maybe just a couple days off. Try to clear my head.

And some other stuff... yeah.

But I do want to see Talladega Nights, the Ballad of Ricky Bobby... or however any of that's spelled. I really do need some sort of vacation away from anything and evrything. Time to just sit and think... or not think at all.

Sleep
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that thing you wish you had but willingly sacrifice for other things.

much more better

I'm a weird un-classifiable individual.
I play video & computer games but love the outdoors.
I wear my hair "emo" but wear "prep"-type clothes.
Actually, I have clothes that fit evry stereotype, and where them all.
(But nothing's better than a good pair of jeans and a button up long sleeve shirt)
I have a pouldron (armor for you shoulder) hanging in my closet.
I have a shelf "displaying" a bowling pin, Jones soda bottles, and daggers.
I need to have a place for evrything, but my room's a mess.
I still dabble with LEGOs from time to time.
I can't stand being late, but I procrastinate more than anyone evr.
My life's a mess, but somehow I manage to help others.
I want to be a landscaper and I love to play around with the Rubix cube.
I've felt alone alot in my life, but I have more people who love me than I could evr ask for.
I like fire.
And explosions.
I don't eat.
I hate to go to bed, but I hate to get out of bed. (but I think that's evry guy and/or teen)
I like music that's sweet/sappy-ish, but I like "disgruntled singer"-type music too.
I'm shy, but somehow charasmatic.
Some people say or have said I'm "hot." I'm sceptical of their observations.
Sometimes I get paranoid when I'm home alone.
I used to grab knives, but now I set the case with the 16 gauge open on my bed, and hang the bandolier (belt with 25 shotgun shells on it) on my desk chair.
I'm weird and I know it.

I'm really not sure how I got going on all of that; I just started and kept going. Who knows. I guess I'll stop. This must be the "I'm Me" post, chapter 1. ... or something. I need sleep bad. Stayed out late-ly last night and had to get up early and be at work at 8:00 to open. Fun. But it's my job. And I needed the extra hours and thus the extra $$. So I'm going to hit the sack now at an almost record setting 10:30-ish. I don't think I've gone to be this early in like, a year. Not sure, I don't actually keep track.

This is another pic of Mortimir (MorT). It's a really cool pic, despite the words "Screen Captured" plastered right in the center of it.

I hate being tired and not being able to sleep. Let's go try again.

don't think this is about you

I don't get people. I really don't. Well, I should say, I don't get some people. I wish, sometimes, that some people I know would decide they either like me or hate me, would either be my friend or my enemy, and stop trying to be both. The constant switch between friendliness and hostility gets really old after a while. I'd hope that those people would choose to be a friend instead of the alternative, but at least pick something, will ya?
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And I can't go an "I'm complaining about people" post without saying that I despise those people who "know" evrything and cannot be convinced that they're wrong even when they don't know what they're talking about. Those people who always try to tell you what to do 'cause they know what's best for evryone. The ones that want your attention on them whenever they can get it and are angry/upset/pouty when they don't get their way. I only say all of that 'cause I had a recent encounter with such a person.
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Ok. So there's some complaining done and out of the way. Evrything's still kinda hecktic though. I'll manage, I guess. It's well after 12:00 and I need to go to work tomorrow... even though I worked all day today: 10-3, 5-9ish. I thought about taking Justin's 5-9 for Friday, but decided against it.
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Stay cool, 'cause it's like, uber-mondo hot out there.

alabama hot pocket...?

Evrything's been really crazy the past week or so. Thing's are smoothing out and all, so that's good.

Well, last Fri/Sat Austin, Stephen, KP, and I went camping. Lot's of fun. Todd, David, and Seth went up the day before (Thurs) but got bored and came back. We didn't get up to Stella til like 5:00 or 6:00 or something like that. We pretty much just set up camp: put the tents up, rebuilt the fire pit, and got stuff in order. Then we pittled around shooting guns. We started with taking out weeds with the .22's. Actually, the first thing we did was pull out the 16 gauge and each pop off a round at the fallen tree's roots. I really love that gun. Anyway. That night we all got in my tent and chilled and talked. Saturday was rather slow. KP and Austin got up at something like 5:00; Kenneth to fish and Austin to watch the sun rise and pester cows. When the rest of us got up we decided it was time to make our dry-ice bombs. So we did. While waiting for the explosion, I pulled out the 16 and 12 and we proceeded to blast the crap out of a couple dead logs. There was a wasp nest on the roots of a fallen tree; only one wasp survived. It was great fun. The first dry ice bomb didn't go off after a while, so we shot it with a .22 to relieve the pressure and proceeded to make a new one. It was funny 'cause we sat down to eat after tossing it in the field, and while we were chattin and chowin, BOOM it goes off. We all jumped 'cause it sounded like someone shooting off a shotgun close to the camp. After a sec we realized what it was. The 16 or 12 ounce Mountain Dew bottle was reduced to shrapnel and the place where it rested was grassless and bare. That was cool. Later we did that again in the pond with a 20 ounce bottle. It was like a water mine going off and it sent a shockwave through the pond violent enough to 'cause the water to muddy up at the edge of the pond. Awesome cool stuff. But before that we shot skeet. That's alotta fun.

Well, I'm tired of typing right now. Maybe I'll find a cool picture or something to put up on here.

And evryone should try a white chocolate vanilla bean frappachino from Starbucks. mmm so good.