Hey, ladies, gents, whatever's in between. I've done nothing but neglect the ol blog this week, and with good reason. I've been feeling liket total crap. And that's not just your regular brand of crap, I mean complete and total crap. Like last night, I ate an entire deep dish pizza (you know the kind they were advertising on TV, by DiGiorno) and I made the mistake of getting just pepperoni. Topped off with Limade, needless to say, I felt like I was going to die the next morning, I know I sound like an old man but acid reflux is a real problem and it plagues people everyday. There's not much else to be said about that. And that's pretty much been my whole week. . .okay. As far as thought goes, I've not had many or any at all, though I've had some cool dreams. Like either last night or the night before that I dreamed I was a Jedi (yeah I know again) and I was just wreaking havoc, and then I had to go fight Darth Vader, and that was a totally awesome fight. I kicked his butt, him and his little AT-PT's. I was deflecting lasers and then I started fighting Darth, and Skyler was there, he was Padawan, and he was fighting droids. That was quite the dream. The cool part is that I was in complete black, and looked extremely Matrix like. That my friend, is what I call a dream. Oh yeah, I also bought another pair of shades, and two games. I got Metropolis Street Racer, and Space Channel Five. Both cool games deserving of my time and my money. Well maybe not my money, but definitely my time. Either way, I'm going to call it a day for the moment, cause I'm now rambling without much to say. Take it easy folks.

Must. . .never. . .eat. . .ribs. . .AGAIN!! I feel so sick. Hey people's who're reading this, its been quite the experience, really it was just quite the night. Oh what a night. . .I ate enough pork to be unclean by the Mosaic law for five weeks. Man, that was some good eating. My only hope is that it was all cooked good. Trichynosis is the last thing I need right now. . .or maybe that's what I need, they might pump my stomach then. And I could finally feel better. Breathe again and all that. Right. So I think I ate four racks of ribs, and I was going to break Kevin's record, but honestly, I'm glad I didn't. Kev's record was five, and I was on a roll until all that meat hit my stomach. Then, suddenly, common sense kicked in. And we all know what happens then. That's right, I stop thinking, and I go all primal. Not really, actually I just end up wishing I had something to stop me. Then Tremaine inspired me with the greatest saying ever, "Swallow your pride, not the pig!" And so I did. Believe it or not, pride was worse than the ribs. Speaking of which, I'm not even hungry today. I don't think I'll be hungry for the next three days. I gotta quit doing stuff like that this on days before I have to work. Anyway, that'll end Javann's thoughts for today. If you want something deep, check out some of the previous entries. October or September, both were good months actually. I'm going to go get something to drink, seeing how I can't eat anything just yet. Keep it real, riblets.

Don't you hate when you predict stuff, and then you're right? Nothing bothers me more than that. Because most of what I predict is someone using me, or even worse, me falling for something because I'm a total loser. Yeah, well that's negative self talk (to hear my communcations teacher tell it) and I engage in it quite a bit. I've always wondered how everyone else thought of themselves. How do you think of yourself? Is it always a happy and positive, or dark and negative? Are you hard on yourself, or do you think of yourself as being a great person? Me personally, I am extremely hard on myself, and I've continued to be that way, because truthfully, I'm not that great a person. I've got plenty of faults, and since I'm so close to them, they seem glaring and extreme. I'm sure from the surface I seem to be a normal person, but often when you scratch the surface of many things, you find things buried underneath, things that you don't want know, or see. With me, its as if i live underneath with those things, so I see them all the time, but I never see the surface, just like a fish living in polluted waters. I never see the ocean or what how it looks from above, but I can see how it looks from underneath, and I know its horrible. At least it looks that way to me. Oh well, I've done enough deep thought for one day, let me find something productive to do. . .

Stacking the deck. Hey, ladies and gents. Its another beautiful night, and I'm here, and apparently, you're here too. So what should we do? Lets discuss the weekend. There was football to be had, and video games. The football game was fun, I guess, but the truth of the matter is, it was fun till this morning. When I got up this morning I was more pain than should be legally allowed in these here United States. Man, I couldn't move for about five minutes when I got up, and I couldn't think for about five more minutes. My dad told me to do something involving my unwashed masses (my laundry on the floor) and I had no idea what he said to me. I was just going with the flow. And we all know how much I enjoy that right? Right. . .so that was the morning thoughts for me. Then my afternoon thoughts consisted of me not wanting to go to work, there is nothing less fun than having to go to work when you feel like someone's attacking your body constantly with a steel bat. Not a wood one mind you, a steel bat. And that my friend, is a pain like no other. Well, there are other pains like it, but it really does feel like no other pain that I've ever known. Maybe that's because I'm a big whiny baby, and I guess I need to catch some cheese to go with my whine right? Right. Either way, I feel pretty good right now, barring the pain in my back. But that's expected right? Right. How many times have I said right? I lost count. You too? Most excellent. Anyway, lets call this a day, I'm going to go somewhere I can sit up straight and watch TV. Actually I'm just going to bed. Later, ladies and gents. Oh yeah, Jon if you catch this, I'm still formulating the verse. Catch me later aight?

What's going on? This is yet another blog done from someone else's house. There's nothing better. This'll be short and sweet, but today was all about the football. I felt like crap when I got up, but I'm feeling mighty good right now. Mighty good. I gotta work tomorrow, so hopefully i'll be able to walk. Either way, I'm tired, and I want to play at some point, so I'm off to go do that. Take it easy, blog readers. Have a good weekend.