Aight then, I'm back and I'm feeling pretty good. I think. . .maybe I'm just a figment of my imagination. So what am I thinking right now? I'm thinking a lot of things. So here's the randomness of the thoughts. For one thing, I'm thinking about getting contacts, its not really a I want to look better thing, I don't think I can look any better (take that how you want to) but I am sick of glasses in general. I take them off at the first chances I get, and I only really wear them to drive, so the cops don't try to give me more ticket than I deserve. I really want contact lenses but they're like thirty a month. And if there's one rule that I have, its I don't spend that much money on looking good. Or I guess I should say what I consider luxury items. Maybe that would fall under cosmetics. Of course, its not like i don't have the money, I could afford contacts, but if my only reason is that i'm sick of glasses, then really that's not much of a reason, since contacts ain't really my idea of low maintenance. My second thought has to do with cleats. I kinda want to buy a pair. I have no money for them. Well, I don't want to spend the money on them. Can you see the theme that's developing here? I want (item here), but I don't want to pay (amount here). I guess that's just the way things roll. If anyone has a size 13 or 14 cleats that I can borrow for this weekend, feel free to let me know. I promise they'll come back smelling good (at least!) So the third thought of this elongating blog is my car. The car is getting kinda expensive, I've got a ton of stuff to do to it, like the door handle, the backlight, the brake hoses, the engine mounts, the oil changes. . .the money I'm making is going straight into the car. I really really really really really wish I had a better job, something where I don't have to lift heavy stuff. I'm not against hard work, but I really enjoy it more when it's not for pennies. Everyone works for pennies, I guess, but some people are getting millions of pennies, and I'm really only getting hundreds. I think we should all get paid in pennies, and there's nothing better than copper. At least that's my thoughts. Anyway, there's my thoughts, take em or leave em. Feel free to spit your own intelligence. In fact, I encourage it.

Whoo!! Hey hey, people, its the man of the sore throat, once again reminding you to AVOID sicklings!! Avoid them like the plague, or one morning you'll wake up with a sore throat and serious sinus drainage. Actually, I think I have a sinus infection, since my throat's not very sore, and I've not got a fever, just a little drainage here and there. Either way, today is the day of all things getting shut down, so its not like i can cruise over to the doctor and get a checkup or any such nonsense. Just hit me this morning that there will be no cashing of my check at all (stupid day of closings!!) Well, the cool things going on involve the circuit overseers visit, more fun than a barrel of monkeys, that man. He's like butta (hahahahahahaha!!) Actually, he's really very great, a very funny man, and he and his wife are wonderful people. And I've only truly known them for what? Three days? Their names are Ron and Becky Emmerson, and they are spectacular, I don't really have enough adjectives to truly describe them, and if you have met (or meet them) you (will) know what I mean. D's headed to Indiana with Ashley so (if I can quote an anonymous source), "Ashley can show her man off to her friends." ROFL!! That oughta be fun for him, I'm going to call him while he's up there, and he'll probably think that I've lost my mind, because roam charges are nothing short of killer. Of course, roaming is what roaming does, and now I'm just babbling like a scared monkey with nothing left to say. Right. Anyway, that concludes today's semi deep thoughts, yeah, I know I promised candy and deep thoughts, and I missed on both counts. See if you can do better, spit your own intelligence if you will. . .

Hey hey. Man, this weekend was uberhectic. There was so much to do and so little time to do it in. Fortunately, I've hit the break during school (YAY!!) and I'm now doing all things that are doable, and getting my rest and relaxation on in the process. So what exactly happened Sunday? Well, we hit up the skating rink, which is funny, because I can't skate and of course, I didn't. That was pretty cool, at least to an extent, there's nothing worse than realizing that your skating ability is the worse than a five year old's. I'd learn to skate, but well, its really not worth my time, and the wood burn that I have truly come to hate. Then we went to eat at O'Charly's that was pretty cool, had a half pound burger (most food for the smallest amount of money - Kevin) and I was gravely disappointed, cause it really wasn't all that. But it was medium well and by medium well, I mean it was pink. YAH!! But I was confident that the cook got it up to 125, and I've not started having any symptoms of E.Coli or cholera, so I guess I'm alright. Monday was pretty dull, not much to talk about. But you know, I've been making a bit of music, and writing a bit too, so expect to see some interesting stuff there. Anyway, this concludes the blog, have a great day!

Ladies, Fellas!! What's the dealy? Just hopped back in from Tammy's wedding, and I was color coordinating with the wedding party on accident. Cause I'm just that good. The wedding went well, hopefully the marriage will run as smoothly as the wedding did, and they're life together will be filled with happiness. Not bliss, as bliss means somethings not right, either in life, or in one's head. I got a chance to cut a little rug, but then the security guard stopped me and took my knife, so I hit the dance floor like a dancing machine, doing all the moves I could like a dancing fiend. It was definitely most awesome, and I got a second to hit a corner by myself and think about the last wedding I went to, and how messed up I felt. That's been about a year really, and I remember ending up in the parking lot, tears falling from my eyes, and muddled thoughts falling from my head. While reflecting, I took the time to really look around the entire room, and I couldn't help but think, you know, there's only one girl in this room who really makes me feel again. I actually started writing a song about it in my head, something like, I can be cool in a corner or a crowd, as long as you're there with me, someplace quiet or someplace loud, as long as you're here with me. And then I lost my thought, because D walked by and slapped me upside the head. Seriously though, this is the first experience I've had with unrequited love, with having all these feelings for someone, but having them basically say that they don't care. I've not had to deal with something like this before, and every so often, all that goes through my mind is torch carrying is for the Olympic ceremonies, not for everyday life. I don't want to hold on to this like its a last shot, last ditch, give it what you got cause there's nothing else effort. But I don't. . .actually I can't completely forget about it. Curse these emotions of mine, sometimes I wish I couldn't feel anything. Anyway, changing the topic, there was the swankiest thing I've ever seen a wedding, a chocolate fountain. A literal fountain of chocolate. Not a big fountain, mind you, but even Willy Wonka had to start somewhere, and I'd imagine at the beginning of his chocolate factory, he had something similar to that in the lobby, till he came up in the world. The whole thing looked and of course tasted awesome, though a few people double dipped (TRINA!! Just kidding. . .or am I?). Speaking of smooth, Elliott hit up the ivories at the end of night, and belted out a homemade ballad, guaranteed to make all those of the feminine persuasion scream, swoon, and all around weak in the knees. He's got some pipes on him, I gotta admit, he's a very talented brother, hopefully he'll be able to put that talent to use somewhere worthwhile. Either way, he sings quite well. To make this short, I'm going to head out, I gotta get up tomorrow, and i'm already getting tired. Take it easy, ladies, gentlemen, children of all ages.

I just realized I didn't get Wednesday's post up quick enough for it to be posted as what it was, which was Wednesday. Oh well. So what's going on, ladies gents? Nothing much going for me, I'm just sitting around thinking about how much I normally enjoy getting paid on Thursdays, and how much I'm not enjoying the idea at the moment. I guess I should quit tying up UAH's resources and start doing some school work on this computer, but well, have I ever done exactly what I should do? Today, my mind seems stuck on the many differences in the human frame. Even though we all have the same parts and components, it never ceases to amaze me how different we really are. You could find a 6'7 man who was my height, weight, race, and even born on the same day as me, but he wouldn't look like me at all. Even twins can be completely different, though they share much of the same genetic code. I really find it incredible that each human can be distiguished by its features, so much so, that those features become related to that human in our own minds. There is nothing cooler to me than that. Of course, that has a lot to do with the fact that the genetic code, the deoxyribonucleic acid, or DNA (as I like to call it) makes it possible to have literally trillions of different varieties. We have the ability to produce 2^23 different combinations and each of us has a different genetic sequence we've inherited from our parents. Nowhere do you read of two guys who look just alike, but have no relatives beyond the common parents we all share. That is what many people would view as amazing, something that leaves me incredulous myself. Either way it goes, its nice to know there's not someone out there that looks like me. Or has my fingerprints. Which I altered last night when I cut my finger on the table, during work. Its a pretty deep gash, but its still not managed to slow down my typing. =) Anyway, I gotta go do that thing, that I'm going to do, you know. . . that thing. . .that I'm doing. . .thing. . .right.