Ho hum.

Hey LJ.

I'm back with nothing important to say. See you again in another year!

I saw the new Halloween. It was bomb.

I beat Halo 3. It was sick shit yo.

I watch Flight of Conchords. My lyrics are bottomless.

I'm considering trading in my Jetta for my old car, which is functioning again after being dead for over a year. Go Team Lightning Fire.

latez

Boogey.

Robo-boogey.

you and i

I really like these websites:

http://www.partytentcity.com/

:"This party tent, canopy and awning website has more information than any tent website." Thanks, Brian.

And secondly,

http://www.allamericanhotdog.com/



DON'T SUPPORT PIRATE HOTDOGS.

Yep, last night was definitely friday the 13th.

edit:
-Dominic gets his amp shut off by the owner of the bar he was playing at because he was apparently too loud. Dominic grabs the guy and tells him, "based on principle alone, I wont beat the shit out of you." Guy goes and hides, and we have to convince Dominic that he isn't worth finding.
-I get back to my car and find that both of my rear tires are flat. Somehow, massive nails got stuck in each one. Tried to jack the car up to put the spare on; jack breaks. Call AAA and it takes about an hour to get there.
-Dominic gets into an argument with an old man from Northern Ireland. Dominic wants to beat him up because of the whole protestant vs. catholic thing, even though Dominic is not practicing.
-Driving back on 87, there's a huge, multi-car accident in between the Curtner and Capitol exits. Left lane has a flipped car blocking it, right lane has 2. Center lane blocked with debris. Car in front of me slams on his breaks, I slam on mine, and I skid to a stop mere millimeters behind his rear bumper. In a way, having the spare on saved me, because it forced me not to go above 50 mph. Also, had I not had to wait for the AAA truck, I could have been in that wreck.

http://www.sjsunity.com/images/cwb/SanJose1975.pdf

Cool photo comparison of San Jose in 1975 and 2006.

Friday: Party at Matt Hasting's house to celebrate me and to acknowledge Dominic. Give me a call or comment or email or text or myspace or IM me for details.

Well, I'm 21 now.

PS.
You're adorable.

Fuck.

Argh.

Everyone everywhere has their vices. I've gotten to the point where mine can't distract me long enough anymore.

It's almost 9 o'clock and it's still 80 degrees out.

I hacked up dark black mucus this morning. It was incredibly refreshing.

Out of sight, out of mind, right?

Right?

I wish I knew what to say to make this any better or easier.

Nausea.

The organ's playing my song
this song's gone on too long

There's no comfort in knowing you're being driven along a one way street towards a cliff. You can turn the opposite direction but gain no ground, simply delaying what is inevitable. Or, you can face fate, and simply topple off that cliff.

But who knows.

It's tragic watching the inseparable duo being destroyed by such unnecessary circumstance. Like an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm, the situations pile until they finally come toppling down. But unlike Curb, there is no humorous resolution; simply despair, depression, and frustration.

Looking at pictures on his wall, he wishes there was a chance to add more. New places, new adventures, new memories -- but with the same faces. Hope seems dim, because even if the week were nine days long, they still wouldn't have enough time. He'll keep those pictures, to remember what once was, and to remind him of what should have been.

I've been looking at this screen for a half hour now, slouched over in my chair, with my chin placed ponderously on my fist, trying to figure out exactly what to write. Well, I know what I want to say, but as the trend goes, I don't know how to say it.

There's a feeling in my gut right now, a nauseousness that's been twisted and intertwined with a nervousness that leaves me dreading what comes next. That feeling is amplified by the sinking realization of what is happening.

I don't know. Perhaps it's all better left unsaid.

And that's what got us here to begin with.

I've got so much to say.

But I'm so bad at saying it.