He fights crime AND protects my finger!

I normally do not like to post about things that happened, however yesterday must be an exception.
I would like to start off by wishing my 2 very good friends Nat and Mark very happy birthdays, even though your birthdays were yesterday. Happy Birthday Nat! Happy Birthday Mark! Love ya both.
Yesterday a bunch of people got together at Nats house to celebrate the 17th birthdays of 2 of my closest friends. I seriously don't think I stopped laughing for more than 10 minutes at a time. Among swing dancing to Cotten Eye Joe with V, the piano key that made anything suspensful and dark, the c3p0/Pat card, Kareoke with Tina (Endless Love in a cartman voice and chipmunk voice. superstar status ;) lol), having 3 people being goalie while playing hockey and using the shovel to hit the ball, which we lost countless times, Jam vampire pics, Mine Ash's and KL's Yummay guy (Nat, hot guys are more important than epilepsy), and so many other funny things, I had a great time. We realy should get together in a huge group like that again sometime. Laughter will follow suite.




OH! I almost forgot the best part! I got a Spider-Man Band-aid :)

See waht Vanilla Ice Cream and Baileys cna do ot yuo?

So I figured since I'm so "drunk" I should write a drunken rambling post. comeplete with sepelling mitskaes adn all.

i figured i'd go on about somthing... possbily love. or mabe how much poeple piss me off. or sometrhing abuot the govrrnment. everyone loves to litsen to drunken raves about the government. then i figured i'd fall asleep on the keyboard, laevign some sort of msessage liek ths " 6 bnygolgvbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb"

Ok, my drunken ramblings are complete.

I would like to close on these quotes from a good friend of mine

"your drunk ramblings are the best kind."
"you'd make a good alcoholic"
--Jems

It's Valentine's Day. The day of love. The day of hearts, chocolates, flowers, teddy bears, cheesy love songs, greeting cards, and bitter ex-lovers looking for revenge. The day where lovers get together to celebrate their love. Some of those who are single wallow in their self-pity, while others appreciate the single life. The day where some celebrate just because it's another holiday to celebrate, and some reject the commercialism of it all. The day where young children hand out valentine cards to friends and family, sometimes not exactly sure why, but having fun in doing so, and laughing over the funny sayings on the cards. ("I choo-choo-choose you. Hah, it's funny cuz it's got a train on it.")

I fall under the category of being single, yet I do not wallow, and I love celebrating holidays, no matter what it is, but I also see the stupidity in Valentines Day. A couple should celebrate their love every day, not just a specific one out of the year.
I celebrated my Valentines Day rearranging my room. I also smeared red handprints all over my wall and made it look like someone was brutally murdered in my room. It's pretty awesome.
I didn't have school today, so I had plenty of time to do all this. I don't recall having school on Valentines Day in my entire high school career. I could just be a crack head, but that's my little secret.

Either way, I have like, 22 valentines :) I love you all!

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.... Hm. I wonder what the scientific formula for that is...

Ok, so can we be serious for a moment? I would like to take some time out to mourn my career as a scientist.

"Oh, prosperous career. We hardly knew yee, for you were crushed underneath my shoe and spit on before you even started to crawl. Your beginnings were decent, starting out small, showing promise. However, things then took a turn for the worse, sending you to the hospital. As time progressed, you were sent to the intensive care unit, going into a coma sometime around March 2004. The doctors didn’t think you would make it. Even if you did recover, you would never be able to lead a normal life. I decided it would be best to just pull the plug, leaving you at rest. However, they wouldn’t let me, and in September, they dragged your lifeless corpse up, trying to reanimate you. They dragged you through the mud; unable to let go and realize it was time to lay you to rest. Now, in February 2005, I have fully accepted the fact that you died in June of 2004. However, unable to bury your poor dead corpse, I am forced to drag you along, stinking up the physics class as I sit there trying to ignore the wretched stench. Why cannot they accept you are gone? Why can't they let me lay you to rest and put an end to my suffering? Why won't they admit you are dead?"

I have.

And I couldn't be happier.

Ring Around The Proverbial Loop.

Alright. What is it with this "loop"? It's always there. Under the radar. Lurking about. You rarely know its there. Except when you're not in it. That's right, the infamous loop that many of us have oh so often been left out of. That loop that just keeps us out. It scorns us and mocks us for not being in it. You all know what I'm talking about. We've all been left out of the loop at one point or another. We all know what it feels like to look around at your friends, wondering what the hell is going on.
"Why are they laughing?" "Is it at me?" "Did I do something?" "What's going on?" "I wonder how I can get that hot guy to take off his shirt..."
Ok so I guess the last one's just me... (and maybe a few others ;) lol) But in any case, we've all been there, and we all know what it feels like. We all know the feeling when that point goes right over your head.
*woosh*
Sometimes you can even feel the light brush of the wind graze the top of your head.
"Oh hey look. That was the point... Oh oh, there it goes."
And sometimes it's so far over your head, you didn't even know you missed it. That's when people end up laughing at you. The point is so far above your head, you're like a midget under the empire state building.