Where is my sand, Mr SandMan?
I'm tired all day long. And now i have a ton of energy...I'm totally an insomniac. i'm watching insomniac as we speak. or...as i type. because by the time someone reads this...it will probably be tomorrow. since tomorrow begins in 12 minutes. it will be today for you. but today for me...is yesterday for you. its weird how i'm always a day behind...

*Flips the sandman off.......twice*

WHERE'S MY FUCKIN SAND, BIATCH???!!!!!

so much energy. 6 hours until i have to wake up. FUCK SLEEPING!!!

why can't we plug ourselves in to a little machine and it regenerates our bodies. that would be so freakin sweet.

Mr. Sandman give me a dream....
or is it fetch me a dream?
i don't fuckin if its a nightmare...just put me to sleep, make me tired!!!


but i guess thats what those little blue pills are for i found in the bathroom under the sink in a plastic bag, rolled up in an old newspaper...

i think i'll go take them

The Way to Go

Nevermind, the way you feel changes tomorrow
Nevermind, the things you say mean nothing now

And all I say has not effect
The way you still just aren’t impressed
And all I do to make you feel
All I feel to make you breathe
And all I do to let you know
Nevermind just let me leave

Nevermind, the way you always change your act
Nevermind, things that fall within your path

And all I say has not effect
The way you still just aren’t impressed
And all I do to make you feel
All I feel to make you breathe
And all I do to let you know
Nevermind just let me leave

Nevermind, the wounds that never heal
Nevermind, the way you never feel

And all I say has not effect
The way you still just aren’t impressed
And all I do to make you feel
All I feel to make you breathe
And all I do to let you know
Nevermind just let me leave

Nevermind, things change as they heal with you
Nevermind, I thought I’d found a way to deal with you

Nevermind, I guess I’ll leave
Nevermind, just let me leave
Nevermind, I still can’t breathe

Its Hackin Time!!
Got a good hackin in today.

It was great. Shoveled the driveway and Chris came over, just to the two of us played. The rest of the usual gang were either being wimpy-winy-pussy-ass-bitches...Or they weren't home. Or both.

Watched some videos of the Worldwide Footbag Championships, they're awesome. They rarely drop it, and when they do its back up so fast you can't even tell. But they only do 3 or 4 moves. All that I can't do, but still, get some range in the moves people...come on. They're feet move so fast...you can't even really tell what they're doing, but, its awesome I'd imagine.

Ron--

Sweet dreams held between
Trials fade the time you wait

I still see that smile on your face
Even through the darkness
Lighting up my world

But I still see you like the first time
An unchanging picture in my mind
But I still see you like the first day
As hard as I try I can’t make you fade

Goodnights and the little fights
Cold days, forever and always

A time and a place for us to go, then
Holds a place forever when
You don’t seem to show, again

And I still see you in that same way
A smile folded onto your face
And I still see you in that same place
A mood forever left unchanged

But I still see you there
And you still seem to care
I still see you
I still see you
I always see you
When I close my eyes…


Just wrote this tonight. I know this is the wrong journal for the poetry stuff entries...but...who cares? Some people do of course, but, i haven't for awhile, and it is my journal.

Nirvana kicks ass. No...they do more than kick the ass....they destroy the ass. Not merely kick it. But destroy it. Not kick...Destroy.

Music makes the world go round. and round and round and round.