You Know That I Could Crush You With My Voice

I won't be online for the rest of the week, so do your best to make it through without me. Don't worry. I'll be back Saturday. In the meantime, I've composed a list of things you can do while I'm gone.

1) Finish making the list for me.
2)

As you can see, you'll be kept busy and will have no time to ponder just how much you miss me.

But seriously folks. I'm going to be down in Illinois for a college visit for the rest of the week and I probably won't have any time to get online. Then Saturday I've got solo-ensemble--wish me luck.

Now that I think about it, I'll probably end up going online Friday night, but it won't be till late. Anyone who wants to stay up and welcome me back, feel free. =)

I'm such a dork. Have fun, guys.

The Pros and Cons of Breathing - Fall Out Boy
Here We Go - Jason Gochin
Elevator - Box Car Racer

I Sold Out.

Yes. I set a default template.

I know, I know.

But, look. I have reasons. My commenting service had a tendancy -not- to work. I couldn't comment on -my own blog-. Plus, this one looks like it's easier on the eyes than my old one, which sucked on many levels.

Don't worry. Eventually, I'll make my own.

Don't hate me. =(

Back In The Day.

So, Susen [with an e!] posted a list of things (that I'm assuming came from some site somewhere) from the 80's and such. Fifteen is my favorite: "You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school."

Oh, man. That game was the best in fourth grade. It could be the most beautiful day outside, and we'd fight over who got to stay inside at recess at play Oregon Trail. And nobody could ever beat it, because she'd never let us save the games, because she was paranoid about using up all the disk space on her pathetic macintoshes. So we'd try to con other people out of -their- computer time, so we'd maybe have enough time to make it all the way to wherever it was we were going--Oregon, maybe?

And let's be honest. None of us cared about the education aspect of the game. We wanted to play the little hunting minigame. For as long as possible. Sure, we laughed when Nona fell into the river and came down with something and needed to have a leg amputated, and we had fun trying to float the wagons over said rivers (which could be why poor Nona fell out), but it was all about shooting stuff. The buffalos were easy targets, the rabbits were a challenge.

I'll always wonder what was waiting at the end of the trail for us. One person almost managed to make it, just once. But they were rushing, and they ran out of food. The died somewhere in Nevada, I think.

A few more gems from the list--
Yes, yes I -can- sing the entire rap from Fresh Prince of Belair. (When a couple of guys that were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighborhood...)
I did play that MASH game.
I did really want those light-up sneakers (and had some XD)
'Wax on, wax off' is a profound philosophy I will carry to my grave.
I have seen Michael Jackson before he switched sex and race.
The McDonalds playplace -was- the sight of at least one birthday party.
I remember when mullets were cool--and in a few of my really old pictures, I practically have one....
And yes. After reading that stupid list, "Shot through the heart" did get stuck in my head. (shot through the heart!! and you're too late...)

Yes, I'm Still Here.

To quote Angela: Sorry I haven't made a real update in so long. I just haven't been in the mood lately.

Look out for a real update eventually.

And to quote Arnold Meddle, my character in last year's play: People, honest to God. I don't have a clue.

You Asked For An Update...

Sometimes things catch you completely off-guard.

I've known people who've wanted to commit suicide. I've possibly talked them out of it, or helped at least. I've known people who had friends that did it.

Except that I've never actually had a friend commit suicide. I never even considered the possibility that anyone I knew would.

Except today...she did.

Tami, a girl in my class, took her own life today with a combination of alchohol and tylenol. Russ tried the same thing, but didn't take enough to kill himself.

It's just mindblowing.

I want to apologize to Kel--when you talked about this, I didn't realize how incredibly confusing it could really be. And I wasn't even that close to her.

I'm fine; I don't want anybody worrying about me (hint hint, Mellie--although I'm glad you cared enough to drop what you were doing to make sure I was ok). I'm not the one that needs worrying about. Lacy was really close to her, and I haven't talked to her at all today, which worries me a little.

I was supposed to be back at Cody's twenty minutes ago. I suppose I should get going.

Sorry folks. No sarcasm tonight.

Who?

Who posted that semi-anonymous comment on my last post? o.O; Whoever it was, you said to ramble to you and you didn't leave any way to get in contact. ^^;; So. Uhm. Yeah. Do that, assuming you're still reading this.

As for the rest of you, I'll update for real sometime this week. Promise.

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1) Grab the nearest book
2) Open the book, turn to page 123
3) Find the fifth sentence
4) Post the text of the next three sentences on your blog along with these instructions
5) Don't you dare dig for that 'cool' or 'intellectual' book in your closet! I know your thinking about it! Just pick up what is closet."

Well, the book -nearest- me didn't have 123 pages, so I get to cheat and grab one off the shelf. Let's go with "Speaker for the Dead" by Orson Scott Card...

When you watch them struggle with a question, knowing that you have the information that could easily resolve their dilemma; when you see them come very near the truth and then for lack of your information retreat from their correct conclusions and return to error--you would not be human if it didn't cause you great anguish. You must remind yourselves, always: It is their law, their choice. They are the ones who built the wall between themselves and the truth, and they would only punish us if we let them know how easily and thoroughly that wall has been breached.

Those. Were long sentences.