The right side is failing

Ahhh...now this is more like it. Crumpled into a ball on the floor of a dark room with a laptop at 1:57 in the morning. This is how blogging is supposed to be for me.

And a thought struck me...Well, 2 thoughts...well, a very many thoughts, but only one was something to write about and only one other was related to anything at all.

Anywho...I love Krystle Mauro. This'll bring anyone who's not aware up to date. I knew this no better then on saturday, which we spent together because she was leaving the next day for a week (which gave us a good excuse), and since neither onw of us is really smart enough to sleep at night, we ended up falling asleep for a little while. Parents do not fear...we weren't doing anything bad (*edit*). I'm not sure how long we were out, but when I came to, I found her in my arms, and at that point there was no doubt in my mind about my love for her.

And I was like "You're awesome" and she was like "well, you're perfect" and I was like "*pfft*, yeah I know!" :P

You see, one of the only things that really gets to me is waking up alone to an empty house. Falling asleep is no problem because I either have music or TV or games or blog, and then I just pass out. Comming home to an empty house is no problem either, because it lets me blast my music and get down to business (I am much more self motovated when isolated). But waking up...ugh. I wake up slow enough that I forget my dreams before I gain the ability to focus on the day, and that leaves time to be...depressed and slow. It sucks. Plus then I don't get to eat in the morning, cause I don't cook 'till 11.

That's like, one and a half thoughts.

Oh, and if you notice that edit, that was my second thought. Normally, I'm walking around during my day and I see something like... a 6-on-6 street hockey game happeneing in the parking lot of the jify stop during the short time after the stores close but before the lights go out, and I think "dude, that's wild. I should blog about that. Then I get home, sit on my ass for a while, then when I finally get to a blog point, I'm thinking more along the lines of *edit*, which is something I really don't want to write about because I've learned that saying certain things will get me into trouble. At the same time, limiting wha tI can say really throws off the ole' writing rythm, so I don't get anywhere. So, I figure it's time for compromise: I write whatever the fuck I want, and then just comment out the parts that I think'll get me into troucble. This way, I'll still get to record everything I want to say, my ranting style will go unhindered and flourish once again, and I don't get yelled at for being a dumbass! Everyone wins!

I'm just gonna say...Keep on the lookout for a video blog, and as for the next comic FUCK YOU I DON'T WANT TO GET A JOB OR HAVE TO THINK ABOUT COLLEGE. It's bullshit.

...I've gotta go get a job and pick a college now...

*edit* School's going to be hell for me tomarrow...I'll see the nurse second period for a nap.

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At least...that's what the interwebs told me...