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I know that I haven’t updated in a semi long while, but that mainly is due to the whole spring break thing that is going on... That consisted of my working, visiting friends in Eugene, camping, and finished my working more.

My trip to Eugene was interesting, almost fell asleep both driving up there and coming home. While I was there I stayed with my pseudo-ex-girlfriend, It wasn't that bad, her family doesn't know yet but all of her friends were wondering why I was there. I actually had a rather amusing time there, just hanging out and watching movies.

Camping was a lot less interesting, it consisted of driving to the redwoods, finding a wet camping spot, making camp and then continuing to get wet as we slept... The day after we drove back... Very uneventful and boring.

G'night

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday dear (name),
Happy Birthday to you!

Chicken A-la Mode

Today I didn't have a third period so I hung out with my Japanese friend, rather amusing just due to the fact that she'll laugh at almost anything, but the part that stuck with me is prolly the sharpie sketches that she decided to draw all over my arms and hands.

Anywho, rewinding to the weekend, I had a rugby game on Saturday; it was a four hour drive up there. Luckily it was not in vain due to the fact that we slaughtered the other team 27 to 0... It was really a huge confidence boost for the team. The four-hour drive home was rather un-eventful besides getting lost in the smelliest town in Oregon, Albany.

After I got home and as I was about to go to sleep, one of my friends called asking if I wanted to be the driver for the night. I agreed figuring I couldn’t get much more tired and that I might as well have fun; I mean it was that or sleeping. The party was really rather interesting, consisting almost entirely of people that would not select me to hang out with. And even better after a period the cops came! Second bust within a month’s period! Maybe I'm just not good luck for parties or something.

After a time when the cops had finally let us leave, and we were heading back to A-town, I made the suggestion to go to Denny's. The suggestion was widely received as a fun idea and after a bit of driving southward we came to the bustling metropolis of Yreka! Boasting a remarkable population of 7,860 people! I'd hate to live there but hey, the Denny's was good. My friend Jeff ordered for us, and for himself he got "The Sampler a-la mode." The chicken strips are good with ice cream; the mozzarella sticks not so much. We made friends with the waitress there and promised we'd come back for my birthday in three weeks.

Well that was just a portion of my weekend, and there is surprisingly enough even more that actually happened, but that will be another day. (When it happens again.)

Sketch

I sit down in front of the computer with my hands almost twitching for something to do. The reason for this is very well know to me, something explored on more than one occasion, and more often then not failed at. The energies flow through my right hemisphere and down to my extremities, seemingly stimulating them in to a mass movement where they would all function together as one, one almost human, piece of art. My hands are still trembling, I put the keyboard underneath them and continue to let the mystical energies take control of them. Steadily words appear on the computer screen out of almost nowhere. Even I ponder the origin, thinking that the centrality of these thoughts and words had been closed off to any outside stimulation. As the words continue to be processed the energies slowly wane, leaving me writing from the heart with only a small bit of inspiration. At every tap of the space bar I wonder who would actually read this and if I should just hit the delete button, the time has passed, and I feel as though I have failed. My fingers now have no new destination and fail to keep their speed. I contemplate the preceding passage and slowly highlight it. Without much more then a thought of regret I hit the delete key and it all disappears.

And?

Sometimes I wonder what I’m doing on earth still, but then its obvious, to entertain all those other people who would "miss" me if I was gone. Sometimes I wonder if that’s so much of even a good reason to stay. But hey, why not?

I sometimes wonder what is so appealing about life, really the only ting I can think of is the unpredictability of it. But that just doesn’t make too much sense with most people who have their routines and follow them everyday with out thinking or caring. I really don't plan to ever settle down... I'll pretty much just save up money for a time, leave, and comeback in a few months to do it again. I don't care about retirement I just don't want to be sucked into the modern standard of living everyone else follows. I don't care if I'm still washing dishes when I’m 47, as long as I am still going on random ass trips. I hope to die before I worry about retirement...

Well I must go plan the rest of my miserable life out...

Fuck the World

I'm posting more out of need to update rather then something significant happening in my life that I must tell all the wacko's about.

Last Saturday I broke my nose in my first rugby game, it was pretty cool, bled for like four plus hours.

I hate school and am sick and tired of all and any challenging classes.

I hate life because it's boring as hell.

I'm depressed because I need to be close to someone.

Anyway that was my update.