Nick Chesser

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Have you ever been completely numb for a few days and all of a sudden you see something that makes you feel like crying, and you don't know how to respond? I know I haven't. Freak.

It's okay to like chocolate. I know Zach doesn't like it, but I do. You can go to the store and usually be able to buy some chocolate for a reasonable price. You take the chocolate home and eat it. You're so happy when you're eating it, but you feel almost as if it was never really there once it's gone, and then you're sad. So you go back to the store and buy more chocolate, and then you eat it. And you keep going back. Then one day you go in to buy some chocolate and it occurs to you that you've put on a few pounds. You start to question if the chocolate even cares that you want to eat it. You wonder if it cares about anything but making you fat. It seems like the chocolate doesn't even care if it sees you. The chocolate seems more than happy to just be sitting there, doing nothing. So you look at the chocolate and say, "I'm sorry chocolate. I love you, but you're bad for me. Look at me. You've made me fat, and now I'm depressed. And look what it's done to my heart. It's gonna take years of exercise to make it healthy again. And even then it won't be as good as it once was. No, chocolate. I'd rather pretend you died of cancer this time." All I'm trying to say is that we have a huge problem with obesity in this country, and I think thinning out the numbers of the obese would help the overpopulation problem and make everyone happy. Not only would there be more food for the hungry left by the dead, but there would be enough food left by each fatty to feed a small country. Praise Him.

And that's my ping-pong ball trick.

Lindsay gave me Nick's screen name yesterday, and I read his livejournal. I talked to him later on in the day. It was fun for me. I like talking to gay people.

I went to bed around 10 p.m. (I think) and fell asleep around 11:30 p.m. I had about three nights worth of dreams (these were crazy dreams, and I need to write them down), and then woke up at about 12:30 p.m. I got up and had a big snack. I then went back to bed where I waited for sleep for a long time. I slept pretty lightly when it came, but it lasted long enough to take me into the light area. I think it was about 10:15 when I finally jumped out of bed. I did some things: listened to The Worst Offspring Tribute Ever, verified my bank account with paypal and played some Gran Turismo 4. I'm still pretty tired, and Warped is tomorrow.

Insomniphiliac

I started reading Insomnia by Stephen Kings a few days ago. The problem is that I now have insomnia. I usually don't sleep well when I'm drunk. I didn't drink last night, and I was really tired, but I couldn't sleep. I ended up going to bed at about 6 a.m. It took me a while still to get to sleep. I read in Insomnia about a type of insomnia where you sleep very lightly and awaken with the impression that you've been awake the whole time. I think that's what was going on, because I remember lying in bed, fighting with my sinuses to check huge concrete windows at work while turning left and right. I hate it when that shit happens when I'm trying to sleep. Well, I finally came to at about 9:30 a.m., and found that my dad was in my room, looking for the dial one guys. I had trouble getting back to sleep after that, even though I was tired as shit. So I got up and took out my retainer, because it causes shit tastes in my mouth. I got back in bed and tried to go back to sleep. When I was about to doze off at about 10:15 a.m., I suddenly hear the chatter of a jackhammer in the great room. The walls were shaking, the earth was...never mind. It went on for some time, so I got up and got on the internets and posted many away messages to express my feelings to the AOL Insant Messenger community. My dad heated some pizza up for me and I ate it and it was good, and I had some Mountain Dew. I started doing the AIM battle war whatever the fuck it is thing and found that I am no match for Kylie Dickmann or Chelsea Baugher. I also talked to Ani Sweet and Lindsay Conner for about an hour. I left my house at about five to retrieve my Warped ticket. On the way home I noticed a Rob Nolley at a four-way stop at Amos and McKay. I saw him for just a second and then he was gone. I hurried home and gave him a call to confirm that it was really him. I talked to him for a little bit. He lied and said he knew who I was. He thought I was Chase Hubler. Wrong. I was actually Blaire Hartman. But we talked about Japan and books, and then he had to take off and head on over to the city council meetings. The book he told me he was reading got me wanting to watch a very funny movie that I haven't seen in forevers. I asked my brother if he would like to watch Dick with me. He said yes. I couldn't find the damn VHS, so we didn't watch it. I did, however, find some good literature in my sisters closet. These were books that I gave her quite a while ago. The first book to catch my eye was titled "War of the Worlds." I then grabbed a few others including all four of the "The Indian in the Cupboard" books. (I didn't know what to do with the titles, so I just did both.) Anyway. Amanda called me last night.

Cinema of the State

So, I guess Blink isn't really broken up.

I guess.

I went to school and was awesome all day.

Alex showed me a new lift for my bicepts.

I taught that one guy how to bench and squat and do some other things.

I went to Lindsay's house. I wore my Triton Elementary t-shirt, and I told her to wear hers. She gave me some nice pants to wear. She wore her shirt. I wore a scarf around my neck. I looked like a faggot. We went to the place. Shelbyville beat the blue guys. We waved to Sally. After the game, we went out to my car, and Lindsay got in, and as I was getting in, these chicks ran up to me and asked to see my penis, so I showed them my penis, and they got really turned on. When Lindsay called me, I was watching "Family Guy." It was "Death is a Bitch." That was the episode, and it had been a while since I had seen it. While we were at the game, she asked me if I remembered the part from the Family Guy with Death, and she wasn't able to finish the question, because I knew exactly what she was talking about, and I explained the situation to her. I have to remember to go back to my show choir post and add her name to it before she notices it's not there again.