I watched SCL Punk. It was a very good movie. I was skeptical at first. Blaine has led me wrong with movies in the past, but this time was different. Just like most times.
Um. I almost broke my back the other night when I got drunk. That was two nights ago. I skipped last night because I wasn't feeling well. I don't think I need a comma there. It doesn't matter. I'm not using one. But I plan on drinking again tonight.
I watched some good Christian programming yesterday. I spent most of the day in bed, dozing and learning Christian ethics. I took some pictures of this one program that seemed incredibly stupid until the end. Now I want to watch it again and again. I'll tell the whole story once I get the pictures developed.
I've got a picture of myself from fifteen years ago in my facebook profile. I hope Nick Conner is satisfied with it.
Listen to me.
I don't have class Monday. I think that's tomorrow, but it's good either way.
That's all I have for you today.
Good luck with school, and stay out of trouble.
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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.
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.
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