Home on a Saturday Night

I love convienent lyrics on my Windows Media Player.

Right now I'm ignoring everyone but Caitlin. Not that it matters, as she has gone off in an attempt to listen to the "Meow Mixes" of her Guster CD that I told her about, that I learned about from Megan and Elizabeth.

Today I had a game in Perrysburg. It sucked. We had to go down early with JV, and it is an hour and a half trip, and then their game, then ours. And I didn't even play. What a tool. Then I had to come home.

I did visit Shannon. It was nice- we were both exhausted, so we just sat around and watched Bruce Almighty and Radio Free Roscoe.

I attempted further reading of David Copperfield. Needless to say, I failed miserably.

I was thinking about my bloge today. I realised that it is a horrible failure at life. No, no, I won't stop writing in it, but I just wish there was something of substance to put in it. It's especially vapid these days because I am afraid to put my feelings about stuff in here, or my true opinions anyway, because they all end up backfiring. Horridly. The truth doesn't really set you free- don't let them kid you! And it's bad that I'm additcted to blogging, so I do it like everyday, sometimes twice a day. And with my newfound keyboarding skills, I am typing this without even looking at the screen, as it was giving me a headache. So yeah, forgive the mistypes. Anyway, I suppose the only way to make this interesting and non-backfiring is if it was entirely fiction. Only if I were trying to write fiction, I would no doubt end up putting hints of the truth in it. And that won't do.

Why are the lights in my house flickering? I saw lots of lightening today. I love that stuff. I hear it all the time. Haha, I'm a shithead.

yo ho
yo ho
a (stupid) pirate's life for
~me