I'm finding it more and more difficult to sleep...
I don't know why. It seems as though my insomnia is in overdrive.
In three or four days, (I'm not sure how many, it seems to blend together), I've gotten about 3-4 hours total.
Instead, I find myself laying restless in my bed or talking to friends online.
Every night, however, I sneak out my window and just walk.
I like being under the stars. The quiet, the dark, an the occasional passing car.
I muse to myself, thinking that maybe the people in the cars are lost like lost souls. No, more like wandering. They can go where they please, but they have no destination, no goal. They're just content to wander.
Like me.
Then I laugh and keep walking.
Sometimes I'll only walk for about half an hour, nothing far.
The other night I found that the sun was coming up, and had to sneak in. My mom was already awake. I don't need her to know about my nightly escapades. That was a four hour walk, I believe.
I think a lot under the stars. I think about life. Love. The future. Sometimes I want to lay on the pavement and just stare up, looking at the stars. It's not a suicide thing, far from it. Just to feel the cool pavement beneath me.
I don't tho. Instead I walk to this church near my house, and lay in the parking lot.
In the house across the street, I was a light turn on, tho I didn't pay attention. I was being watched. I know they could see me, I was rather well defined thanks to the security lights that illuminate the grounds.
Laying there, I keep thinking.
I want to be loved. I want to be happy. I want to just be content.
Sometimes I think myself greedy.
Who am I to ask for all that? I haven't the right.
I am almost happy out there at night. I almost feel like it rejuvinates me so much more than sleep ever does. I enjoy being able to think, able to ponder my own little fantasies, create my own temporary little world.
It's my release.
It's getting late, I'm starting to over-analyze the feelings I have about various things right now...
I'm going for a walk...

I'm watching TV.
There's a show about grass.
I know, awesome, right?
Anyways, apparently civilization, nay, the world as we know it would not exist were it not for grass.
Amazing, no?
And here, we simply cut it down,
MURDERING it with our lawnmowers!!!
*snickers to myself*
I oughtta create a message board supporting grass and it's rights as ruler of the world.
....?
I gotta stop watching this shit...

I have been busier than hell today.
But I'm normal now.
I stayed up to about 5am last night working on different drawings, and they came out spectacular, if I do say so myself.
Some thoughts:
A gay person says "fag" on tv, no bleep.
straight person says it, "bleep."
black person says, "nigger" on tv, no bleep.
white person says it, "bleep."
white person says, "cracker," no bleep.
anyone else says it, no bleep.
...
anyone else catch that?
white people don't get a word.
blah, who cares.
Just a stupid thought.
I desperately want to escape the confines of my house.
My family, as much as I love them, really wear down on me.
for example: my father has been promising to get wi-fi hooked up so I don't have to use dial-up in my room.
then, when when i brought it up today (he promise we'd get the router today), we started yelling at me and yelling at me that we don't have the money this week and i can wait.
Now, this in of it self, while somewhat disappointing, is nothing new to me, and frankly was expected.
However, while at the store today, he bought a large case of beer, a highly expensive cut of meat for himself, and a candy bar for himself.
Grand total of his self pleasuring splurge: roughly $80.
price for the router and various parts, $65.
Now, up to now i'd agree that i'm sounding greedy, but he broke a promise.
and he does this every time he gets money.
and a few days ago i gave him all my money. though not by choice.
he yelled at me for being an ungrateful son and not giving him money for his cigarettes.
He's stolen from me.
He's lied to me.
He's made me feel like complete shit for not living up to his standards of a son.
I'm fed up.
I just want to get away... for a little...
oh yes, to add insult to injury, my sister's bf now lives with us. he's a car lover, jock, stereotypical guy.
i'm an artist, a thinker, thin, and not athletic. not stereotypical.
yesterday my father says, tho he doesn't know i heard him,
"why couldn't kenny turn out more like justin?"
thanks dad.
love you too.

Aside from the occasional doodles in my sketch book, I haven't done any real drawings per say.
So, I dug out some stories I wrote for a comic I did over a year ago, started re-writing tham, and I'm going to redo my comic.
My friends may remember my Ken comic.
With the little spaceship dude named klik and that evil penguin ernesto.
Was his name ernesto? I never mentioned the names of any of my characters in the comic.
Well, I'm going to recreate the original, then create some new stories.
They're original, the art is unique, and it's of good quality.
I'm hoping to do something that i'm comfortable publishing.
According to Spivey, I have more than enough skill to get published, I just need to follow through with it.
(hell, I still have my old submission letter and samples that i never bothered sending out).
Oh, and I need to work on deadlines.
Thats not my strongest suit.
I don't hope to make a lot of money off the venture, I just want to see my work in print.
Although, the money would be nice. But profit isn't a factor.
Either way, I'm working on the Ken character right now. Making him nice and smooth looking.
Oh, and I don't plan on drawing the entire thing with fine tip sharpies again.
Makes me really dizzy.
THE PENGUIN WAS SERGIO!!! THATS RIGHT!!
I couldn't remember.
I need some bristol paper. Or vellum. I'm not picky. I have ink, nibs, brushes, pencils, etc.
Tho I may need to invest in a light box, should I choose bristol.
I have so many more ideas for my comic now.
I also plan on incorporating some people from my life.
Fat-B, anyone?
heheh.
This thing is going to rock.
Wish me luck.
Also, if anyone has any ideas they'd like to share, let me know!
Peace!

The girl who got pushed from the truck is named Jessica.
She was fighting w her bf.
She borrowed our phone and yelled at him, then got him to come pick her up.
She had to. She's 18 and lives with him.
Before she left tho, she stayed with us for a good while, played video games, ate, and just goofed off with us.
It turns out she lives a way down the road.
She's pretty cool. Befriended my entire family and my sis's bf (who shall now be considered family because of the baby and the fact he lives here now), and is going to start hanging with us.
She flipped out at my art, and flipped out that there's someone her age nearby.
So now I have a new friend. How about that? Life is mysterious.

A truck was just driving down the road in front of my house.
A person falls from it.
Apparently, a guy and his girlfriend were driving down the road, fighting, and he pushed her out of the moving truck.
She's out on my porch, crying, on the phone with the cops.
She lives with him, nowhere to go.
I feel bad.
I just don't know how to help...

Lost my good mood.
Quickly, too. How? How else?
My dad.
I'd literally just come in from helping my mom in the front yard, I was tired, sweaty, and just wanted to rest for a minute.
He asks me to clean and vaccuume the living room.
I ask if it can wait a few minutes.
He calls me the laziest god damn fuck he's ever met and tells me to go fuck off.
I'm not happy.

There are times in my life that I'm just genuinely happy to be alive.
Now, my allergies are raging an all-out war on me, I'm suffereing from an incredibly painful magraine, and my room is like an oven.
But I'm happy.
Through all this crap, I'm still feeling pretty good.
That feeling of lonliness that seemed to have plagued me for the past God only knows how long seems to be have lifted.
I don't know why.
There's been virtually no change in my life recently.
Nothing.
So why am I so damn chipper today?
Haven't a fucking clue.
I'm not going to question it either. One shouldn't question happiness when they find it, only embrace it.
And hope it isn't fleeting.
I think I might go for a walk.
If i had a car, I'd drive my happy ass down to Chrleston and just explore. Or maybe go geochaching.
Carson has shown me that it is actually pretty fun.
And that there are some cool duck near my house.
I'm eating cheetos, drinking root beer, and listening to my terrible music.
How incredibbly unhealthy.
But oh so enjoyable.
Right now, my life is good.

There was once a small, desolate shack of a sort deep in the forests, on land that was forgotten by men, secluded from all of the industrialization and monopolistic ideals and greed.
In this shack, located far from all of the industrialization and monopolistic ideals and greed of men, lived a creature of sorts.
This Creature had pale, yellowed flesh, three eyes, located vertically on its face, one above the other, decreasong in size as they went up.
It's gaping maw seemed locked in a permanent grimace, it's faded grey teeth chipped and jagged, as though they had been neglected for quite an extensive amount of time.
The Creature's skin was creased, wrinkled, dry (almost feeling scaly to the touch), and home to some of the most visually repulsive vericose purple veins anyone might ever lay eyes on.
The Creature's palms were calloused, from a life of self sustainence and living off what it found in Its forest, it's three finger's and thumb having no nails of sorts, but rather in their place a

slightly stony looking thick skin. As the Creature wandered through Its great forest, passing through the shadows of the towering trees, the ancient souls that had seen all there is to see,

know all there is to know, it's long, fluid strides taking it along at a meandering pace, it felt truly at peace.
It had always been this way.
It had seem much in It's lifetime (when it began, the Creature did not know, It had no recollection of a time that It did not exist, and therefore no reference to which place It's age, though

this had no meaning to the Creature, as It saw no need to ponder over such trivial things), It had seen the rise and fall of many creatures, great and small. It had seen a time of seemingly

endless darkness, when nothing grew, when the great creatures, the lumbering behemoths of old, passed their kingdom down to the small, hair covered creatures of the world. (The

Creature did not know whether It was more closely related to the small hair covered ones or the great scaly ones, yet It did not care. It was simply content to beas it was). Deep down, the

Creature knew it was not like the other creatures it had seen. It had seen many creatures, none like itself, and there were always more than one of these creatures. Yet the creature did

not ponder It's solitairy existence. It did not feel lonesome in the world. It was content in It's pure existence. It found no solace in the company of others. There never were others. The

Creature inertly knew that it was unique in It's existence, and was perfectly happy as it was. It felt no need for more than Itself, felt no need to change Itself to be like the other creatures

of the world.
It had the trees, the springs, the undiluted and untainted world It knew as It's own.
It was happy.
The Creature typically viewed the world with the larger two of It's three eyes. The smaller of the eyes seemed to see things only as a white and brightly colored world, be it day or night,

and the Creature felt no need to strain with theuse of It's third eye, as it's blending with the stereoscopic vision of the other two eyes served only to confuse and disorient the Creature.
Therefore, the third eye remained closed.
The Creature continued It's solitairy existance, basking it's pale flesh in the sun, warming itself as It liked, drinking in the air that It loved to taste, sometimes soaking in the springs it

happened upon in It's wanderings. All of this was perfection, as far as the Creature thought. It saw no need for more. It needed nothing more, wanted nothing more.
Wandering around the world It knew, the creature noticed a different taste about the air.
A slightly bitter taste, blowing in with the wind from somewhere distant. This taste was unsatisfactory to the Creature, so it moved farther away from the source of the bitterness. And

then everything was good again. The creature, having lived as it did, had come across it's share of mishaps, ofcourse, and was no stranger to discomfort, and as any other creature does,

leaves the source of the discomfort. Some time later, (the Creature did not know for sure, as it had no need to measure time, tho it knew it had been some extensive amount of time

because it's memory of the bitterness was all but forgotten), the bitter taste in the air returned, this time slightly stronger, stinging the Creatures eyes. Again, the Creature, moved away

from the source of the bitterness, and again it was happy.
Eventually, the bitterness in the air returned, and the Creature decided that it must investigate the source of the bitterness in the air, in It's air. The Creature followed the bitterness, and

eventually hear a slight rumbling in the air as well. First, the thought of a storm, but the creature looked up and saw only blue. No clouds. Also, the air tasted not of rain, only of bitterness.

Beneath the bitterness the air still tasted dry. There was no storm coming. At least, not a storm as the Creature knew. The creature noticed, as it followed the bitterness, it's eye's tearing

from the stinging of it, that the thunder seemed closer. Yet the sky was still clear, the air still dry. More perplexed than before, the Creature continued It's journey. Although the bitterness

was unsatisfactory and caused the Creature's eyes to water, It thought of it's journey as a new kind of amusement, and found a certain kind of joy in something new. Soon It became so

encompassed in It's journey that it grew unaware of the absence of animals as It neared the source of the bitterness, It grew unaware of the setting sun. It glided through the forest, the

bitterness growing more powerfull, the air growing thick and unsavory to the Creature's taste. The Creature eventually came to a clearing, where the bitterness was at it's thickest. The

Creature saw large Creatures, from them coming a dark air, and knew the dark air to be the source of the bitterness. Then, the Creature saw something that caused a feeling of complete

and total horror deep n it's stomach. The large creatures were removing the trees, severing the old ones from their roots, causing the old ones feel pain. The Creature was completely

horrified by what It saw. Never before had the Creature felt this! Never had the Creature seen such terrible images!
Then, the Creature saw a glimmer of hope!
Truly beautiful creatures, like none the Creature had seen before, walked among the larger creatures. They, in the Creature's eye's, were flawless, theur skin smooth and clean, their

faces symetrical and proportioned, their mouths smiling, something the Creature had never seen before and instantly felt a deep appretiation for. Surely, these new creatures would save

the old ones! These creatures must be something divine, here to protect the old ones! The Creature hid itself and watched, the beautiful ones would surely save the old ones from the

large creatures that spewed the bitter air, and the Creature did not wish to interfere. The creature watched as the beautiful ones climbed among the fallen old ones, climbed onto (into it

seemed in some cases) the bitter creatures. As it watched, it soon grew aware that the beatiful one's were facilitating the bitter ones in the destruction of the old ones! How could this be!?

How could creatures so beautful wantonly destroy the old ones!? Thrown completely aghast by such a display of destruction, the Creature left the safty of It's hiding place to try and make

peace with the beautiful ones, hoping to perhas persuade them tospare the old ones from such a grisly fate. As it approached one of the beautiful creatures, it made a loud noise, one

such as the Creature had never heard before. The beautiful creature stepped back, and others like it looked in it's direction. They all got the same look on their faces as the first creature,

and the Creature took this as a welcoming of It's presence among them (be it a peculiar one), and the creature did not wish to upset the creatures, so it opened it's mouth and reproduced

the noice the creatures made. However, this only seemed to upset them. As a sign of appology, the Creature bowed it's large head and raised it's hands. Rather than calm, however, the

new creatures turned the bitter creatures toward it and moved in afer him. Some of the creatures moved in on foot, brandishing loud, long things that created more of the bitter air. One

of the creatures swung his object at the Creature, making a grazing contact with the thigh of the Creature as it tried to avoid the blow. However, a glancing touch was al that was needed.

The objects spinning blades cut a shallow wound into the Creature's flesh! Why did they attack!? Had the Creature done nothing wrong!? The pain startled the Creature, enough so that It

opened It's thrid eye without thinking. It braced itsefl for the brighness, but saw only a dilluted grey world thorough the eye. The beautiful creatures were no longer beautiful, but through

the vision of the third eye the Creature saw that they were ghastly beings, dark wretched creatures, nearly pure black shadows in It's vision, the world in the direction from whence they

came dark nad foreboding, the clear purity of it forever adulterated and tainted by their presence. What manner of geings were these? Why would they so eagerly destroy that which had

been so pure and clean? The Creature felt something that it had never felt in all It's existence: fear. The Creature knew that these invaders would cause It only harm and suffering, so It

took flight, the gash in It's flesh spilling blood as It ran from the invaders. At first the Creature felt that It would be safe again, but It realized that the roaring and the loudness followed It.

The invaders were chasing it! Why? What had It done? Surely the Creature hadn't caused them any pain, so why did they come after It? As any other creature would do when chased, the

Creature did someting It had never needed to do in all It's life. It wept. As It ran, it wept for the old ones, it wept for the life that had been destroyed by the ghastly invaders.
As It ran, the Creature soon became disoriented, It felt as though It's world had begun to tilt. The creature ran through the forest, dusk turning to night, and still the invader hunted It,

shouting, the objuects they carried making the horrible noise. And though the Creature managed to hide at times, and though It got far away from where the air was bitter, the invaders

still tracked It and pursued It. The Creature still ran, the wound in It's leg starting to scab, only to reopen and bleed more as It ran. Soon, the Creature found it hard to run, It felt as

though It's life, It's very essence was being drained from It's body. As It ran, it stumbled, and eventually fell to the ground. At first, It thought It had escaped the invaders, It thought that It

was safe again. Soon, however, not very long after It had collapsed and before It had any time to recover, It heard the invaders. They had found It. Pleading, weeping, cowering, the

Creature held It's hand out to the invaders, begging with It's eyes that they might spare It's existence and allow it to live. However, the closest invader simply swung it's loud ogjecy, the

blades tearing through the Creature's flesh, biting trough the bone, and It's hand, along with a portion of It's forearm, fell to the ground. The Creature let out a shreik of pain and pulled

the bledeing stump which once held it's hand close to It's chest, and, urged by the combination of newfound terror and pain, jumped to It's feet and ran some more, putting a short

distance between it and the invaders. However, the Creature's strength once again failed It and It fell to the ground, It's face impacting with the soil, the dirt stinging the wound on It's leg

and the stump of an arm. Summoning the remainder of It's strength, the Creature turned onto it's back and looked up into the night sky, the pureness of the stars slightly calming It. The

Creature came to the realization that It's life was to end on this night, and drank in all the beauty of the world around it, savoring all It could. Soon, (how soon, the Creature was unable to

ascertain), the invaders came across the nearly dead Creature. One of them, it's object roaring in it's hands, burried the spinning, sharp end of the object into the Creatures chest, tearing

through muscle and bone, through tissue and vessel, through spine and skin, and into the earth beneath the Creature. Not resisting, but screaming from the pain, the Creature reached out

to the stars, to It's stars, one hand, one stump, in the air, just reaching for what It could not grasp. Then It's limbs fell limp, it's vision grew foggy. There was only pain left. The Creature

looked once more at the invaders, still appreciating the great outter beauty they possesed. It closed It's eyes. Only pain. Then, there was nothing...
The loggers stood above the corpse of the monster, above the corpse of the creature that had invaded their land and attacked their work site.
The man that burried his chainsaw into the chest of the monster, sure that it was dead, pulled it out, removed the fuel cap, and poured the gasoline over the corpse, the heavy smell of it

permeating the crisp night air. once the tank was empty, he lit a match and ignighted the corpse. The men all watched the hideous body burn, the vile yellow skin charring away, the ashes

fluttering into the night sky, the acrid odor of the strange burning flesh overpowering that of the gasoline.
"What... what the hell was that thing?"
"I don't know.. I don't want to know..."
"You think there are more of them? More of these monsters?"
"God, I hope not..."
"If there are, and they come near us, near our land, we'll kill them."
"Yeah..."
"Hell yeah."
"Should we tell anyone?"
"No, they would never believe us, or they'd cover it up. Better to keep it to ourselves."
"Yeah."
"Agreed."
The men stood there for some time, watching the body burn. There they stood, the flames casting a dark shadow on their faces, creating ghastly shadows behind them. They sttod until

the body turned to ashes, until the flames dimmed and burned away. Once the fire burned itself out, they scattered the ashes.
The Creature was gone.
The End.

i went for a nice walk earlier.
i took a shower, decided it was a nice day, and walked down to the gas station closest to my house.
about a mile and a half each way, i believe.
it was nice.
sunny.
i bought some energy drinks. full throttle. vault. the usual.
bought a pack of newports for my sis's bf.
saw a car for sale in front of the gas station.
a blue pontiac station wagon.
only $800. i can afford that.
as i waz walking, i did a lot of thinking.
nothing in particular. just randomness. as always.
listened to my music while walking.
i had fun.
i was thinking...
(this is also influenced by a conversation i had with carson)
i do a lot of writing.
i always have notepad open, and i just write to my heart's content when the urge hits.
Now, i never save it.
i just read over it, laugh to myself, and erase it.
what if i saved it?
what if i created a huge file just containing my thoughts?
would anyone want to read it?
just something that i create on a whim.
thats what i do for my art and people seem to like it.
i'll give it a shot, i suppose.
(damnit, as much as i love those energy drinks... my stomach... ugh.)
i have heartburn.
again.
damnit i hate it.
i made a pizza.
ate half of it.
does anyone want half a sausage pizza?
my stomach hurts too much to eat.
my sister's baby is crying...
i should go chek on her. i think my sis and her bf are outside, and can't hear her.
to anyone who reads this,
bye for now.

I walked out of my room.
my dad was in the livingroom, watching tv.
asks me, "what are you doing?"
i repl, "i gotta piss."
he says, "i hope everything comes out alright."
i said, "me too. pissing barbed-wire would really suck."
i went piss.
and laughed as i pissed.
he shouts, "what are you doing?"
i reply, "pissing barbed-wire!"
i flushed, washed my hands, and returned to my room.
and laughed.
then thought, in a different context, the words,
"i hope everything comes out alright,"
is one of the nicest things my father has ever said to me.
he's nice today.
love ya dad.

music.
what would i do without it?
i don't know..
i'd say i'd go insane.. but i'm already there.
i'd say i'd need to be institutionalized...
but again, i've been told i need that too.
i'm listening to music right now, in case you cannot tell. talking to carson on aim.
we walked on a bridge.
i almost fell down a dirt hill.
ever tried to talk to someone with the roaring traffic 3 feet away from you?
not that easy.
(ugh.. slipknot is playing.. why do i have slipknot on my computer? fuck...)
there, MSI is playing.
so much better.
i really need to clean my music out.
i have so much total crap on here. i hate it.
i should just totally purge my music and re-rip my CDs.
but i'm too lazy.
i drank an entire can of full throttle and ate a pack of pocky.
in of itself, not a great feat.
but i'm pretty wired.
sleep? not gonna happen tonight.
("a-mother fucka go kill yourself" says jimmy urine on my speakers)
carson has some interesting music.
i will look into it.
he gave an optical mouse today.
no more mouse with a ball.
this one is neutered.
much nicer.
tho i plan on rubbing out the microsoft logo.
i'm not a fan.
the little red light makes like an evil red eye on my wall.
it amuses me to no end for some reason.
*groans*
at one point in my life i was living on energy drinks.
now every time i drink one i get heartburn and a tummy ache.
i said tummy?
holy ker-shit.
*chuckles to myself...*
i like that word, "ker-shit..." i will use it more often.
damnit the bile is burning my throat.. curse the energy drinks.
they will be the end of me. i'm sure of it.
or a homosexual mexican will assault me and spread my entrails upon a canvas,
as a friend once suggested.
i have weird friends.
i love em.
hehe.. mary beth asked me where the fuck i've been.
said, and i quote, "i needs me some kenny."
that made me laugh.
not just because it's funny,
but because quite a few pwoplw have said that to me before.
(always in a nonsexual manner, of course)
my friends truely are rather entertaining.
the empty full throttle can sits on my desk, mocking me, knowing the pain it has caused to my and my
esauphagus,
well fuck you can.
i drank your soul.
you are only a shell now. you hear me? i have your soul. in my belly.
(system of a down is now playing. makes me smile. i remember when no one around here listened to them...)
*sigh*
CapraSessoUomo=GoatSexMan.
there are peole who understand that.
they'll laugh.
i don't think anyone else will.
my hands started to cramp some time ago, yet i am still typing. hehe. how sad i must be.
my ponytail tickles my neck sometimes and makes me jump.
you ever get that feeling that there's someting crawling on your neck?
the skin and muscles tense up and you shiver.
godm i love that feeling.
its weird, i know.
but it's one of those sensations that remind you of just how alive you are.
maybe its the mass amounts of energy from that acursed drink,
but i'm feeling really alive right now.
(the heart-burn is driving me so crazy tho)
i just love ranting like this.
i don't have anyone in earshot right now, so this is a great way to just go.
i call it mind vomit.
or mind spewage.
i have a wall in my room i call my spew wall.
sometimes i just write and draw on it, with no apparent motivation.
i just go.
hehe, i live in a rental place.
so.. yeah, i'm going to get in trouble probably.
but that's why there's those mr clean magic erasers.
seriously, those things rock.
rock so hard.
i saw some cool ducks today.
just thought i'd share that little bit.
i need to shave, i believe.
i'm getting fuzzy. i don't like fuzz where i don't want it.
i once knew i guy that shaved all his body hair.
aside from his head, nothing.
(at least he said so, i never checked.)
"people, show me your hands please, i'd like to defile them with a sharpie, if it's not too much trouble."
don't ask.
i don't even know where that came from.
damn, my kingdom for a bloody tums.
heartburn is a bitch.
a bitch that should be slapped.
nit that i'd ever hit a woman.
thats just wrong.
if i ever see a guy hit a woman, i'd kick him in the nuts.
you. don't. hit. women.
period.
penguins on the other hand...
i'm not a fan of those monochromatic scourge of the earth.
some people know that.
if you didn't, now you do.
holy shit, i should wrap this up.
this must be my longest post so far.
thats cool.
well, to all my readers.
(do i have any readers?)
goodbye and goodnight.

right now, it's not bad. just a dull but annoyoing throbbing behind my eyes... rather painful, but
nothing new to me.
if you've never had a migraine, you're a damn lucky bastard. Imagine an
intense throbbing, a major pulsing pain behind your eyes. every noise brings a terrible stabing pain, almost like a giant
vice
squeezing at your eyes... terribly painful. i hate it. i'd rather get punched in the stomach than get a migraine.
there is some good in my future though.
currently i am on dial up internet service.
not very nice.
but, in six to ten buisness days,
i will be on highspeed.
my current dial up provider is people pc, and the service is less than stellar. in the past month i would say my connection has
peaked
at 41.2kbps, and that is very poor.
fortunately,
my future internet connection shall be 3mbps, which is a sizeable increase. something to be happy about.
i shall no longer wait hours to download a simple music video,
(that is very annoying)
<insert pause while i go to eat dinner>
it is now 5:43pm. i did not feel like eating, but it is probably best that i did eat a little.
i've been told i am too skinny.
that is wrong, in my opinon.
i feel like i am healthy. that is all that matters to me.
tho i will never let myself become terribly thin. or obese. that is gross.
enough blabbing about my body.
i took a rather refreshing shower not too long ago. that was nice, it helped me feel better.
tho the sound of the shower does nothing pleasant for my headache...
i am still feeling quite ill, so i shall wrap this up..
tho i do not think anyone reads this.
that is fine by me though.
 goodbye no one.

despite the fact that i am a non-paying member of this place, i have set up a rather attractive layout of my own.

    I'm drinking pineapple juice.. it burns a cut on the inside of my lip.. *tear falls*

    The chair i'm sitting in is horrible on my back...

      I wish this thing looked better... i'll create my own style at some point.

CURRENT ACTIVITY: Trying to comprehend the incredible amazingness that is the little PSP piece of technology i have.