I hate needles…

With a passion.

There is not a drop of creativness in my writing today, I have tried to just sit down and write about the topic for my paper, but nothing, and I mean nothing comes up. So I finally made myself shit some stuff out, and I must say, for defecated material, it isn’t that bad. Alas, it is only the introduction. It is 7:00 already, and I have only written the introduction, albeit a page and a half of words and sentences, it is still only 1 and a half pages of 15. So, new game plan, I have until April 29th to finish the entire thing for a grade, and I plan jon writing about an hour or two everynight, until I am finished. That should work.
I guess now what I am going to do, is eat dinner, and then take david’s advice. celebrate an “almost finished” paper. To those of you who will be there tonight, I will see you there. To those of you who will not be there tonight, why the hell aren’t you coming?

I am going to start my 15 page research paper now, I don’t want anybody to stop me from doing my work (please, somebody stop me) I am going to sit here and work until the paper is done, or almost done, and then I am going to go to david’s party to chill out. I need some fucking caffiene. I need patience. I need an A.

Another depressing car day.
Another break-down scene in the middle of a busy intersection.
Another deceptivly friendly car mechanic telling me how good he is with cars.
Another $300 down the shitter.

The night was filled with sirens, loud obnoxious, warnings. Bright blue flashes, similar to the “made for tv” explosions and bombings we are used to seeing on CNN and NBC. Loud booming thunder, the kind that shakes the ground and vibrates the windows above your head as you (try to) sleep. The weather map, filled with red, blinking red. Not that there seems to be much of a difference between red and blinking red, except blinking red has always appeared more violent.
Night fades into day, and the morning sun was not willing to show up the sleepless night of thunder and lightning. I kept saying that it didn’t seem much brighter outside at noon than it did at 6:00.
It will let up, it will calm down, and then I will wish it was happening again.
I will wish that the excitment, no matter how tiresome, and sleepless I may be, would have continued. The excitement that only nature can provide. Drowning houses in tears, shaking the ground in its mad furry, and bombing the sky with bright explosions in the night.

This has been a long tiresome weekend, so let me start from the beginning and trickle my way down to now…
My car has no hope of starting on its own now, so it has been parked in the carport collecting dust until I can either fix it myself, or have somebody else fix it for me. Because my car is still on hiatus, Erika has been gracious enough to take me to work, and let me borrow her car when I needed it. She even let me go geocaching
Friday night we had Bret and Melissa (not to mention, Oliver) over for pizza. After Melissa left with a hyperactive Oliver, Bret stayed to watch 8-Mile with us. I have to admit it was not as bad as I thought it to be. Don’t get me wrong, it had absolutely no oscar potential (as those of you who watched the awards have known for quite some time now) but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.
Saturday night was a busy one, first stop, the Cuban Art Auction. Let’s just put it this way, lots of art, lots of rich people, and lots of money trading hands. It was good fun though. Free food, free drinks, colorful and intriguing art. From there we left to go home, only to get ready to go to David’s place. The discusion on the flavor of Filet Mingon alone made Erika feel better about not going. But I had a great time, got to hang out with my friends. Saw the movie Cheese, great flick. I think it was the line “Why would the computer need canibus, and what the fuck is a D drive?” that got me going the most. Hillarious.
Sunday was more or less a day of work for me. Tried to work on my car only to find out that the job that had to be preformed was way out of my range. I mean, having to lift the damn motor just to change the alternator is a bit much. Went to my grandmother’s house to mow her lawn and do other yard work. Then took her to the grocery store. She was very happy to have me get that stuff done. I also finally took the computer over to her place for her to use. She was also excited about that. Just need to do a couple more things on it before she is ready to use it I think. Took the lawn mower and weed-eater back to my parents’ house. That’s when my mom told me that David Bloom Died in Iraq. Sad, I have watched him as a reporter for years, and it just seems so strange that he is no longer alive. As Erika and I were leaving their house, my mom starts to pull all of these candles out from under a desk in the bar room to give to us, I was thinking “hell yeah, free stuff.” So now I am here typing again. That was my weekend. It gets an overall rating of 7 out of 10

Anyone want to buy a car?
This brand new car (in 1987) is a luxery edition Honda Accord features a sweet (1 speaker) sound system with (1 disc) CD changer. Be a part of the nightlife with stylish (standard pop-up low-beam) headlights and (broken) tail lamps.

Did you ever get a song stuck in your head that you couldn’t get out for days? For some reason or another I have had Dave Matthews’ When the World Ends playing over and over again. I don’t there could be a better time for this, I mean quite frankly, we could be bathing in nuclear winter if we don’t watch out.

Watch the world fade away to nothing. The room filled thick with aeromatic smoke. Fire blazing across the street, but it goes unoticed. In the distance the faint whine of sirens fill the air. The chaos causes a strange sense of serenity as we burn another one.
Silence starts to sweep over everything. The painful screams, car alarms and sirens have stopped. Nothing but the sound the wind makes whipping through a deserted city.
Daylight fades into night casting shadows from the city of ruins.

The explosion of pins, the laughing, bitching at inanimate objects for not falling, the subtle “atta-boys” and the not so subtle ones. This was guy’s night and soon to be a tradition. No colorful mixed drinks. No romantic comedies. Just beer, cigarettes and a good time. All i am saying is that we must do this again.

Erika didn’t speak to me this morning other than a few mumbles. I don’t know if she was mad at me or if she was just sleepy.
If she was mad, did it have any thing to do with me? Was it because I went out last night? Is it because my car is broken and she is just frustraded? Too many questions.
I suppose she is feeling a little better. She called me to do lunch, but I guessed I fucked up by not going with her. I just didn’t feel like it. I don’t know, maybe I am thinking too much. Maybe the whole world is collapsing in on me and I have know way to stop it. Chicken Little was right. The roof of the world is leakinq and the Chineese water tourture is leaking on my head.

Troubled by the events of my past, I look at where I have come.
Strange to think how we have all gotten to our current stage in life. Pause for a moment, but only for a moment, any longer and the small intracacies will be overwhelming, think of where you are now and how you got there. amazing isn’t it? Put a little more thought into it and you start to realize that if certain small events did not occur, you would probably not be where you are now. (ok I know I am starting to sound like an introductory psychology book, but stick with me here) It’s these small “building blocks” that makes who we are. Look back at that small piece of candy you stole from the convenience store. How has that one small event changed your life? What i am trying to suggest is that everything, no matter how small, has affected your life in a meaningful way.
ok, thats enough of my bitching