You said sammich, haha!!! Ok, my vote: no dreds, and i've got great reasons. (yeah, right.)

1.) Darren, Anne-Marie's old drugged-up boyfriend had dreds, and he was completely awful to her.

2.) Abby would hate you forever.

3.) I would hate you forever, not that you really care about that one.

4.) You would look like a freak.

Ok it's really screwed up.

Absolutely NO ONE is here. That really sucks.

Forgive me all, it's been a pretty bad/hectic day...got pwned on my fav. map, "fy_snow" on CS, I downloaded some cool upgrades for it but nothing works yet...apparently my proficiency in typing what they tell me to type isn't all that good. Whatever.

I did drive my dad's new car today tho. It's not so bad...2001 Oldsmobile Alero. It's a GM product, and that sucks really hard. But it's not so bad...ok, there's no horn. The CD player is really bad. And it smells AWFUL in there, no matter what we do. So if no one wants to get in any time soon, I definitely understand. It was hard to get me to drive it home because of that disgusting festering sheep corpse smell in there.

I finished a manual with all of the songs on Ignorance today too, this morning in fact. It looks really nice, presentable, etc. But it's just for looks, it has no real purpose yet...sell it for a million bucks on EBay in a few years tho :)

I went to Olive Garden after we bought the car today...god, that was funny. They gave us a table in the smoking section (first available seating, so hey, it happens) so that kinda sucked. But then I decided to act uncultured and started blowing bubbles into my Coke, making fun of the rednecks at the other table because they thought they were a bunch of wine buffs and decided to send the poor guy to get another wine to sample every three minutes, and the best part: mooing at my dish of veal when it got there and constantly referring to it as "baby hamburger". I named all three pieces too: Ignatius, Floyd, and Xander...I got full after Ignatz (his shortened name) and Xander, so Floyd is chillin' in the 'fridge, pun intended. On the way home I named the car GAM, or Gross Asshole Machine and blared The Beavis And Butt-head Experience on the CD player, which has some really good Nirvana and Megadeth on it.

Then I ran and got attacked by two dogs, TWO, count them. Tomorrow when I run I'm bringing something heavy to use on them. But hopefully I won't be running at 789274952734095720394572 o'clock again.

I'm going to go finish Floyd and braid my hair, all. Ciao for niao.

ONE MORE THING, NEEDS TO BE VOTED ON
I'm thinking about getting dreds, yes or no? And GOOD reasons for your decision, not little Rosie ones like "you would look like a freak".

Bonjour mes amis.

Well...I did it.

I beat LOTR (Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers) ENTIRELY. WOOT!

It only took...what...a month? Damn. But tonight I just entered I AM THE GREAT MASTER OF ELECTRONICS mode and totally pwnsaured that damned game. It's got the best replay value ever. For instance...you get ratings on every level, and if your rating sucks, well...too bad, you can do a redo, but who wants to do that? So at the end of the game, it lets you play every mission over with every character, and you get to keep the new rating. And THEN, you get an assload of cheats, and they don't affect your score at all if you use them. AND THEN, you get a new, secret character, which you can rebeat all ze missions with. WHAT A GREAT CONCEPT.

So now that I've pwnsaured that game I'm really screwed. I have nothing to do.

Tomorrow I get to help my dad pick out a new car...used, but um...yah, whatever. Bankruptcy loans are really hard to get, kids, don't be an asshat and get into debt up to you eyeballs like that asspelunker did. So I'm gonna do that, whereafter I get to take my dad's car ANYWHERE, that's going to be badass.

But even still (and I've made this argument with everyone), even with all this new-found freedom of "having a license" and "driving a car solo" and "going places" "" is really overrated...there's not much to do, really. You can hang out with friends, sure. But they'll get tired of hangin' eventually, maybe, if you act like an asshat and get out of hand when it comes to hanging out. And then there's money, which is nice, if you have any...you would need a job for that, and if you have a job, well, you can't just laze around with the car all day.

You could go to parks and stuff...that's what I'm going to do, go to parks and stuff. Try to finish Rhetoric, work on some songs, hang out, get a tan, perhaps? Tired of being pasty. Go to the library, the main one in Nashville is BADASS. Perhaps, go explore cool little rundown places in Nashville...like Issac Litton High? That place looks SO screwed up. And I could do some hanging out with my Nashvegas villains, and I could drive to B-hizood, too. So hey, I just discovered that having a car is going to kick a lot more ass that I thought it would, and that I actually have developed some semblance of a life. W00T!

I am SO hungry. I haven't been eating too much lately, but when I do, I can't seem to get full. Been makin' chicken sammiches at three in the morn lately, which is really fun.

Speaking of, I'm doing a cookbook online of my wonderful recipes, which include Chicken Sammich, Ham Sammich, Chocolate Milk, and Water as of now, complete with pictures, supply list, and full commentary! Working on chicken right now...I actually sound like I know what I'm doing, and that is just wrong when it comes to the kitchen. Ask my dearest Abby Mac, poor girl...subjected to my horrible, HORRIBLE chefing once...OH GOD. I still feel so bad. I knew I wasn't watching that grill and that I should be but...agh. I should start memorizing pizza numbers for when we have company. AGH.

I AM SO SORRY ABBY, I AM AN AWFUL COOK, AND THAT'S A TOTAL BLASPHEME TO YOUR BEING, BEING AS THOU ART ZE MASTER CHEF AND ALL.

Speaking of which, Abby says she is going to teach me to cook a dish with a name longer than two words...that really hurts my head. I can make "Chicken Sammich" (and I know I'm spelling "sandwich" wrong, by the way), not "Butterflied Whimsical Scallopini Du Jour With Defenestration of Prague In A Light Tartar Sauce". But hey...I trust she'll know what she's doing, and perhaps it'll rub off? Ok, too hopeful. There's not a force in this damned world that can crack my thick-foreheaded, retarded brain, not even the most wonderful girlfriend imaginable.

I developed my pics today. Apparently they don't develop "art" anymore. THAT'S RIGHT KIDS! They eliminated my inner-pocket shot entirely! I mean come ON. It was ART! They KILLED IT!

This is me yelling really loud:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

I hate them I hate them I hate them.

But I feel accomplished cuz I beat LOTR so there. And some of the pics came out durned good, so I'm still stoked out of my mind. I have TWO, count'em, TWO pictures of ze Camillion (aka, Camille), my wonderful pusscat. And two of Abby, my wonderful girlfriend. And one of my black eye, and one of me at five in the morning. And one of Alex lighting a bottle rocket. And one of my hand holding a lit bottle rocket, poised to throw it at Alex, who is fleeing in the darkness in the background (that one went off in my hand, by the way...ouch). And several more of the cats and dogs, one of the inside of the piano, two or three of some writing on my hands. And I turned the cam on myself and randomly took a pic and it turned out really good. And my dad took a standing one of me, so I've got that. And I have some of my parents, and I have outside on my front porch, and I have one of a cool tree at the church.

I hope you're not reading all of that, but if you are, I really applaud you, because you are really bored, just like me.

I'm going to watch a movie about a gay drag bar now (The Birdcage). G'noight all.

HI all.

Two things. One, there is a huge storm outside and I'm about to get totally pwned by it. It's really big. Pray for me, just as I'll be praying for the rest of you. Hope we don't haven't another repeat of that shiet before...I wouldn't have a chance of surviving at my dad's house.

Second of all, I can't believe how degraded the Jerry Springer show has become. Yah, it was bad back in the day...the constant cussing, the people taking off their shirts/pants to make a point, and sure, that's bad. But it gets worse...now the audience has become totally corrupted. When anyone asks a question (especially hot girls) or when someone gets into an argument, it's no longer "KICK HIS/HER ASS!", it has now become, "TAKE IT OFF!" They don't want to fight, they want an excuse to see some skin. I guess that makes sense, sure. But jeezus, what a level of degradation. Pretty soon, Jerry's gonna be just one big televised bacchanal, killing and raping on the twelve o' clock tube.

THE END IS NEAR, REPENT SINNERS. But while we're at it, let's enjoy ourselves by watching a lot of dumbasses beat the shit out of each other and strip down to their birthday suits and rub dubious substances on one another.

Ah...cable...

Alex would like to say to all:

[nothing] [gives the finger] says, "Fuck off."

He is over here right now, and we are playing cool games, looking at pics of decapitated people, watching CKY, making really funny music videos (Alex is now lead guitarist, he is god), and eating good stuff. We were going to walk to necessary ten miles to Taco Bell, but chickened out due to the fact that we don't want to get shot real bad, so we didn't. Alex says we can go there tomorrow. And I agree.

Now, were going to do something else. Pus...I mean, Alex wants to go to sleep. It's only three and a half you fuck. What the HELL dude? You're such a woman. Only women go to sleep early. That leaves the men to sit around and drink and smoke expensive cigars/weed (at Alex's request). Ok, I'm going to shut up now so as to not get in trouble with women any more than I already will (especially with Abby...*tears* I miss her so).

Alright kids. G'nite for now. Wow, it's cool that I can type so good.

Hiya dudes et dudettes.

Something's wrong with my body. First, I was doing some moving for a friend of my dad's so my whole body is sore...understandable. I also sprained my wrist while trying to do creative football catches. Also understandable.

The thing I don't understand...one, my joints are killing me, it hurts to move anywhere, I always moan a lot when I do. I attributed this to growing pains or something until the burns started...at the same places, there's these burns that make the skin on those places feel like it's going to tear in half. It's not visible either...it's like it's under the skin. But it's definitely there.

So that's kind of disturbing.

But anyway...god am I sore. Not only moving, there was the failed Flying Squirrel dive, the failed Buttbuster on the diving board (I hit my legs hard on the board going under), the bad dive for the football...that was really funny tho. It was all good until I tried to jump backwards for one and landed on my hand. Ouch, but it feels loads better now, versus then. And there were countless bumps and scrapes with furniture trying to get it inside and down THOUSANDS of stairs...at least, that's what it felt like. And I burned some skin on my knuckle. It was the weirdest thing ever, I got my hand caught a bit between a car and a drawer I was carrying outside, and it seriously cooked the skin on my knuckle. It hurt like a bitch too. But then I had some kind of strawberry-flavoured Sobe and it took my mind off it it.

That strawberry Sobe stuff is really good, by the way. I know it's one of those "cool people" drinks but they're incredibly good.

I ran at 11:30 today...it seems that everyone lets their dogs free at night, and leave the gates open and stuff, so that the dogs can come out and socialize. Unfortunately, Nashville dogs in their East Nashville environment have become more bellicose than most dogs. These dogs are killers. So needless to say, today's run was a great cardiovascular workout, and the expression "don't look back" is incredibly applicable, to emotional situations and otherwise. Scruffy and I learned that lesson very well today, he as the teacher, of course. And if anybody is watching these dogs trying to gore me, they sit there and laugh. Nevermind the fact that I'm just a kid, one that tries to reason with these dogs before they devour a part of my hand. They laugh even harder when I use, in a very soothing voice, the words "puppy" and "good boy". This often amuses the dogs too, tho to a different degree, I might add.

I haven't slept since Friday, and here I am up again, high on coffee (really late dinner) and reading about Drunks With Guns and Tad. The underground grunge movement was amazing.

Until til next time kids. "Ah, the joys of bathing."