Why Will, not that I seek your blood...argh, no. I was just thinking the other day..."Man...where's Will?" And for all intents and purposes, thou wert dead. But now you're back and it's definitely you, with one of the better Rosie slams I've ever heard, I about had an aneurysm when I read the "make concessions" part and I still laugh out loud when I do read it...which unfortunately for me, since the cool "I can see the posts and make one" format of the BLog is up, I'm reading it every minute and drawing ever closer to said aneurysm.

There's a whole situation, really? Boy howdy, I'm feeling left out.

And Linds understands exactly what I meant when I said 97 Oligarchy Pie Amongst The Burning Corpsed Doo-Wah? I swear, she's the only one left among all of us. And not a sarcastic cowgirl in the least. Heheh.

Guys!...

I'm pregnant!

Some background...I hate Papa John's pizza, I think it's really gross. And I hate Grape Faygo, I don't like grape carbonateds most of the time. So...guess what I had for din-din tonite? Some of you may need rocket science degrees before figuring this one out.

I'M PREGNANT! At least I hope so, for crying out loud. We went to get a movie (and I really need to give a note on that in a second), and there's a Papa John's right next door, and it smelled really fraggin' goot for some reason, and I turned to my dad and said, "Let's get some frickin' Papa John's" He hates it to, but he goes, "Ok," So we did.

And also...Gardetto's snack mix kicks major ass. And whilst walking around Sam's today with father looking for the most random shit in the world (baby wipes and ant traps...put down the hashpipe, dad!) I came across the LARGEST BAG OF GARDETTO'S IN EXISTENCE. So we bought it, and here I am happily indulging every rye chip I can find, and, of course, being a little candy ass and downing another great can of Grape Faygo.

I hate my life, it was a boring day.

But I wrote a bunch of new songs! Gutter Ballad, Tainted, Asphyxiate, Into The Outside, and finishing work on Abby's song, which she has so tenatively titled, Abby Song...well it had a The, but I cut it off for intrigue's sake...I hope she likes it, the song. It sounds nice...it's one of those like Jerry's that are really nice and I could sit around and play for a few hours and like it better each time I hear it. And that's weird from me, cuz I hate most of my own stuff after a while. Cry. And...I'm no poet so the words probably are really really sappy and I'll just sit here going, "Well isn't that nice, heheh."

Augh.

I'm so tired it's not funny. Here's lookin' at you, kids.

hahaha!!! that's great

ummm he meant that Will was dead because he wasn't talking...
Not because of whatever you're thinking of....

Why is Will dead? And has Rosie talked to you about that whole situation? And if she has, she needs to keep her mouth shut. (Love ya, Rosie!)

Of course that made sense, Josh, why wouldn't it... I knew exactly what you were talking about...yeah...

O probly I shall, I shall. It's only on PMSing days that I actually get all moody and introspective...however frequent they may be.

Linds, it's sad. We're the only ones talking anymore on zis BLog. Sigh.

Will is dead for all intents and purposes too.

Well that's alright, because 97 Oligarchy Pie Amongst The Burning Corpsed Doo-Wah? If that made any sense to you, you need to get your brain recolour'd.

I said that because I need to get mine recolour'd too. Heheheh.

Here's lookin' at you, kids.

We're back to the standard farewell- I think he's gonna make it out of this one alive.

O my, I didn't notice how flagrantly I said, "and because my mom will be marrying Glen sometime soon." Heheheh.

No, not really, but I figure as such by this point. I'm still puzzled as to why he hasn't gone and be'd a loser and sprung that shit up already. Not that we've met him...he doesn't even come to the door to get my mom, he calls from behind tinted windows on a cell phone. My mom says the reason we haven't met him is so that "You don't get too attached in case things don't work out." I mean...ok. We'll get attached, sure, because I have, let's see...no girlfriend? Nope, I've got Abby...no friends? Naw, lots of good friends...no biological father around? Hmm, I've got that too...so THAT, friends, is exactly why I would become attached to him and the separation anxiety would simply be too much for me and lead me to death.

...

It's all just so dumb.

Well I didn't go to school today. Hoo-ah! I've been under influence of Quil du Ni all day, and it was wonderful. Great for dreamless sleep. I'm pretty sure I'm already biologically addicted and I'll die without it tonite, but I already feel pretty durn good, altho the acetaminophen takes a long time to wear off with me, so I dunno if I'm actually better or the drugs and doing what the bloody hell they're supposed to be doing.

I watched The Two Towers today...:in a word, "Eh." In another, "It's alright." And another, "It was ok." Perhaps another, "I've seen much better." Et cetera. Ok, all that BS to say, yes it was dynamic and huge and totally captured the feel of the book...shakily in places, as it always has done...but...the acting in this one wasn't half as good as in The Fellowship of the Ring. Maybe since Ian McKellen wasn't around all of them at the same time to whip their asses into shape, because he is an ass-bad soldier. But eek...it was some rough acting. And what happened to the battle sequences? Yah they were large scale and heads rolled and stuff...but they still paled in comparison with the first one. I think that with this movie, they aimed for size, and boy-o-boy did they get it. If not anything else, there's a lot of frickin' extras in this mofo.

Well...I'm going to go do something else to waste my time.

Here's lookin' at you, kids.

YOUR MOTHER IS MARRYING GLEN??? WHY DON'T YOU CALL ME WHEN IMPORTANT INFORMATION LIKE THAT IS GIVEN OUT??? ARE YOU INSANE??? sorry, slight overreaction. Is she seriously marrying him though?

Diet? I wish, I wish. I'm seriously about to dip below 150 for the first time since I was in sixth grade...that's loco. And the best part is, I'm not doing anything at all. Probably another growth spurt. Abby can tell you the vocals have been cracking like a mofo. I just ate about a thousand pounds of cow, but I know that I'm going to wake up tomorrow and be 149.5.

Don't get ulcers or ulcer-like things, kids, they're bad and they make you want to take opiates so that you can eat without getting killed.

I set things on fire tonight! Boards and stuff! We did hardcore racing trixxx with Seth's 30+ MPH RC car. Remember those remote control cars that used to be so cool? Well they've been advancing the technology on these suckers...they can top at about 70 MPH now. The only reason they can't go higher is because the frames aren't strong enough...the torque twists them to pieces over a certain point. But it's seriously the coolest thing in the world watching a little RC going as fast as a street car.

They have races for this kind of thing, so Seth and one of his friends started the "L337 Racing Team", and I got drafted today, so I guess I'm in. And since my mom is going to be married to Glen sometime soon I'm going to milk him for all he's worth and get a real frickin' expensive top-of-the-line RC and just take it out on weekends and make some money with it.

Glen...

Rraugh.

Well, I won't be an EMO kid and trouble you all any longer. I was at Seth's and Abby called and I missed it, and now it's past 9:30 so I can't call back without getting busted...and I've caused enough trouble today....so I'm going to go cry in my room now and pretend that I don't hate myself.

cheers, mates

what diet are you on?!

I did again today...I dropped another pound. Wowwie.

That's really weird considering I've been eating nothing but junk the past couple o' days...it's been fast-food central. No mothers about to feed us. And I'm sick...allergies I think...and that really uber sucks. And I have to do homework, too.

Wow, life is cool

Well, except for Abby, of course.

Did you weigh at the same time both days though? You're weight fluctuates about five pounds from morning till night. So weigh at the same time two days in a row.

Well so fars...

The bloodwork says I'm ok...no malignant tumors or anything like that. That was nice to hear.

The X-rays haven't come back yet, or haven't been processed, or something. The doctors are liking to be lazy. But that's ok because...well I dunno why, but it's alright. I can't have any caffeine (sadness! not that I drink it, but sadness!) until the barium gets processed, else it hardens in my intestines and I die! W00t!

And also...I'm getting sick! And that's never a good sign! At least now it's reasonably safe to assume that I can drink peach tea again. And eat chocolate chip cookies...that's the staple food around here for the day. Hoo-ah! Altho I lost another couple o' pounds overnight pretty much. I was 156 with all of my clothes on...that's about 153 in reality. So today, with shorts on today I weighed in at 152.5...shoes and all. That works out to 151, about.

But enough about all that. I'll probably be getting the reports back on Tuesday, that way all of you can determine when to make fun of me for eating nothing rabbit food for three weeks!

Here's lookin' at you, kids.

So what'd the doc say?