And what good is a heart that is slightly out of tune?
I seriously almost used this as an away message today:
Angel: "You know.... this is Justin Bentley's only day off this week."
God: "Well, let's hope his 1 day vac. is a blast! (thunderbolt) HAHAH!"
So a perfect t-storm washes any hopes of golf, swimming and basketball down the proverbial shitter. Ah well. There is always plenty of time to screw things up on indoor recess I soon proved. The com. upstairs blew out (It's a fucking e-machine ok!!? And I don't need a hug!!......) so my fam. picked up a new one for the library (If you can call a room stocked with pulp fiction and Goosebumps book a library) and my Sis inherits/gets for her b-day the other one, provided Dr. J. (note: that's so great that I was somehow able to reference a moment 2 days ago while watching NBA Finals pre-game with the amigos and 'Dr. J' Julius Erving came on, to which I announced that I should completely change my major, even if 0 credits change over, into pre-med only so I may go under that moniker henceforth) could find the problems with the other one. So with phillips head and cell phone camera in hands, I went about pulling wires, snapping pics of those small ones that control your lights on the front/will not let your com. start up if they are replaced even slightly adjacent to where they originally were, and then moving power supplies and motherboards to and fro, only discovering 1. 90 degree heat is just sunshine + lollipops when you start to get frustrated and b. that everything is basically fried. Fuck. No more run-on sentence or swearing (2 demerits). I need to get into an english class, I still feel I can put things I want into words more or less but I run on and on + I can't break things into paragraphs right + I use semi-colons like words I throw around without knowing the meaning (2 vices I giddlily allow myself). I mean how many times have I said something was a 'Catch-22' when you and I know damn well that it was not? Ha.
Well I put the two computers back together finally, just in time to dodge raindrops out the door and make off for Melissa's. We went down to Birmingham and I wish I could put all the wonderful feelings from tonight into a bottle, I know I'd be ok for good if I could. I don't know why I don't feel like going into details or even going further. I think I want to keep it all a secret. I'm sorry.
Angel: "You know.... this is Justin Bentley's only day off this week."
God: "Well, let's hope his 1 day vac. is a blast! (thunderbolt) HAHAH!"
So a perfect t-storm washes any hopes of golf, swimming and basketball down the proverbial shitter. Ah well. There is always plenty of time to screw things up on indoor recess I soon proved. The com. upstairs blew out (It's a fucking e-machine ok!!? And I don't need a hug!!......) so my fam. picked up a new one for the library (If you can call a room stocked with pulp fiction and Goosebumps book a library) and my Sis inherits/gets for her b-day the other one, provided Dr. J. (note: that's so great that I was somehow able to reference a moment 2 days ago while watching NBA Finals pre-game with the amigos and 'Dr. J' Julius Erving came on, to which I announced that I should completely change my major, even if 0 credits change over, into pre-med only so I may go under that moniker henceforth) could find the problems with the other one. So with phillips head and cell phone camera in hands, I went about pulling wires, snapping pics of those small ones that control your lights on the front/will not let your com. start up if they are replaced even slightly adjacent to where they originally were, and then moving power supplies and motherboards to and fro, only discovering 1. 90 degree heat is just sunshine + lollipops when you start to get frustrated and b. that everything is basically fried. Fuck. No more run-on sentence or swearing (2 demerits). I need to get into an english class, I still feel I can put things I want into words more or less but I run on and on + I can't break things into paragraphs right + I use semi-colons like words I throw around without knowing the meaning (2 vices I giddlily allow myself). I mean how many times have I said something was a 'Catch-22' when you and I know damn well that it was not? Ha.
Well I put the two computers back together finally, just in time to dodge raindrops out the door and make off for Melissa's. We went down to Birmingham and I wish I could put all the wonderful feelings from tonight into a bottle, I know I'd be ok for good if I could. I don't know why I don't feel like going into details or even going further. I think I want to keep it all a secret. I'm sorry.
posted by Healthy Obsession at 1:21 AM
4 Comments:
I just have to say that I really, really enjoy the lyrics of the recent song you posted up. Thanks for sharing. <3
i apologize for tainting your blog with a question, but you appear to be a genius on the matter...either that, or i am very ignorant when it comes to the many technical features of blogger.
could you please shoot me an email or reply with a comment explaining how in the world you were able to host slideshows and music clips in your profile/sidebar settings?
that is, if you don't mind sharing!
oh, and in case you didn't catch on - beautiful site!
hahha why thank you Char you are too nice to me
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no problem, thank you for the kind words, only I need your e-mail address... :-)
supern0va@hotmail.com --- the 0 is the number zero, not the letter "o"
thanks! :)
oh yeah...the name is mandy ;)
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