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Mr. Sun at 5:23 PM

It has been three days now without the sun. No rain today but still no sunshine to dry up the puddles left a few days ago. I'm starting to get a little gloomy here. Today I just feel yuk and blah. Like a day spent in front of the TV watching cartoons for hours on end. I need the sun back!

Interesting Night at 12:08 AM

That was an interesting night. Went to a friend's birthday part at his house. Now keep in mind, he plays for the same team as I do and most of the people there do as well. Everyone is getting along, having a good time, being a little too loud for the neighbor's liking. So one of the four straight boys there gets asked if he likes the boys or girls. It's a common question with my friends since we mix pretty well and often.

The dude gets offended and for the next hour goes down the "I'm straight and better than you queers" road. Keeps saying how "you guys" are this and that. I have enough and the rest of us are like WTF? We get it. I tell him to chill and just have fun. Nobody cares one way or the other and nobody is coming on to him.

Apparently this is too much for him to handle. "I'll kill you like Mathew Sheaperd." Dead silence. Now if you don't know this, that's no laughing matter. The whole getting killed thing. Basically the whole night falls apart from that point on.

FYI stuff like that isn't funny. It's not ok. It doesn't establish that your straight just that your a prick ass. We don't care who you like or don't like. When in mixed company expect some questions. And just because you don't like the other sex doesn't mean you can't stand up for yourself or deal with guys who are too macho for their own good.

Whisper at 2:19 PM

You ever cross a busy street and a car stops to let you get across. In a gesture of thanks, "thanks for not denting you hood with my upper body and sending my shoes flying through the air," you stick your hand up, send them a little wave, and quietly say "thanks". Not like they can hear you say thank you. I usually say it so quiet that I can barely hear myself. You don't want to scream "Thank You!" at them because then everyone will think your freaking crazy. But it's more than just mouthing it. There's actual sound coming out. Why the hell do I do that. For now on they just get a little wave and smile. "Thank you for not hitting me with your giant truck, it would really ruin both our days if you hit me."

Movies at 11:27 AM

It's strange how much movies can affect our lives. A little over two hours of scenes tied together and they can stick with us the rest of our lives. I realized today that every milestone in my life is highlighted by a film. My first kiss, RENT. My first real relationship, Hedwig. My freshman year is Harald and Mod. Going back to senior year, I'm reminded of talking llamas. All these movies remind me of a certain time in my life. Every time I watch them or hear one of their songs it reminds me of the people and things in the past.

Attack!!! at 12:26 PM

You know that little Red Bull car that drives around town, it has the huge can on the back? Driving back from the gas station, one was leaving my apartment complex. In the seat next to me I had a bag full of Monster cans. I had stocked up, they had a sell 3 for $5. That's three cans for the price of a double grande mocha frapachino! (hmm apparently Frapachino is not in the dictionary of FireFox) Well I see the car coming toward me and had this overwhelming urge to roll my window down and launch a can at the little car. I had three cans, I could spare one. "Yes Sir," the dudes telling the police officer, "A can of Monster attacked my Red Bull mobile. It dented my six foot can!" One of those cans could do some major damage.