me, in a nutshell.
it's a sure thing that i love dr. steve brule and "tell all your friends" more than anything on this earth. i like, majestic weekends with more colors that you'll know, visiting senor dack janiels at inappropriate times, hating the number 5 every once and a while, realizing that arm hairs exist, being astonished when you realize how much good a group of headbands can do to a small volleyball team, thinking that i know that 96% of the people in my classes think that i'm a crack head, i'm the other 3%, nose exhales, toxic ooze from the late 80s kept in mason jars, not getting mad at anything, heat seeking missles, inebriated mustache infused jargon about jet planes, but not really about jet planes, when people act cool but they tend to use the wrong to/two/too/their/there/they're, not knowing what i'm doing 90% of the time, satan participating in clear sky bordered breathing purple lung cloud births, never taking the last of anything because it makes me feel like a douche, until about 1/2 an hour later that you realize everyone feels the same about not taking the last of whatever it is and it goes to waste, being respectful to people who deserve, which is everyone, except witches, but i haven't met a witch yet, sandwitch, newport 100s on everyday occasions, a lady in a blue dress, imagining having the ability to produce beastly death growls, window wells without safety guards, pre-corpse corpses that associate themselves with me, meowcohol, repeating stair oriented patterns that make you question ships in bottles, pirates, being a pirate, but not talking like a pirate, switching the first letters in words to make them sound interesting, teaching people things that seem to have a huge impact on their lives, to bad that's never happened, the fact that no one truly knows who i am, wanting to learn magic from a certain person that can't be named because she'd punch my head off if i told, melting bones, smoke skulls produced from the skulls of people, ragdoll physics, yeah i'm sick i'm sick i'm sick that's it, trying to imagine what all of the stars are, mind blowing, science, high top spurred whale dix, getting huge'd, the sound the ball makes when it passes a barrier on the wii bowling curve control training seshion place, not knowing what to talk about, until i know what to talk about and then never say it, or do say it and it doesn't come out right whatsoever, jawesome, clawesome, switchblades, missing my old pug spunky, people who read this far, seriously, wat, hats off to you ladies and or gentlemus, if you got the reference please tell me, the fact that i could never date jasmine when i was younger, painting, wanting a pet tiger named christopher or edgar, rick moranis, and not being afraid of him, yelling profanities in restaurants that make families highly uncomfortable and awkward'd out, saying n shit, nd shit, training wheels with mountable crab claws, not knowing how the hell all of this stuff slowly creeps str8 into my brain, not knowly truing who i am myself, truing is a word? sick, tony hawk's pro skater 2, uncontrollable depth perception, GEMZ, and i'm not even going to say i like art in general because that's too general, horizons, black holes, cobblestones, being injured and being totally unaware of it until about 20 minutes later and then it of course being painful as soon as you see it, hangnails, i've got shorter fingernails than you, don't believe me, we'll have a showdown, girls with nice eyebrows, not_even joking, not being able to make up my mind about everything, sweet berry wine, dogs and or cats that open just one eye, or put their eyebrows up and turn their heads, being patient, and of course doing absolutely nothing but lurking myspace for hours on end thinking of better things to do
turns out that's one of the best things to do pretty much all the time, fml
