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has anybody heard from Joel?
....*sniff, sniff* i miss him. to bad he never talks to me.

...dumb kidney...
i told Kyle i would post like a week ago. it's beeeeeeeen......yep, 7 days since i posted last! wee!! a personal best! ....anyway:

PogChamp83 (10:50:23 PM): where's your new blog?
gstreet4life (10:52:30 PM): ha
gstreet4life (10:52:37 PM): i never published
gstreet4life (10:52:44 PM): cause i never finished
gstreet4life (10:53:09 PM): i've had this blog-edit window open on my computer for like 6 days

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Session concluded at 10:59:26 PM

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PogChamp83 (10:28:23 PM): YOU BLO NOW

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Auto response from gstreet4life (10:28:23 PM): somewhere.... out there.

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PogChamp83 (10:28:26 PM): BLOG
PogChamp83 (10:28:27 PM): BLOG
PogChamp83 (10:28:28 PM): BLOG
PogChamp83 (10:28:29 PM): BLOG
PogChamp83 (10:28:30 PM): BLOG
PogChamp83 (10:28:34 PM): NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW

yes, finally i will post. this is for Kyle.

listening to::
Five Iron. i just noticed that they changed their website again. that's irritating, because i doesn't have all the stuff it used to. it just shows their tour dates now. blargh. ooooooh, i remembered my password for their forum.

and now::
my mom thinks that my kidney is hurt again somehow. she keeps asking me when i want to go to the doctor.... oh, i already said this before...i'm gonna check my DeadAIM log.
....................................................................aha!
okay, i'm just going to copy/paste this conversation that i had with Jenna, bc i don't feel like explaining it again.

projenz99 (9:53:46 PM): hope you're ok!

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Auto response from gstreet4life (9:53:46 PM): yuck... i hate my kidney

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projenz99 (10:54:44 PM): whats wrong with your kidney now
gstreet4life (10:55:06 PM): i think it's just a stomach ache
gstreet4life (10:55:18 PM): but it's in the same place my kidney hurt
projenz99 (10:56:43 PM): thats weird
gstreet4life (10:57:41 PM): my mom was giving me the spanish inquisition when i told here where it hurt
gstreet4life (10:58:13 PM): bc she called her friend who knows about medical stuff
gstreet4life (10:58:21 PM): and she told her what to ask me
gstreet4life (10:59:37 PM): she keeps asking if she should call our doctor and stuff
projenz99 (10:59:52 PM): well are you gonna call the doc?
gstreet4life (11:00:41 PM): i really just think that i'm plain old sick
gstreet4life (11:00:45 PM): because i'm not hungry
gstreet4life (11:00:54 PM): and stuff seems normal
gstreet4life (11:01:11 PM): and i haven't done anything to injure it again
gstreet4life (11:01:27 PM): it started hurting last night like right after we ate dinner
projenz99 (11:02:15 PM): well... sounds like your keeping an eye on it just in case
gstreet4life (11:02:35 PM): yeah, i am
gstreet4life (11:02:49 PM): if i hurts tomorrow i might go

so anyway, i'm home from Junior High Youth tonight because i'm sick or something. i'm also totally tired. today at Sears we got two trucks in instead of the usually on that comes on Wednesday. both were packed with good ol' refridgerators, washers, dryers, tools electronics, and yes, you guessed it, fourteen of the dreaded 50" cut Craftsman Deluxe Garden Tractor with the massive 25 HP Twin-V Kohler engines!!!!. well, okay, it was only like seven assorted riding lawn mowers, but i doesn't it sound more impressive if it was "fourteen of the dreaded 50" cut Craftsman Deluxe Garden Tractor with the massive 25 HP Twin-V Kohler engines???? anyway, that sure was a fun time, and it was funny when we got finished because there was so much stuff in our stock area that you couldn't walk around, so we had to climb over boxes to get back into the store. anyway, that was a dumb story. just wait, i've got more bad stories.

i don't use my Palm Pilot much. or, i should say: i didn't use my Palm much at school, because i had my computer to keep up with dates. unfortunately, i cannot get my computer on the internet here, which means i pretty much use this computer for everything. also unfortunately, this means that my computer doesn't get used too much. it just sort of sits on my desk and i watch the screensaver as i go to sleep at night. it's a great one. i found it here. mmmm...it's so pretty and mesmerizing, it makes me sleepy watching it....mmmmmmmmmmmmm
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNYYYYYWAY
i'm sure you're wondering what all this has to do with my Palm Pilot. or maybe you're not, and you're just wishing i wouldn't write about it any more. well, too bad.
so anyway, i started using my Palm again to help me keep my work schedule and youth events straight. i just happened to be checking stuff out on it, and i came across my "To Do List". this is what it says:

1. Say hi to a jew
2. Kiss your roomate
3. Glare at an indian

now, i know for certain that i did not write those notes. i have a very good assumption on who commandeered my Palm and wrote that To Do List, and to that person, i say: "Raleigh, NC"

okay, enough of that::
i only have one more thing to say, and i think Kyle said it best...

gstreet4life (9:50:56 PM): are you putting it into your blog?
PogChamp83 (9:51:09 PM): nahh
PogChamp83 (9:51:14 PM): sprokets
gstreet4life (9:51:16 PM): hehe...you should
gstreet4life (9:51:23 PM): or i will
gstreet4life (9:51:30 PM): put this conversation in there
gstreet4life (9:51:39 PM): unless you don't want me to
PogChamp83 (9:51:44 PM): no, we must keep the power of sprockets confined to those that can harness it
gstreet4life (9:51:50 PM): .....mmmmm
gstreet4life (9:51:51 PM): ok
gstreet4life (9:52:03 PM): that's sort of confusing

yeah, think about that one.
goodnight everybody

more fun with people that think i'm somebody else

today::
Mr. Carroll told me to come in an hour later today...oh man, was that nice... wow, i love sleeping till 9am. taking engineering classes these last two semesters haven't been conducive to that. so anyway, i go in to work at 9:30, and Mr. Carroll says that one of the delivery guys told a customer he would set up the two TVs/DVDplayers/VHSplayers that he was delivering. well, the delivery guys aren't supposed to hook up electronics (because they usually don't know how), so he shouldn't have promised he would do it. anyway, it was my job to go to this guy's house in Trappe and hook everything up. okay, so this guy's current setup is one of the most confusing jumble of wires ever. luckily, i was changing pretty much all of his stuff out, so i didn't have to deal with the old stuff except for his satellite hook ups. it still took me two hours, and by the end of the time the guy must have thought i didn't really know what i was doing. argh...i usually can do that kind of stuff in no time at all, but i managed to set up the first TV wrong about five times before i got it right. wow. boy that was irritating. i'm sure it doesn't sound like much, but it was annoying to me. so i get back to work, and the Tuesday truck has come in. argh..man, i was working non-stop until after six. well, that's not a bad thing i suppose...but now i'm tired.

i went straight from work to Bailey's softball game. i was in line for a cheeseburger, and Cousin Lewis came up behind me and stuck his ring-pop-candy-thing on me. i asked him not to do that, so he got a mustard packet and emptied it onto the back of my shirt. argh. that boy is really aggrivating sometimes. and then the other part of the time he's just a cute, funny little kid.

for some reason, mom has this little pin with a manger scene or something on it. Cousin Lewis sees it and tells mom he wants it. she says he can have it if he tells everybody around about the manger scene. so Cousin Lewis put on the pin and goes around to every person in the stands and tell them one by one about baby Jesus, the star, Mary and Joseph, ...you know all that good stuff. it was really cool. he would stand right in front of people watching the softball game and talk to them, even if they didn't want to hear it. like i said, sometimes he's really irritating, sometimes he's really cute.

now...about the people that think i'm somebody else::

okay, so that girl that thinks i'm "kyle" was talking to me again today. she just doesn't make any sense to me. i've told her numerous times over the last month or two that i'm not kyle, and they she just doesn't believe me. here's our conversation from earlier today::

Latino4ever1312 (8:01:08 PM): hey
Latino4ever1312 (8:01:15 PM): kyle
gstreet4life (8:07:09 PM): guess again
Latino4ever1312 (8:07:18 PM): your kyle
gstreet4life (8:07:39 PM): no, try again
Latino4ever1312 (8:07:46 PM): your kyle
gstreet4life (8:08:14 PM): wrong again... one more guess
Latino4ever1312 (8:08:22 PM): kyle
gstreet4life (8:08:38 PM): ouch... man, you really can't figure this out, huh?
Latino4ever1312 (8:08:46 PM): who r u
gstreet4life (8:09:00 PM): i've told you like 2 or 3 times already
Latino4ever1312 (8:09:03 PM): your kyle
gstreet4life (8:09:17 PM): oh man...
Latino4ever1312 (8:09:19 PM): whats you name then
gstreet4life (8:09:23 PM): bryan
gstreet4life (8:09:29 PM): same as last time you asked
Latino4ever1312 (8:09:31 PM): kyle
gstreet4life (8:09:34 PM): haha
Latino4ever1312 (8:09:42 PM): kyle told me this was his sn
gstreet4life (8:10:01 PM): that's weird, because it's mine

wow...what an interesting day. for the last hour Mom, Mike, Aunt Sherri, Mema, and Bailey have been sitting in the living room and telling old stories. it's always fun to hear these stories, especially the ones i don't remember.
Mike just claimed that his mom was the quintessential "don't do that" mother.

read this


talking with Jennifer about intercession::

Jenniferocious14 (8:28:09 PM): intersession has confirmed my everlasting hate for chemistry
gstreet4life (8:28:26 PM): oh, i know that hate
gstreet4life (8:28:45 PM): i became familiar with it 1st semester
Jenniferocious14 (8:28:55 PM): i bet
Jenniferocious14 (8:29:23 PM): i've decided that the only use for chemistry is to learn how to make bombs so you can blow up chemistry books
gstreet4life (8:30:28 PM): hehe

"you have googly-pants!! you have googly-pants!!"--cousin Lewis, earlier today

wow...i should video tape that kid. he's crazy.
i can't really think of anything good tonight, so i'm going to go play video games instead.

...family in town...

listening to::
Cousin Lewis yelling "you are a fat buccaneer!" and other funny insults. it shouldn't be funny, but it is.

argh...i can't get the user-comments thing to work. i think Allan said he was having trouble with it too.

nothing good to say, but i'm going to put something here anyway

so we're at senior high youth last night...there's a table with what looks like a bunch of free stuff on it. there's a bowl on the table, and it's filled with different flavors of Rolaids. of course, Nick and i decide to eat some. we end up both eating a pack each, which is about 10 of 'em. i'm not really sure why we eating them. i suppose we weren't considering that afterward we might feel sick. here's a peice of a conversation we had on AIM after youth...

NinnjaBuck: man, I shouldn't have eaten all of those whatevers
gstreet4life: you mean the Rolaids, right?
NinnjaBuck: yeah, those are the ones
gstreet4life: yeah, i'm feeling it too
NinnjaBuck: sugarness
gstreet4life: nasty things
NinnjaBuck: def
gstreet4life: supposed to help indigestion
NinnjaBuck: really? I thought they were candies... woops
gstreet4life: hehe
NinnjaBuck: :-)
NinnjaBuck: ah well
gstreet4life: but when you're not indigested, i don't think you're supposed to eat that many
NinnjaBuck: ah.. well, too late for what I should and shouldn't have done....
gstreet4life: hehe

argh!! why can't i find FrontPage?
i mean, i know it's on here somewhere...

gstreet4life: argh...why can't i find frontpage
NinnjaBuck: maybe you're looking on the back
NinnjaBuck: try flipping it over
gstreet4life: hahahahaahhaaha

listening to::
mom cleaning the dishes. ....eh............maybe i should be helping. hmm.... well, i'm leaving in like 5 minutes anyway.

okay, so usually when i include IM conversations in my posts, i copy/paste them from my DeadAIM log into FP2k2. that way i can get all the pretty formatting and colors without coding it myself....but nooooooo, not this time. FrontPage has succeeded in hiding itself from me. and now you're going to have to deal with stupid plaintext AIM conversations until i can find it again. HA!

and now::
those weird people that think i'm this "Kyle" kid are talking to me again. this is the girl who's very persistant.

Latino4ever1312 (6:24:45 PM): hey
gstreet4life (6:24:52 PM): hello
Latino4ever1312 (6:24:58 PM): whats up
gstreet4life (6:24:59 PM): i still don't have a clue who you are
Latino4ever1312 (6:25:13 PM): whats your name
gstreet4life (6:25:28 PM): bryan
Latino4ever1312 (6:25:35 PM): u sure
gstreet4life (6:25:37 PM): yup
gstreet4life (6:25:46 PM): i'm still not this kyle kid that people say i am
Latino4ever1312 (6:25:55 PM): your not
Latino4ever1312 (6:26:07 PM): i thought you were kyle
gstreet4life (6:26:10 PM): but i think it's pretty funny that you and a couple others think so
gstreet4life (6:26:12 PM): nope
Latino4ever1312 (6:26:28 PM): ok bye then
gstreet4life (6:26:32 PM): yup
gstreet4life (6:26:36 PM): bye
Latino4ever1312 (6:26:40 PM): bye
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Session concluded at 6:26:42 PM
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Latino4ever1312 (6:27:25 PM): u sure your not kyle
gstreet4life (6:27:38 PM): haha...umm...lemme think about it for a minute
Latino4ever1312 (6:27:48 PM): r u
gstreet4life (6:28:10 PM): yup....just checked the Social Security card. it still says that i'm Bryan R. Turner, so i'm thinking no, i'm not kyle
Latino4ever1312 (6:28:22 PM): danm
Latino4ever1312 (6:28:44 PM): how old r u
gstreet4life (6:29:03 PM): 19, and you?
Latino4ever1312 (6:29:09 PM): 17
gstreet4life (6:29:19 PM): and where are you people from?
Latino4ever1312 (6:29:20 PM): so your not kyle
gstreet4life (6:29:27 PM): i'm telling you the truth here
Latino4ever1312 (6:29:38 PM): i dont believe u
gstreet4life (6:30:00 PM): ok, well, you don't have to believe it
gstreet4life (6:30:05 PM): it doesn't make it any less true
gstreet4life (6:35:33 PM): welp...bye
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Session concluded at 6:35:35 PM
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weird, eh? lemme tell you about it. i've had some "nice" conversations with these people. and by nice i mean "weird".

okay, now i'm off to help out with my church's Senior High youth group. weeeeeee...............

oh yeah, and i'm home for the summer. i suppose that's important enough to mention.
now it's time to play video games. i don't start working until tomorrow, and i'd rather not do anything at all today.
oh, except, i'm helping out with Senior High youth group tonight. that'll be fun. weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
ok, for real now, back to video games.

oh man oh man oh man

listening to::
the intro music to Zelda: WindWaker on Gamecube...i was going to play, but decided to post first. weeeeee...i love the summer.

last night::
oh wow... The Matrix: Reloaded is totally sweet. you might remember that when i posted about seeing X Men 2, i said the same thing. well, i have to admit that i was not fully aware of what "totally sweet" meant until i saw the second Matrix movie. wow....it's just sooo good. it's way cooler than the first movie, (which i also loved.) take how many times better the second X Men movie was than the first, and multiply by about 4.6. the number you get is how much better The Matrix Reloaded is than the first Matrix. it's so crazy and twisted. definitely go see it this weekend or as soon as possible.

also, Daniel and i got lost both on the way to Annapolis and the way back. i'm not sure why, though, because we've both been there many times. it was weird. on the way to Kyle's house we went north on Gov. Richie highway instead of south. wow. that was the biggest mistake. we didn't really think about because we were talking the whole way there. after a while i was like "....hmm..i haven't seen any signs for the Naval Academy...that's not good" so we call Kyle and he's like "oh man, you're dumb. you probably went north..." and then we realized it, and just met him at the mall. by the time we got their, the theatre was full of Navy guys on leave from the Academy. Kyle tried to get some to give up their seats by offering to drive them back to the Yard. he said he was sure it would work, but it sure didn't. so we sat all the way up in the front. what fun, and excitement. and neck pain. not really, it wasn't that bad, mostly because the movie was so sweet.

anyway, we also got lost on the way home, but that's a different story. at one point we were pulling a U-turn, and the street wasn't wide enough, so we were blocking traffic for a second, then a guy in a jeep waved me on, and i accidentally peeled out big time right in front of him. hey, the last standard car i drove was my cousin's in Texas, which has no power whatsoever. i wasn't used to the V6, and actually we burned some rubber a couple of times on the trip...heh heh...oh man...what fun. anyway, then once we were going the right direction, i had to cut in front of that same jeep and turn off, and then the guy started following us. Daniel was worried that he was going to chase us down and beat us up, but that's silly.

anyway, it was a fun night...i guess that's all i have to say today.

i forgot that i wanted to include this peice of conversation that Jennifer and i had::
we were talking about going over to house last Saturday.
maybe it's not that funny, but i thought it was.

Jenniferocious14 (8:29:23 PM): oh, and i'm having people over to my house tomorrow night
Jenniferocious14 (8:29:34 PM): you KNOOOOOOOW you'll need a study break
gstreet4life (8:52:57 PM): oooooooooo
gstreet4life (8:53:00 PM): when?
Jenniferocious14 (8:53:57 PM): hey
gstreet4life (8:54:00 PM): hey
Jenniferocious14 (8:54:05 PM): i'm thining after dinner
Jenniferocious14 (8:54:19 PM): thinking
gstreet4life (8:54:20 PM): hmm...is that like having bulemia?
Jenniferocious14 (8:54:25 PM): haha
gstreet4life (8:54:29 PM): maybe that would be thinning
gstreet4life (8:54:32 PM): anyway
gstreet4life (8:54:40 PM): tomorrow after dinner?
Jenniferocious14 (8:54:45 PM): yeah, so come and throw up with me
gstreet4life (8:54:52 PM): oh yeah, i'll definitely be all over that

oh yeah, i almost forgot::
Ainsley finally got a blog. now let's see how often she updates it.

packing my bags
like the Like Summer song, but not that i'm going somewhere looking for love...

and now::
Boerckel has been doing some strange dance around my room for like the last two hours. oh man...

"yo, B. what's up with the crazy dances today?"
"i dunno. it's a crazy dancing day, i guess."
"hmm...okay. can i quote you on that?"
"sure, why not?"

and so i did. i just wanted to let everyone that it's a crazy dancing day. i don't really have anything interesting to say today, other than::

::1:: finals are almost over (WOOOOOOOOOOOOOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!)
::2:: my step-dad is coming to stay in my room tonight (what fun, and excitement!)
::3:: i'm leaving tomorrow (awwwwwwwwwwww.....)
::4:: i'm going to be home tomorrow (YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

that's about all that's really up. i'm taking a break from packing. about to play some frisbee. oh man, what fun. i'm sad that earlier today i got the last happiness handshake that i will get for a long time. i so enjoyed Jordan's handshakes of happiness. also, i'm very sad that we played the last game of All-Terrain Bocce of the year. but at least it was a good one, especially the part in the Gee. oh man, when i called my mom for Mother's Day she wanted me to explain what bocce was. she didn't get it. it was one of the most humorous conversations i've had with my mom to date. wow...i would try to recreate it, but i don't think i could do it justice. anyway, i told her that we'd have to buy a cheap set at Wal*Mart and then teach her how to play. ooooooh...i hope we get some sweet ATB games going this summer.

okay, now back to packing

the final Victor Lee experience for the year, and ATB continues to only get better and better

today::
oh man. i'm not sure All-Terrain Bocce could get much better--but i know it will, and that's the scary thing. what's next? underwater? skydiving bocce?? in the girls bathroom??? hmm...maybe not the last one, that's a bit too extreme for Grove City students.

anyway, about our game tonight. we started out with eight people, which is a key number. the game started like this: after our Bible study dinner at Victor Lee's, we're walking through the chapel gardens toward MAP to go get the cookies that Shara and Jenna made. i turn and for some reason get an urge to count the number of people with us. after four counts i got seven, nine, eight, and eight again. i decide that there must be eight people. suddenly the number eight strikes something funny with me. i'm standing there thinking why eight is special, and it comes to me......eight is the number of balls in bocce!!! so i search for Jordan, who is still hiding in the big rhododendron tree. i yell to him "hey Jordan, guess how many people are here!" he replies, "how many?" and i say, "it appears that there are eight people here." jordan's eyes light up: "how many did you say?" "eight." he does the little nod thing that he does when he's asking me if i'm thinking what he's thinking, and so i do it back meaning "i sure am thinking what he's thinking, but who's going to go get the balls?" he voices the question on both of our minds: "so.....are you going to go get the balls or what?" well, we ended up bringing everybody, plus the cookies to go get the bocce set, and we played from Memorial. <--now this didn't actually have anything to do with anything important, and it really didn't have any bearing over the game or even over this story. i'm not real sure why i included it, but i sure did. so there you go.

of course we threw directly onto the quad, as is our custom. also of course, we lost the white ball on the quad, as is also our custom. this is somewhat of an unfortunate custom, since once we commence with our ritual losing of the white ball (you know, the one that Joel and i can't pronounce the name of...something like Patella or Pachinco or something), we can't find it. you'd think that we'd know that when were going to lose the ball that we might not be able to find it afterward, but i suppose we forget the consequences of losing things. so anyway, somebody launched the ball into the middle of the quad, and, after throwing all the balls at once, we ran around in a somewhat whimsical attempt to find the lost white ball. it wasn't that bad this time, because we found it within five minutes of looking and i didn't have to give up hope and curl up in the fetal position for the ball to show itself.

also, we played through the curvvy walkway under the flag, you know, the one where there's always people making out at night... well, there were people there making out, and Paul told them to stop. it was funny, and probably embarassing for the couple. oh well, we just wanted to play through.
at one point we were throwing onto South porch, which was, as one would assume, delightful. after that we threw from South porch towards the quad again, but one my balls barely cleared the edge of the porch and went straight into one of those big bushy bushes. you know, the ones that seem like they're really bushes. anyway, so after a while of just peeking around the bushes, jordan sort of jumps inside of one and starts looking around...well, i didn't realize you could get inside of them, because apparently they weren't as bushy bushes as i thought. so i stick my head inside one and start looking around, and soon enough we have all four of us with our heads inside the bushes looking around. i wish somebody would have taken a picture, because i'm sure it would have been humorous to see a line of bushes with four pairs of legs sticking out.

so, then we headed up to the Geedunk/IM room area. that's where the real fun began.
we played right through the Gee, of course. there was no other logical step up from our previous games of ATB other than to go right through the Gee on a night when it's jam packed with people studying for finals. i mean, come on....it was the only logical move to keep up the intensity. heh heh. anyway, so we bothered a bunch of people--especially that girl that Jordan hit in the foot. after a few rounds in the Gee, we moved on.
next, we decided to throw down that long hall on the way down to the green IM room...and...i'll let Jordan pick up here. read his blog from like points eight to ten to get the gist of what else happened in our game before we were defeated by people making out.

oh, and Jordan has a somewhat more concise summary of tonights events on his blog, so if you want to read that, it might be quicker than reading mine. i'm sure that now you're wishing that i had mentioned that before, but hey, if i told you to read Jordan's blog instead of mine all the time, nobody would read mine, and i'd be sad. ................aaaaaaaaanyway...WAA! read on.

and now::
right now i'm sitting in the party stall (aka the handicapped stall) in the bathroom. i wanted to edit my blog and go to bed, but with my couch and bench in storage and my bed covered with stuff to take home, i have nowhere to sit in my room. i would stand on the folding chair that kyle took from Ketler Rec and use my computer on top of my shelves, but i felt like i needed a different point of view. thus, i sit on the toilet, in the party stall. not that i'm using the bathroom, but you don't have to use the bathroom to enjoy the party stall. a lot of times i come in here to play guitar or do other stuff. it's important to realize that a bathroom can be used for so much more than just a place to ...well, you know...use the bathroom.

to Jordan::
Altuna. i believe that's in PA or NY. i bet you thought i forgot, didn't you? well, i did. but now i remember. A to ya.

correction::
in my last post i said Keith Davis, and by Keith Davis i meant Randy Cole. oh well, it wasn't important to the story anyway.

note: i typed this at 3am last night, but it wouldn't post.
why am i so restless?
first, to Kyle::
well done. you laid it out, and now you're in a good spot--exactly where you wanted to be.
to everyone::
just be real. i'm not in the same Bible study as Kyle and Troy and Sheeser and whoever else i've heard talk about what Keith Davis said, but something that i heard he said was definitely key, and i want everybody to pick up on it. He said (according to Kyle) something like:

"You can be a scholar, you can be an athlete, you can be president of this and that, you can be a member of this and that, you can know anyone and everyone and be that guy that everyone says hi to, but at the end of the day, when you go in your room, shut your door, and are alone, are you truly happy?"

this is really clutch to living. it's also something that i've lost sight of in the last couple of months. and then there's Kyle's response that he posted on his blog. He definitely was on the money when he wrote it:

"I have a 2.71, I will never be the best frisbee player out there, I probably won't get to be president of the ADELs or OB Junior Chair, I'm not in Roundtable or ODK, I may not be tight with the guys on third floor Crawford side or a good number of the girls here, and I won't ever be Ben Paulus, but as I turn off my light tonight to get some sleep before dragging myself to class tomorrow, I know that my life has never been better, I am happy tonight, and I thank God for that, sure I'm scared for tomorrow, but when I wake up, it will be "Hallelujah one more day" for me and I hope I can be quiet enough to hear a whisper, and hot enough to burn for the day."

take that attitude. what's life really about? it's not about me, and it's not about you. it's about God. and until we place Him first in our lives, no matter whatever we try to fill that void with, whatever we try to mask our feelings with, we'll never be happy without Him in the number one spot.

second, to myself more than anyone else::
i've decided to just type and hope what comes out is coherent. usually i don't do this, but i figure maybe instead of being formatted, i'll be real this time.
a walk alone in the rain...what a wonderful thing.
there's not much better to clear your head. the rain seems to wash away all the questions and doubts that plague my mind. while clouds are dark and looming overhead, i feel inside like the storms are being pushed away. pondering and seeking trust, the burdens weighing on my heart seem to fall off. oh, to be carefree and constantly joyful again...what a distant dream. there's no way to go back to those days. too much has happened, and i have changed.
now, i say i don't care, but not caring isn't an option. after the walk i realized that it's not that i don't care, but that what people think doesn't matter so much. what really matters is what God thinks.

Dashboard Confessional has a song called "The Places You Have Come to Fear the Most", and it talks about keeping up appearances and faking life... i think it explains how i've been feeling lately. oh, well, i'll just include the lyrics:

Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself,
and covered with a perfect shell,
such a charming beautiful exterior.

This is one time
that you can't fake it hard enough to please
everyone
or anyone at all.
And the grave that you refuse to leave
the refuge that you've built to flee
the places you have come to fear the most.
the places you have come to fear the most.

Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself,
and hidden in the public eye.
Such a stellar monument to loneliness.
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes
and perfect makeup but you're barely scraping by
but you're barely scraping by.

i don't really have too much else to say. i suppose i could, but most of the time i just don't know how to put my thoughts into words. i think that in that respect i have not done what the heading of my blog says. it says something like "insight into my mind. i don't know why anybody would want to know, but who knows...maybe somebody does." well, i haven't really put too much of my thoughts onto this blog. instead i've been just choosing the funny things in my life and letting everybody know about them. well, i'm sorry if anybody was actually came to hear me think. unfortunately, that's a very quiet task for me. that's not to say that i don't do it. if you think that i'm a thoughtless person or that i'm a very frivilous person, then you don't know anything about me, and i think i'm sorry we don't know each other better.
i also think that i'm not going to say any more about this. sorry to be abrupt, but i'm done now.

...standing on a folding chair with my computer ontop of my shelves...
... ...just a short beak from studying...

so good::

Psalm 138
I will praise you, O Lord, with all my heart;
before the "gods" I will sing your praise.
I will bow down toward your holy temple
and will praise your name
for your love and your faithfulness,
for you have exalted above all things
you name and your word.
When I called, you answered me;
you made me bold and stouthearted.
May all the kings of the earth praise you, O Lord,
when they hear the words of your mouth.
May they sing of the ways of the Lord,
for the glory of the Lord is great.
Though the Lord is on high, he looks upon the lowly,
bu the proud he knows from afar.
Though I walk in the midst of trouble,
you ppreserve my life;
you stretch out your hand against the anger of my foes,
with your right hand you save me.
The Lord will fulfill his purpose for me;
your love, O Lord, endures forever--
do not abandon the works of your hands.

now back to studying and listening to the new RelientK album. have a wonderifical day.

studying (opposite day???)

words to live by?::

projenz99 (5:54:33 PM): this is true. i tell ya -- if you ever become an addict, get your dope at walmart. it's cheap

and now...the context::

projenz99 (5:53:06 PM): whew
projenz99 (5:53:44 PM): I think I'm a winterfresh addict
gstreet4life (5:53:51 PM): yikes
gstreet4life (5:54:01 PM): well, at least your breath smells good
gstreet4life (5:54:02 PM): maybe
projenz99 (5:54:33 PM): this is true. i tell ya -- if you ever become an addict, get your dope at walmart. it's cheap
gstreet4life (5:54:39 PM): oh man
gstreet4life (5:54:46 PM): can i quote you on that?
projenz99 (5:55:14 PM): why not
projenz99 (5:55:15 PM): sure
gstreet4life (5:55:31 PM): yes
gstreet4life (5:55:36 PM): i'm posting it in my blog now
gstreet4life (5:55:42 PM): and i'm definitely taking it out of context
projenz99 (5:55:47 PM): oh geez..
gstreet4life (5:55:48 PM): sorry
projenz99 (5:55:49 PM): haha
gstreet4life (5:55:50 PM): you lose
projenz99 (5:56:12 PM): thats okay. but if I hear comments on how I'm a druggie I'm blaming you
gstreet4life (5:56:27 PM): eh...well, would you care?
projenz99 (5:56:32 PM): no
projenz99 (5:56:32 PM): haha
gstreet4life (5:56:45 PM): i wouldn't, because it would be funny for people to come up and ask questions about that
gstreet4life (5:56:51 PM): haha
projenz99 (5:57:13 PM): haha I could come up with "I'm a survivor of my addiction" story
gstreet4life (5:57:21 PM): hehe
projenz99 (5:57:22 PM): I should make a t-shirt
gstreet4life (5:57:27 PM): yes, yes, you should

and that's that.

really, i am studying today
i promise.

more fun on IM::
gstreet4life (2:49:13 PM): i think i'm going to take a nap and then start studying for bib rev
projenz99 (2:49:31 PM): good idea.
projenz99 (2:52:19 PM): I could go for a nap as well.
gstreet4life (2:52:43 PM): mmmm
gstreet4life (2:52:46 PM): delicious
projenz99 (2:53:47 PM): you cant eat a nap
gstreet4life (2:53:53 PM): oh
 

back to more junk now. and by junk, i mean work. and by work, i mean something, anything else.

$20 worth of swedish fish in a fuzzy trashcan.

straight to the point::
here's the scene: Scooter and Jaybee's room. a waltz is playing in the background. there is a fuzzy orange trashcan sitting in the middle of the room. it is filled with $20 worth of swedish fish. Joel, Jordan, Littell, JustinBarryJustinBarry are studying. Terpstra is looking very bored. Scooter is about to leave. i'm in here looking up dumb websites on the internet and drawing even dumber pictures in Microsoft paint. (oh boy, i love that program).

Scooter *walking out of the room* "oh man, best idea and worst idea EVER." *takes a handful of swedish fish and leaves*
Pat walks in: "Hey everybody, i'm bored of my room."
Terp: "Eat a fish." *tosses a fish to Pat*
Me: "NO! Don't eat it. It will make you sick."
Pat *looks scared and confused*
Me: "Oh wait. that's when you eat like 40 or however i've eaten."
Pat: "Oh." *eats the fish*
Terp: "yeah, so i've eaten like 70 or 80..."
Me: "eww..."
Terp: "yeah, i know. but i can't stop. they're too good."
JustinBarryJustinBarry: "oh man, this is a really good waltz!"

never cease to fail

it really is amazing how good it feels to tell somebody you love them, especially if you really mean it.
it feels even better to have them say it back, especially if they really mean it.

i have so much more to say, but i'm not going to.

argh...i posted one nearly identical to the beginning of this post last night, but for some reason blogger wasn't working, and instead of posting/publishing it, it erased it. what fun, and excitement. so now i try to recreate the immense joy that was experienced on and around the quad last night.
so it's 1:15am, and i'm curled up in the fetal position in the middle of the quad

and now::
(now meaning last night at about 2am, of course)
our All-Terrain-Bocce games only get better and better. but that comes later.

first, Greek Games were supposed to happen around 3pm today, but they got cancelled, i think because it was raining. i dunno if that's something that's really a bummer, because i was supposed to do the "Root Beer Chug" and as we all know, i hate root beer. it's gay like like Marvin. wait...no. Marvin Gaye is sweet. nevermind. anyway, my point is, root beer is dumb.
second, we tried to go to the ice cream social. well, the dumb line was too long, and we had to run back as soon as we got inside so we could make it to the last hall prayer. that was no fun, but then prayer is awesome, so there you go.
third, prayer meeting was sweet, as usual. maybe it was a little more sweet because it was the last one of the year. maybe it was a little more bitter because it was the last one of the year. maybe it was sort of bitter-sweet.
fourth, Like Summer had their last show for the year tonight. we tried to get a ton of people together to go see them. they were supposed to go on at 11pm at Victor Lee's attic, but apparently the cops called and told them they would be shut down at 11, so all the bands were cut short, and Like Summer actually went on from 10:20-11. unfortunately, we didn't know this, and arrived about five minutes before 11. we only saw their last three songs. that made me sad, and i told Dan and Trevor so. they were empathetic, but it's not like the could do anything about it. ah well. at least we saw more than Kyle and Mush.
somebody's attempting to thwart my fun, and i wanna know who it is.

but on a better note, Trevor said that i should come up this summer to one of their concerts. he said i'd always have a place to stay in their basement. i don't know how serious he was, but they're all great guys, so i'd definitely believe that. unfortunately, i'm not coming up to Pittsburgh from Maryland this summer to see them play, even though i think they're totally sweet, like ninjas.

so then we walked around for a while. it was exceedingly boring because nobody knew what to do. (well, i wouldn't say exceedingly boring. in fact, it wasn't that bad. but that doesn't mean that i'm going to change that sentance.) i wanted to stay off campus, but nobody else did, so we came back. Joel, Jenna, Jordan, theNeuch, and i went down to Rainbow Bridge and threw rocks in the water for a long time. that was nice and peaceful---until i told everybody to pick up the biggest rocks they could find and we all threw them in the water from the top of the bridge. oh boy, was that fun or what?

after a while, we decided that bocce was the best possible thing we could do. and it was.
oh man, i love bocce so much. especially All-Terrain-Bocce. bocce is normally played in sand or grass, but oh no, we'd rather play in our hall, in parking lots, down sidewalks and stairs and in the woods.
if you haven't played with us before, please do so, because your life is definitely lacking the most enjoyable thing that i can think of on a very late wednesday night. Jordan also talked about this is in his blog, so read his too to get even more of this great great sport.
we ended up losing the little white ball (the one that has the weird name that Joel and i don't know how to say) a couple of times, which was probably not fun for anybody else, but it sure was enjoyable for me. when we were throwing in the woods next to the Chapel Gardens, we lost the white ball in the dead leaves on the ground. we all knew the general area of where it went, so we spent about ten minutes combing the leaves to find it. after a while, i gave up hope and just crurled up into a fetal position in the leaves. some people kicked me, but i didn't care, because we couldn't find the white ball. less than a minute after i curled up on the ground, Jenna found the ball. i attribute it to me giving up hope of finding it.
a few throws later, and we were in the middle of the quad....the ever sacred grass that is not to be walked on. this time Joel had thrown the white ball as far as he could, and we all threw our balls (all at once) as far into the quad as we could too. after running around and picking up our balls, we realized that we couldn't find the white ball again. after a few minutes of looking, i gave up again, and went into the fetal position. i'm telling you, there's just something magical about fetuses in the middle of the quad. within thirty seconds, Jenna found the white ball again. am i good, or what?

also, theNeuch lost his big red balls almost every time he threw them. well, suprise, suprise.

also, i communicated in an initellegable language with some guy that was trying to make out with his girlfriend in the chapel gardens. he yelled something that didn't make sense, so i did it too. he kept yelling back, so i did too. it was fun.

and now for today::
(only because i don't want to study now...........it's all wrong, but it's aaaaallll-alright)
what happened so far today

2 - 10am:: slept. even though i promised myself i would get up at 8:30 and start studying.
10 - 11am:: yes, i did actually study for my physics final.
11am - 12pm:: searched through the entire library for that elusive Boerckel. didn't find him. he later claimed to be in the stacks, but he's obviously lying. then, went to lunch with Jordan and Buddy. it was thoroughly uneventful, which was somewhat dissapointing.
12 - 2pm:: went to the picnic on lower campus with Kyle. ended up finding Joel, along with many other people. played frisbee (YI....YI YI...) in the sweetest grass i've seen in a while. i think we should definitely head that way more often.
2 - 2:20:: still wasting time. i'm starting to feel bad about it though, so i suppose that's a good thing.

mmm...it appears there are four new pics from explodingdog. they were posted today. wow...you must think that all i do is sit around and look at the pictures on that site. well............ uh...you might be right.

and now for something completely different::
actually, it's something completely the same...

yes, you guessed it::

it is a sprocket.

now back to studying for my physics final tmw.
peace in. and by in, i mean out.
what ever happened to my question at the end of my post?::
answer::
i dunno, i guess i forgot to put it in the last fifteen posts. oh well, who cared anyway?
ACK!!! now really, back to studying!!!! somebody please beat me up if i post again today...

the formatting gets you every time.
well, it does me anyway...

Kyle's definitely hit on something that's clutch. make sure you read his blog. he's a smart guy, and he's learned a lot this year. like me, i think he's learned far less about his classes than about himself and how he fits into the world. (somewhat like the way sprockets work--well, actually, that's a completely different dynamic).

more to come on this later.

time to study for computing test. and by study i mean sleep until lunch. we've been studying for a while, and i hate it. so we decided to sleep, lunch, then study. that is all.

i originally posted this at like 3am, but i just realized that there were some silly formatting things that bothered me, so i changed them, which will probably change the time of posting to like 8:30am (in my 8am BibRev class, of course) and that irritates me for some reason, even though i know that nobody actually looks at the time of posting other than me, and now i am going to end this sentance, but i don't want to because it's obviously, fully, and blatantly the best sentance that has ever been written. the end.
and then sometimes life makes me remember that song by Soul Coughing
you know..."we don't need to walk around in circles, walk around in circles, walk around in circles..."

listening to::
currently "The Sharp Hint of New Tears" by Dashboard Confessional is playing.

and now::
so i've been walking around in circles for like the last 2 hours. but i'll get to that in a minute.
today was both our Hall and my frat's end-of-the-year dinners. for the hall we went to Victor Lee's place downtown. that was fun. i wasn't planning on eating since the frat was going to Quaker Steak and Lube, but i ended up getting the buffet at Sun Gin's and eating like three full plates of food. that was a pretty good time. i love our hall so much. it's been a great time living here. i'm sad that we're going our separate ways for the most part, but very excited about living with the frat next year.
after that, i went up to third floor Lincoln and played a little video games. before we left for the Lube, we creeked Marc deJeu. wow...that's like the third creeking in our frat in the last two weeks. what fun, and excitement. then we drove to Sharon, OH for Quaker Steak and Lube. oh man, those are definitely the best wings ever. i was sad, though, because i only ate like thirty-five. last time i ate about 60, if i remember correctly. of course, i had three plates of Victor Lee's food in me before that anyway. nevertheless, i ate my fill, and it was a great time.
after we got back, i played more video games in Mike and Jimmy's. i quit when Derek took back his game. i was running out of Linoln, and Rachel, Allison, Mike, and Jimmy were doing something right outside the door. the scared me when they called my name, and when i turned around, i managed to stub my toe and cut the top. it hurts now. also, while i was talking to them, i hurt my finger with my roomate's tap measure. i dunno, maybe there's something wrong with me tonight.

anyway, after that, i took a walk with Jenna for a while. that was great. it was really nice to talk to her about anything and everything that's going on in my life. we walked all over campus. and after that i went to Kyle's room and talked to him until his roomate wanted to go to bed. after that we made laps all over Memorial dorm, going on all the floors and halls. that was also great. and those experiences are what make me think of the title of this blog post. i actually like walking around in circles, as long as there's something else to do....like give and get advice from a friend.

and i'm still great::
::the day started out not that great, but as i told Andrea earlier::
gstreet4life (10:15:47 PM): and i'm in a GREEEEAAAAAAT mood
gstreet4life (10:15:51 PM): i'm so happy
MStwirler (10:16:14 PM): why are you so happy
gstreet4life (10:19:19 PM): i'm happy because i decided that anything that i have to be sad about is nothing in comparison to the surpassing greatness of the grace that has been afforded me through Christ
gstreet4life (10:19:33 PM): anyway, i have a couch to measure
MStwirler (10:19:35 PM): wow...awesomeness
gstreet4life (10:19:36 PM): have a loverly night!

sometimes when i stop and realize how great God is, i just can't complain about anything in my life that might be going differently than planned.

which reminds me::
my roomate finally said that i can have the couch. both Joel (roomate for next year) and i are totally excited. we love that couch, and my roomie wouldn't let me before he found out how much it would cost him to store it for the summer. Joel and i are each going to give him $20. we even measured to see if it would fit back into the suite we'll be in next year.
oh man, i can't wait!!!! our suite is going to be sooooo sweet.

i think i've decided that me at the end of this year school is a lot like the end of Five Iron Frenzy's third album, Quantity is Job 1.

i'll come back to this thought later.

MY FISH IS DEAD.


Troy, you better not have had anything to do with this.

i meant to post this Saturday night. i forgot that it was definitely the funniest thing that happened all week.
so, instead of writing it now, i'm going to copy/paste from Jordan's blog.
i like to think that it's just an example of how white people are at Grove City College, and especially in Adelphikos. i wish there were more people around that actually had some rhythm. i think it wouuld make things more fun

we're so white::
::from Jordan's blog::

What else to say? Greek sing was bleah. We didn't do nearly as well in the performance as we did during rehearsal, which is certainly a shame. This statement sums it up: We got beat by five guys (delta-iota-kappa) singing Henry VIII. Well, good for us. I enjoyed it all the same. I'm already thinking of sings we might do next year...
If any of the Brothers In Christ are reading this, props to all of y'alls - without a doubt you should have won in your division.

But who cares about Greek sing?

TODAY'S MOMENT OF ZEN For the ADELS: Kyle instructing us on how to clap while singing - "Ain't NO{clap}, Ain't NO{clap}, Ain't NO{clap}, Ain't NO{clap}" The funny thing is that we still didn't clap right

okay, so we sang "Ain't no Mountain High" by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell. Kyle was instructing the guys that couldn't figure out when to clap through the last chorus. Kyle was doing a good job of explaining that it only sounded right to clap on beats two and four without using a words like "clap on beats two and four" (which is a good thing for our group). the funny part about it was that everybody else started saying it too, and it was just humorous to see a bunch of guys looking very excited because they could go "Ain't NO{clap}, Ain't NO{clap}, Ain't NO{clap}, Ain't NO{clap}". and the other funny thing is that we still messed up the clapping a bit in the performance.

there's no way that a bunch of white guys can do that song justice. and obviously, we didn't. it wasn't even that funny. and that's why we lost to five DIKs who sounded like the hadn't even rehearsed their song twice.

the good thing is::
i'm glad to announce to everyone that Greek Sing has no bearing over my life, nor anyone else's. unfortunately, some of our guys were quite upset at how we didn't even place. they were saying we got shafted, just like last year. these were the same guys that wouldn't have been able to tell if a song was being sung out of tune or behind the accompanist's tempo.
i just laughed. my favorite part is that Jordan (who's only a social bid now) is already thinking about what he wants us to do next year. it's exciting to me, because that makes me think he's interested in joining the ADELs next year. YES!

kyle doesn't hate girls
i promise.

listening to::
the breeze blowing the curtains against my calender...it makes a nice scraping noise. ..mmm....somewhat soothing

and now::
lets hear it for watching a scary movie with people in MAP West Lobby....how about with all the lights on and the least scariest atmosphere possible. we just watched the ring. that's a pretty okay movie. it wasn't spectacular. that's all i have to say about that.

definitely the best thing ever::
all-terrain bocce. in the hall. then the bathroom. then Littell's room. then out the window. then down the sidewalk. then up the hill (except for Jordan's ball, which rolled all the way back, down the stairs, into the street, and about forty feet behind us). then on Lincoln hill. then in the rocks by the trees. then down the wall. then across the street (except for Joel's ball, which bounced off the curb, then rolled about halfway down campus drive). oh man. what fun. i was in a bad mood. playing bocce the way that we do makes me happy, though.

this goes out to you::
usually, i include lyrics for me. this is for somebody else.

This Ruined Puzzle by Dashboard Confessional

This ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down so the placing goes slowly. The pictures of anything other than it's meant to be. But the hours they creep, the patterns repeat. Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own. I never said "don't go"

I've written a note, it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back. It says, "Does he ever get the girl?" But what if the pages stay pressed, the chapters unfinished, the stories too dull to unfold? Does he ever get the girl?

This basement's a coffin I'm buried alive. I'll die in here just to be safe. I'll die in here just to be safe. 'Cause you're gone I get nothing and you're off with barely a sigh. I never said "Good-bye"

Does he ever get the girl?

more explodingdog.com::
it's called "i love when i wake up and you are beside me"

i mean, come on. isn't that just about the best thing you've seen in a while? it most definitely is. whether you know it or not.

leaving now::
i'm planning on getting up around 5:30. that gives me enough time to write a crappy BibRev outline. i better go to bed. Kristin told me to, but i apparently like to post things in here more than i like to sleep. ...which seems....weird...to me. the end.

?why can't i get off this stupid mutant powers theme?

i'm suffering through Neuch, Buddy, Boerckel, and Sheez talking about what stupid heroes they would like to see. it's easily the dumbest conversation i've heard in a while. maybe ever. jordan just walked in and told them to stop talking about it. they want me to include some of them on here. so here you go. don't read this:
The Second-string X-Men::
Listens-to-the-radio-a-little-too-softly man
still-wears-his-letter-jacket-at-age-43 man
morbidly obese man
very hairy man (aka Robin Williams)
guy-that-plays-country-music-out-of-his-body
second-string-All-Star-baseball-player man
mediocre man
guy-who-can-see-through-asbestos-but-nothing-else man
transclucent man
hyper-extension man
Pocket Protector (aka Stereotypical Nerd Man)
impeccable-suit man
Neuch says, "...think: he walks into a room, and everyone is completely frozen. they're like, 'wow...that is a nice suit......there is not one wrinkle in it."
and his arch-nemesis, Always Clashing man
random-comment man (aka Troy Baker)
The Bottomless Stomach
Mr. Character Flaw. "he has the power of making people feel bad about themselves."
Guy-that-has-the-ability-to-ignore-anything-that-is-obviously-stupid-and-would-be-terribly-irritating-to-anyone-else Man (aka Me. ignoring most of this dumb conversation. luckily most of them left, and only Buddy and Neuch are still left. BTW, guy, i still love you. it's okay if you talk about one of the dumbest things i've ever heard. you're still totally awesome in my eyes. now, on the other hand, i wouldn't recommend you have these kind of conversations around just anybody.)

explodingdog.com. it's a much better place than here. go now, and for always. dream of sprockets,

Kyle says some girls at Grove City College have the mutant ability of being ugly
yes, i did use the same title as last night over again
i told him that it is my mission at Grove City College to make all girls hate him.
but that's not true. i'm really not a malicious guy. i promise.

i would like to note::

::8:: how i failed at getting into bed in the fashion that i said i would. infact, all i did was slowly decide that i really should go to bed around 3:45am, so i closed down my computer and
::9:: how i did actually sleep until noon. infact, i got up exactly at noon. thanks everybody for making this possible.
::10:: how Kyle and i are still eating from the candy that we smuggled into the movie theatre last night. mmmmmmmm....delicious.
::11:: PLAYING ON THE BLACKHAWKS TODAY AT 3pm! if you have no friends and you'll be reading this before then, COME WATCH on the IM fields. it's the Blackhawks vs. AllStar Freshman frisbee game. it will be totally sweet, i promise. i'll jump up and kick my mom in the face, just like on the Real Ultimate Power website. not really, though. i love my mother very much, and would most certainly not kick her in any way, shape, or form. hmm..i'm not real sure how i could kick anyone in another shape. mmm...maybe i could make myself into a square and then kick somebody...mmm.....no. never mind. that's dumb.

props to::

mi amigo Kyle for taking my advice and just asking a girl to go on a walk with him at like 1am. now you have 8 friends, not seven.
i'm sorry...just kidding...you have 9. sorry again. i know what you mean, dude. you're awesome to the max. and you have lots of friends, except for all of those people that hate you. oh wait...sorry again. you're the best. ever. EVER!
X-Men 2: yes, again. it was just that good.
listening to Dashboard Confessional in Kyle's room while we both edit our blogs. oh man, we're such losers. it's saturday afternoon and we're sitting here adding to our blogs. well, that's okay. i woke up like and hour and a half ago.
Kyle's bed being made. way to go. your mom would be proud. and mine. he said he did it in case anybody came over for intervis tonight, but i doubt that would happen. ouch...sorry Kyle, maybe i am in sort of a malicious mood today. but it doesn't matter, because i'm having people over
the people that cheered our frisbee game on yesterday. you really made the difference. your faith in us is unmatched. thanks.
Joel Boerckel: because i haven't seen him in a while. i miss you, Joel. but you're awesome. because you're studying or something. i should be doing that. why can't everyone be more like you. like crazy good at frisbee. oh man. i know you can't wait to play with the Blackhawks either. what fun, and excitement.
explodingdog.com. wow. that is all i have to say.

goodness. i mean good bye.

i would like to note::
::1:: how late it is (aboot a quarter after 3am).
::2:: how i do not know why i am still up.
::3:: how i plan to sleep until at least noon, but will be thwarted as usual by some silly thing that has an aversion to my sleeping paterns.
::4:: how i beat Andrea at a game that neither of us knew the rules to, and which made absolutely no sense whatsoever. oh. she claimed to be be winning, so i claimed that i was only down by one and the score was 2-3. the only reason i won is because she got tired and wanted to go to bed, so i took a forfeit.
::5:: how i have not a single clue what exactly i was talking about in note 3.
::6:: how i have announced my rule as the miniature golf king. it just happens that Andrea and i are going to rule the miniature golf world with an iron fist and a putter. oh wait. i meant rule together in happiness and holes-in-ones. here's some of the wonderifical conversation we had:
gstreet4life (2:29:11 AM): okay how
gstreet4life (2:29:16 AM): is this a game?
MStwirler (2:29:20 AM): it's not
gstreet4life (2:29:22 AM): i'm confused about the rules
MStwirler (2:29:26 AM): i don't know what you're talking about
MStwirler (2:29:31 AM): i'm winning
gstreet4life (2:31:22 AM): yeah, but i think i'm only one point behind
MStwirler (2:32:14 AM): darn it
gstreet4life (2:32:25 AM): oh yeah, baby
gstreet4life (2:32:29 AM): feel the burn!
gstreet4life (2:32:32 AM): i'm right on your heels!
gstreet4life (2:32:36 AM): catching quickly!
gstreet4life (2:32:46 AM): i'm gonna take you in the second period
MStwirler (2:32:55 AM): OH NO!!!!!!!!!1
MStwirler (2:33:31 AM): i have to go to bed
gstreet4life (2:33:42 AM): then you forfeit
gstreet4life (2:33:52 AM): I WIN
MStwirler (2:33:52 AM): crap
MStwirler (2:33:55 AM): HAHA
gstreet4life (2:34:03 AM): I WIN I WIN I WIN I WIN by default
MStwirler (2:34:04 AM): psycho
gstreet4life (2:34:07 AM): no
gstreet4life (2:34:12 AM): i'm completely sane
gstreet4life (2:34:17 AM): i'd rather you assume that too
MStwirler (2:34:36 AM): haha
MStwirler (2:34:39 AM): whatever
gstreet4life (2:36:49 AM): yeah, whatever, whenever, wherever, i'll take you on. and i'll beat you again, even if you don't forfeit next time
MStwirler (2:37:09 AM): hey...i am a very competitive person
MStwirler (2:37:19 AM): i kicked everyone's butt at mini golf tonight
MStwirler (2:37:23 AM): i was the champion
MStwirler (2:37:30 AM): and i would have beaten you too
gstreet4life (2:37:44 AM): nope
gstreet4life (2:37:50 AM): i am the miniature golf kind
gstreet4life (2:37:57 AM): or king, as some people call it
MStwirler (2:38:04 AM): well i'm the queen
gstreet4life (2:38:09 AM): YES
MStwirler (2:38:10 AM): and i'm awesome
MStwirler (2:38:18 AM): and i can take you on anytime
gstreet4life (2:38:22 AM): no we can rule together in happiness and holes in ones
MStwirler (2:38:27 AM): HAHA
MStwirler (2:38:33 AM): that's going on my profile
MStwirler (2:38:36 AM): cause it's funny
MStwirler (2:38:40 AM): it makes me laugh
gstreet4life (2:40:20 AM): YAAAaaaaaaAAAAYY
gstreet4life (2:40:43 AM): notice the decrecendo and build
MStwirler (2:41:18 AM): wow that is AWESOME
MStwirler (2:41:28 AM): that is THE coolest thing i have EVER seen
gstreet4life (2:41:33 AM): thanks
gstreet4life (2:41:35 AM): for the caps
gstreet4life (2:41:59 AM): the definite emphasis on the words THE and EVER makes me feel good
MStwirler (2:42:29 AM): it would have been better bolded and underlined
MStwirler (2:42:36 AM): but i was too lazy to do that
gstreet4life (2:42:36 AM): yes
MStwirler (2:42:41 AM): next time
gstreet4life (2:42:43 AM): but that's okay
gstreet4life (2:42:45 AM): you're tired
gstreet4life (2:42:49 AM): because you LOST TO ME!!!
 
::7:: how the number seven (7) seems like a good place to stop, so i am now going to attempt to leap over my desk and into my top bunk in a single bound, simultaneously throwing off the posters on my bed and pulling up the sheets, so that i may fall asleep at least 2 microseconds before i hit the bed.