Damn that moon.

Looks like things have changed. Amanda and Nicole talked yesterday, and Nicole has decided she does not want to live with us. Us being me. It is upsetting because she has been thinking this she says since the beginning of the new year. We wish she would have told us earlier. She said she would still like to live with Amanda though, so that is cool. The involved parties are now considering what the options are. Can we afford to live on our own?

It all goes back to Nicole and I not getting along when she came here. I guess that was sort of a death strike. Now she has some sort of vengeful hate against me. Trying to get Amanda to leave me. I can only hope that Amanda does not listen to that little bit of advice. So anyways. We are back at square one. We must look into things. We must get past this all. We must consider if Erik will still be involved.

Anyways. Yeah. Worked this morning at Fox. We who work on Sunday mornings decided to have a potluck next Sunday. Should be lots of fun. I am going to have a ton of food on that desk next weekend.

Work all day. Sleep. Work some more. I will be free someday.

Just like old times.

I am so very sorry for taking this place and setting it on the back burner. I forgot I even ever was supposed to be on this place. I forgot about it and didn't place the link on my new computer. I guess I should have thought before I acted, and I didn't. Although I try to. I always wonder what is up in the world of Missa(?), and now I see that I could have known all along. So much is going on with my life right now that it is hard to explain. In the past months I have been working my ass off at two jobs only to be hardly squeaking by with my money situation. This is not stopping Amanda and I from seriously looking at places to live in Chicago. Right now I am interested in looking at a place south of the city, but not in South Side. It is gated, and has an alarm system. Washer and Dryer as well... Extra Points. Anyways if we were to move there we would be going to live there with both Nicole and Erik. Mogwai is a must, as well as our Tortoise Koopa Troopa and our Turtle Manatoba.. Toby. I have my reservations about Chicago, as I have felt that it is a nice town to visit, and then at some point leave. We'll see. I have been looking into jobs there, and I am not liking many of them. I am going to see about the Fox Station there....

Speaking of which. It somehow got leaked that I was not staying at Fox 9 very much longer, and I can not figure out how. I came into work the other day and the Lead Anchor asked me about it. I have only talked to one person about it and that was because he used to work at Fox in Chicago. I asked him if he could talk to his boss about getting me an interview. Well, they seem to know now, and I feel bad about it. Like I am going to get fired or something. I am hoping this doesn't work against me.

Anyways I am trying to see what the Fox Station is like down there. It would be nice, but I doubt anything would come out of it.

I am going to have to make more posts on here, as I like this crowd more.

Laters!

P.S. I totally scored the 100th post.

I feel smart.

But you are all going to disagree.

Don't worry. I try hard not to hold it against anyone else. I am at work, and not really thinking to hard about much besides going home.

I enjoy my life there. I want to move on in certain areas. Move in different ways. Career. Life in general. I am in for a change again. Having Amanda live with me was a good change. She makes me feel complete. I just need to change other parts of me to make her and I more comfortable.

Home Base.

Hmm.

I can see where this is going.

7 Months

We win at relationships.

The Beast.

I just was wondering how your day of the beast is going.

Mine is good. I cleaned a lot, and put a bed skirt on my bed.

Yeah. It's been good. I am pretty sure it will be an alright night. Maybe I'll get to sleep early like I always do. Or maybe I will stay up a little later, and do nothing with that time.

Hugs and Kisses, miss you all.

Timothy.

So alone.

So Home Base was empty except for me yesterday.

Also, I was talked into working tomorrow, so any plans made with other members of Home Base might have to be pushed back to past 6ish.

But yeah. Home Base. I slept there. I was the only one.

It was odd.

I hope you can maybe come home soon.

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I want to walk down a path into a part of a forest that does not seem safe. I want to run along with you holding my hand. I want to make you feel safe in this area that we both know is not safe. The path is so run down it is hard to know if it is even still a path at all.

Bushes and trees creep over into the way as we are trying to make our way. It feels like a path we have taken before, but really we have just heard of other people taking it. Most of them do make it down this path. When they get there, they tell everyone how great the view is. The park at the end of the path. They say it is the place to be.

For now. We make our way through the rough terrain. Up and down hills. Through the underbrush. Holding hands.

With the thoughts of the future, who needs the past.

Right on. Right on.

Oh. How is everyone? Are you all excited for Friday when Elissa and Boyish come over and buy us all pizza? I am. When she is here, that will leave only two Home Basians not centrally located.

What do we think of maybe adding more people? Get this place to be a little more involved? I have no real ideas of who to add, but I guess they should be someone we all mostly know.

I have no good ideas.

I have not much really going on. I am slowly ticking down the days that Amanda moves to me. I am really crazy about her, and I am very excited. I got my oil changed today, and also got an application to Fox 9.

In sad news. The Home Base White Board has fallen to it's death. It wanted to take a nap, but damn it... it died in it's sleep.

Mourn it.

I don't know what else to say. Amanda. Start packing. Mike. Make some money. Elissa. OMG LOST. Travis. Nice seeing you again. Erik. You don't come here often.

How about it. Should we get a new white board, or just new sticky stuff?

Owwwww. V. 2.1

I don't really hurt. I just saw a trend, and thought I would stick to it. I guess I am just that kind of kid. What up, dawg?

So I am lazy. But today I am taking care of that. I emailed Fox 9 trying to figure out the best way to apply. I am getting my hair cut. I am sending off a grad card to a certain girl. I am emptying a bank account into my own account.

I win the day.

But I am sure someone else will win the week.

I guess... my back is stiff, so oww.

We are not all machines.

Being busy is indeed our way of being. We love to love to work through our lives. Seeing our goals reached, and our futures known. That is why some of us are feverishly packing up our dorm rooms. That is why some of us are wonderfuxly working long hours at our jobs making all the cash we can. That is why some of us are in another country doing girls, or education, or drugs, or something.

We do things because we need to go places in life. I need to work my ass off so I can move again. In a year. I am worried about having enough money for a year from now. I should be worried about what is wrong with my brain. What is there really to be worried about at all? Nothing is going to stop me from moving. Money or no money I am going to find a way.

What are you going to do? Got plans that you are sticking to no matter what?

My plans are to spend the next month and one week being just okay, and after that I plan on being the fucking happiest fucker in the world. Sunday will be half a year together. I'm alright with that. I mean, she is a pretty cool girl, and I kinda love her a lot.

Anyways. Home Base. Why is everyone so busy?

Is that a new way to dance?

I always loved it in some form of comedy when there would be someone dyeing of a seizure or choking but everyone thinks that they are just playing around.

Then at the last second someone understands and saves their life. Does it really happen that way? Do you ever see someone choking, and think that they are just trying to fool you? Do you ever see anyone choking even? If you did would you wait until the last second to save their life? What if you failed?

Where the hell did this journal come from? I am not even sure why I started typing this journal at all. I just felt like I should say type something. Okay, I guess I have accomplished everything I needed to do.

Except... Elissa. You can't steal my girlfriend and throw her into a life of your own sexual desires. You are a freak, and you are not allowed to do that. Freak.

I guess I will go on to say that I am finished with College, and Amanda is finished with High School. Life goes on. I won't be seeing Mike for a few days. He leaves to early, and gets home all tired so I guess I will just wish him luck at work the rest of the week.

Well. Yeah.

I miss you.

I'm a Toy's R Us Kid.

Well. Honestly. What it really comes down to is that I don't want to grow up. I know I am an adult. I know I have responsibilities. I know I have it better than a lot of people my own age. I turned a year older yesterday, and like every single one of my birthday's over the past few years, I was completely depressed the entire day.

I did enjoy the things I was doing, and it is nobodies fault that I was, but I just don't like growing older. It is really something.

Am I the only one that doesn't like getting older?

A thought for the day.

"千金難結一時之歡，一飯竟郅終身之感。蓋愛重反為仇，薄极反成喜也。"

"One thousand pieces of gold will not earn a moment of true friendship, but a simple kindness like offering a meal may earn a lifetime's gratitude. Love if taken to extremes, can arouse enmity, while a trifling can turn resentment to joy."

This is a certain sort of day. I have been pretty relaxed. I haven't done much. Watched an episode of Lost. Played maybe 20 minutes of Oblivion. Slept for far to long.

I argued with my girlfriend over something stupid again. Which happens from time to time because I am "fun" that way, and she is under a lot of stress. I love her more than anything. We are close, and we are in love, and these little arguements are not something that is going to stop us. Being with her, I know that we are more than perfect for each other. We will be the most flirty couple in the world once we are together. I can't even tell if we will ever have these small arguements again. We will fight, but those will mostly be caused by us adjusting toward living together. Those fights will stop shortly, because I know that living with her is going to be easier than living with some other people.

I am done with school as of Monday. Seriously. I will have finished my Internship. Finished school. Done. Welcome to the rest of my life.

I am not stressed out anymore. Not like girlfriends who are coming to the end of finals, and making final plans to move across the country. Not like others who are in other countries trying to go to school, and balance a personal life. Not like others who are wondering what they are going to do with their summer away from boy. I almost feel bad.

I guess I should come clean. I am a bad boyfriend. I am an asshole a lot. I am not going to be anymore. Or at least I am going to try so hard my head might explode.

I plan on being a better person. I guess that can be my new stress.

I am five again.

I am having a birthday. So is Mike, but he is turning 20 or something, and that hardly matters. I am turning 21. I am in no mood to drink, and I am pretty sure my family is planing a trip to Iowa for my birthday. The idea is that we are going to Iowa and going to eat Sonic, and then I bet they are going to get me very drunk far away from my own home.

I want you to be there with me, but I will be alright with out you. Barely.

I don't care how old I am anymore. It doesn't really matter anymore.

Old enough. I guess that is fine.

So. Wish me a happy one sometime soon.

Or be like Mike, and wish me death sometime soon. Also. Wish Mike a happy one sometime soon. Like, the 8th or something.

Woo Woo Woo.

Fine. I will carry this blog on my back. I guess in order to get you all to write, I will have to give you a series of questions.

Mike. Seriously. Would it kill you to tell us about your brand new job? What do you do for a living? Build schools for needy children?

Elissa. How is school, what do you learn. What is your major? Are you dating anyone?

Travis. What did you do today with your father? Seriously, what is with your Nord character? If you and him fought, do you think you could win?

Amanda. What the hell. How was Disney World? What about your new job? Seriously. How is everything?

Erik. When are you going to join? How is life going down in that way off land? I hope you bought me something sweet in Argentina.

Timothy. You're odd. Why would you make such a stupid blog. Where do you even get off telling your friends what to do? You are a fucker, just like Mike always says.

You're an ugly name.

Just so you know. I would trade every single one of you (Almost all of you at least.) for one Garden Salsa Chip. Seriously I would sell you all in pieces to freaking butchers just for enough money for one bag.

Multigrain crack.

I am pretty sure the devil herself made these in the center of the earth. Baking them in the fires of her own personal hell. Using our ancestors as fuel to make them extra crispy.

Just go ahead. Give it a try. You will thank me.

Have I ever led you down a wrong path on food or beverage?

Chipotle? Propel? Garden Salsa?

I live for this.

Setting: Mall of America.

Time: 4:03 AM

Mission: Film a segment about girls in Prom dresses.

Status: Completed.

Details: After showing up in the ENG Truck and getting the tower up into the air, we were approved to enter the back hallways of the MOA. One of us had a press badge, and we were soon surrounded by three security guards. Worker Tim, and Intern Tim (I), were brought further into a hallway and they tried to put us in a broken elevator. Finally the PR lady Liz showed up and set us free. We soon were in the vast open halls of the MOA, and it is a very creepy place when no stores are open and nobody is there.

Our shoot failed to work properly, so instead of Live, we were AsLive. Which is sort of live. More or less, it is shot on tape, and then sent to the station by Microwave (Yes!), and then they play itOur shoot failed to work properly, so instead of Live, we were AsLive. Which is sort of live. More As Live.

It was cool on the way home Worker Tim and I drove around to buy time, and we stopped at a Sports place so he could get a bat. Then I went to the Studio and made fun of the Weather Man.

Now. Current Status: I am at school. Few sleeps occured. Lots done today. More done tomorrow. I bet that bastard Mike is playing Oblivion.

Bastard.

Schedule to the death.

I am running on an empty tank, and I am not sure when to rest. I have so much to even do before the end of today. I have more to do tomorrow, and after that is the last day of my biggest class.

I am a busy boy.

But my days will start to slow down soon. I will both be done with my school, and my internship. I will only have to worry about making money, and counting down the days until I have love in my arms.

My gas tank is empty, but it'll make it for a while on E.

Time to sleep for upwards of 5 hours, and then go to work and then school.

Enjoy your day like it's your last.

In the summertime...........

I guess I should just do what I feel.

If I was still in school, this summer would be the best summer vacation ever. Sadly I am not longer in school, but this will still be the best summer vacation I have ever had. Doing summer things was always something I was only slightly intrested in. This summer. I want to do all those young stupid things. I need to think of some cool things to do. Any ideas?

Everything will be more fun for me. I will always be around someone that is cool. Travis. Mike. And Amanda will be around sometimes I bet. Maybe once in a while. Elissa? Maybe you too?

I am pretty happy about the awesome life to come, and I am more happy that I will be able to share it with you.

Takes an Egg to Make a Hen

Come on.

Admit the fact that everyone that writes on this page is in love with Andrew Bird. You totally know you are. I can tell.

So. This is a big thank you to Timothy For introducing you all to HIM. And this is Timothy telling you all that I am glad I could make your lives so much better by introducing you to such a wonderful musical wonderfux.

So for an update on life's givings. I am doing just fine. I know you all care so much. I want you to make sure you know I am happy. More happy than I have ever been. I mean, what is this life that has hit me suddenly. I grew up fast. I moved. I graduated. I started a new job. I got a girlfriend. I got that girlfriend to move in with me. I am no longer a child, that is for sure. When did I grow up. Michael. What happened to me. I shouldn't even be allowed to do half the things I have been doing.

But I can do them. And I will. Maybe you can do them as well.

I think Home Base is only going to get better.