Home Base Home.

I am back from Colorado. It was all in all really super depressing. My uncle Mark is holding up well, though. (It was his son who died.)

D&D was tonight. It was smashing. I am a pretty freaking good DM.

When do you get here, Amanda? Cause I have to make sure I see you as soon as possible. I am leaving town to visit boy for a while. I am at his house for just over a week, and then his extended family is all going on a camping trip for ten days and I am invited, so I am going. So a good chunk of my summer is going to disappear on that.

I miss home base. I shall be sure to stop by soon, assuming all of you are not busy out the wazoo. And that I am not busy either.

So. When are you buggers free for chillaxing?

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.

WTF?

My phone will not let me send text messages to Tim's phone.

For any reason.

I ask you,
what could possibly be the cause of that?

Neovita

Ipse clueo.

Adfectio.

Novus.

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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?

Local.

I'm back. Tired. Been working on D&D stuff almost nonstop since I got back. Running a week-long campaign for Boy and some friends. Starting Wednesday.

I'll see you people sometime this week.

*snooze*

Four. Oh, one? Kay.

The future is a vast, fickle mistress, stowing secrets in dark places, obscured and obfuscated in overly obtuse and ominous locales.

It flees as a gazelle, clumsily bounding away, ever out of reach.

What, then, is left? Is there even a choice?


Run.

*hearty heart heart*

I love Mason Jennings.
He rocks. Find the album Century Spring and listen to it. I would give it to you, but I stole it off someone's computer and it's only on my iPod, so I can't get it on my computer.

Listen to the song "Bullet".
It rocks.

P.S. Four days until I am home! I will probably not see you guys until a bit after that. And Amanda, of course, not for a while. But. It will be a rocking summer.

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.

Owwww v2.0

Spyware explosion.
Fuck shit fuck.

Thank Deity for Safe Mode.

Owwww.

List of body parts that have been hurting nonstop for three days:
Head (temples. Headache. Ow).
Back.
Breasts.
Some weird internal thing somewhere near my appendix and intestines.

WTF, people?

Also, I got my CD in the mail. I am happy about that. I am not so happy about the fact that I have to write sixteen pages of paper in the next five days. Ewww. I should really write my ten page paper tomorrow, but I don't want to. But I will try.

Also, today I drew a map of a D&D world and set up the first session of one of my campaigns. The one involving my friends Ashley, Brianna, and Emily. It will be loads of fun.

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.

Notarized.

I just bought the Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat soundtrack from Amazon.com.

I think I am officially a nerd.

(8*3)^Au

They float around my head, now, begging to be rent. Tomorrow can't come soon enough, though today the path was set. Imaginings, impressions, scant notions scarecely thought; they sing to me a lullaby, intentions duly wrought. And by the fire of mine eye, these images all cease, for once alighted on my hands, their fancy be unleashed.

Volatilis somnium.

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?

Dearest residents of the little corner of the internet we like to call Home Base,

I am making a fucknormous music mix for my eleven hour drive back to the Twin Cities when school is over.

Suggestions are appreciated. A lot. I am looking for stuff more on the upbeat side. (Read: I love Andrew Bird, but he's just not the sort of guy who is pop and upbeat.) Also, I am induldging in all the guilty pleasures of music. Here is what I have so far (I hope Blogger does thumbnails of images):


I also have some other songs which will be added to the list as soon as I am finished DLing them.
Aerosmith - Walk This Way
White Stripes - Seven Nation Army
Right Said Fred - I'm Too Sexy
Ricky Martin - Livin' La Vida Loca
Queen - Another One Bites the Dust
Devo - Whip It
Wham - Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

So. Yes. Indeed. I loves the guilty pleasures of the Spice Girls and Ricky Martin. Any other such things which I am neglecting (no boy bands, Boy will shoot me in the face if I make him listen to N'Sync or something), please let me know. Or really, anything that rocks.