I'm gonna start a new thing with every post I make, which is an "interesting article".

For today, that article is here.

Heh, snakes on a plane. A pity the snake was killed though. I wish they could have saved it and released it back into its natural habitat.

Anyways, I went down to Richard's place for some H3 and Rock Band. I've improved on my vocals, and I managed to do Wonder Wall by Oasis (REally good song) on Medium and pull off an 85% even though I never heard it before. I could probably do around the same percentage on Hard the next time I go.

Another note-That song really hit me.

Meh, the days are beginning to fly by. I really wish I could slow time. Alas, I cannot.

Well, a couple things to wrap up

Birthday: The Saturday (Family and non-Raider friends day) was pretty damn fun. We played a lot of Rock band, with me doing most of the singing. Kevin got good on the guitars fast-he was playing on Hard after two or three songs. Jiu Jiu got into an argument, so I had to shout him down. I scared the crap outta my family though. Like, everyone was just staring at me, and even my mom shrank down a couple inches.

The Sunday party was okay. Army of Two was brought over, and it rocks, except for the whole "third person shooter" thing. I'm an FPS nut, so I like first person better. After a while, video games got a bit stale, so we just sat around and talked...and talked.

Then they left to get burritos. Fuckers. =P

At school, I got some "Happy birthday"s, namely only about five, and those were only after I had told Tiffany. Even she didn't know, and she had been planning a makeover for me. Just goes to show how easy it is to forget about me. Meh. Fuck it, I'm used to it.

Best part of my birthday, hands down, is Maj taking me to shoot .22's. It was my first time shooting a real firearm, and I have to say, its pretty exhilarating. Sure it was only a single shot, single load rifle, but hey, I can settle for what I can these days, and seeing the targets and thinking "Man, I'm ready for the zombie apocalypse" really gets you feelin' good.

Anyways, I guess I got pretty lucky this MArch 18th. I finally found common ground with Jane-we both collect quarters. We got into a little scuffle over a Utah quarter that we got out of the vending machine with my dollar. Eventually I got it, but Michael gave Jane a Utah quarter from his pocket, so I guess we both were satisfied.

Meh. For some reason, I can't find something to talk to anybody about these days.


Well, I got chem homework to work on. Signing off.

The point, as Marx saw it, is that dreams never come true.
-Hannah Arendt

I think the top quote really projects how I feel nowadays. I don't think anything will ever work in my favor.

I want to escape. I want to end this feeling of misery. I want to let go of this reality and wake up in Elysium.

I want to be free.

Been having a fuckin' sore throat for the past two weeks. Hurts whenever I swallow. Fuck.

Anyways, I've been talking with Jane a bit more, getting to know her better. But, the thing is, I just can't find that common denominator in which to connect with her. Its like I'm black and she's white (to all you racists and/or civil rights lawyers out there, I meant that as in metaphorically, NOT in skin tones. Jeez.)

I mean, I still like her. I don't know why. Once again, part of me wishes that love would die, while the other is keeping it alive. Ugh

This is just killing me. I just want to tell her how I feel about her and get this...this thing off my chest.

But I can't. I keep on feeling that I'll screw up like I always do, and lose what little feeling she has for me. Note: By little, I mean microscopic. But this is a personal observation. I don't know for sure.

In the case that she has/did have feelings for me as well, well then, FUCK. Missed all my cues, screwed up all my opportunities, messed everything up. I guess everyone's right about me being a failure at love. Well, It probably won't matter anyways. Once spring break comes, I'll begin the kolinahr. And this will be ended.