YAY

Its blog! Tiem!

OH NOES

:D New Meme

Copious Amounts of Time.

114 Weekly Thursdays.

8 months, 30 days.

1 1/2 years.


The first is obvious. My nonstop obsession to wearing a red and white t-shirt on a particular day because it makes me feel good about myself, and it invokes emotions in me that I can't even begin to fathom. Closing in on 2 1/2 years...

The second, is slightly less obvious, but every bit as meaningful. In one day, I will have dated Riley for 9 months. This is by far the longest and happiest relationship I have ever been in. Sure, we've fucked up. Sure, I've been a dick. Sure, she's been a bitch. It happens. But in the end we are here for each other to heal, and to comfort, and to cry. Basic emotions are not something to take for granted, and I think that everyone ( ANDREW ) should definitely experience the highs and lows of a relationship, no matter how trivial.

The last, is just me stroking my somewhat diminished ego. There was a time when I thought I was the biggest bad ass to grace the Earth. It was awesome, I was the coolest loser. I guess that made me someone. I find myself slipping back into what I like to call "Eighth Grade" where I was blatantly oblivious to my social status and did not really give two fucks about you or your shit. I don't really care. It allows me to hone in on what witty, quirky shit that makes me sharp and interesting.

I went back and read every entry I've contributed. I read every post.

I really do appreciate all of you, and the inspiration you are to me to be such a fucking genius. If it were not for any of you (main two Andy and Michelle) I would have given up on humanity long ago.

No one would hear my poems. Now its two.

No one would see my drawings. Now its two.

No one would listen to me scream, yell, protest, and cry. No one would love me.


Thank you.

=)

Hi guys


Its been a while now, hasnt it?

Well, I gave up on Cross Country before I even started trying for it >.<

Ive also got to get up at 5 every morning to go babysit. I mean its not so bad, but on nights like these when I cant sleep, it can get kinda aggravating.

At least my Fett is in full-swing and minis is making a resurgent come-back :D If you don't know how to play Star Wars Miniatures and you want to I will teach you.

On a final note(s) One: My Life Is Awesome.
Two: Starting a Star Wars RPG, if your interested in playing a d20 tabletop campaign set 4,000 years before A NEW HOPE, get your lightsaber and your robes, cuz its gonna be epic.

=D

Minis is fun!

-.- 'Tupid Tanis has been texting me allllll the time, it makes me think shes even moar crazy.

I do declare that Jeff Gordon will win on Sunday, by the way.

Erm

Maybe...

I'lll

Eat

Sum

KAKE!

Lyf3

A new movement. Via me.

Lyf3 is to express life and live to the fullest.

Doing what you want, when you want, in a constructive and original manner.

To create something, to destroy, or to simply revise something old -- are all options.

Living lyf3 with new philosophies and new opinions, changing ideas shouldn't be shunned. Granted you can be wrong, but you shouldn't care. It is who you are, and no one has the right to change you.

Everyone can join, and everyone can leave.

Any race, any creed, religion, or gender. Everyone is welcome, you need not preach lyf3, and you need not change. But you don't need to stay the same either. To be hypocritical is not frowned upon, as long as you make sense.

But ignorance is not accepted.

Thus making lyf3 a contradictory program. But I think it makes sense.

:D I get to start today :D Its my philosophy, feel free to change and improve it.

Time just flys

Seven Hundred and Twenty-One. That number doesn't mean much to anyone. Anyone but me. Seven Hundred and Twenty-One is today.

No one can seem to comprehend what is most important to anyone else. Everyone is far too selfish, and can not take a moment to think in a bipartisan manner unconcerned to themselves. Your guilty. I am guilty. I did it today, I guess.

But thats not what I really want to talk about. I want to talk about things that are important, but not to everyone: not just my perception on people's emotional rights and appeals.

Well, let me rephrase that: I don't want to talk about anything. I want to ramble, and touch on whatever I feel like typing, as it so fluently flows from my fingers to the formatted screen.

I kinda want to start with my whole Thursday thing... I love it. I love telling people Im on Thursday 103, or wherever I am. I love the feeling I get on Thursday, it makes something that was otherwise ordinary to something AWESOME. This transformation, I suppose should be taken on by everyone to make everything just as awesome as every Klendy-Day.

Find something obscure. Find something that screams "you". Find something to be Unique. Not the "Gradeschool unique"...

Allow me to explain. Remember how Teachers in grade school would tell everyone that they were either special, or unique? Well, they told that to everyone. Here is a shocking revelation to everyone -- or rather, anyone who will listen: YOU ARE UNIQUE, JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. Im sorry. Im sorry Im breaking the mold. Im sorry I am in actuality someone who IS unique. Someone unlike everyone else.

Sure, Im "weird". Sure Im not normal.

But what is "normal"?

Normal is everyone else.

I am not that.

Everyone else is stupid, close-minded, oppressant, supercilious, and worst of all conformist. I hate conformity. Hell, I hate preaching for conformity, and seeing as I am preaching for non-conformity; I guess Im just as bad.

I guess I hate myself.

Way to go Kyle...

I just hope Im not making a mold for others to "non-conform" into...