perfect afternoon yesterday/perfect morning today

I don't give a damn; I'm happy as a clam. Nobody knows me at all.

Ah, what can you do? There's no one like you. Nobody knows me at all.

such eloquent graffiti like "we'll meet again" & "bump the man" & "tell my mother not to worry"

so my mom got these washcloths, and they're not bad washcloths at all. In fact, they're a bit poufier and softer than the washcloths we've had forever. So, these rags are softer, lighter, and newer... and I refuse to use them. I don't know what it is, but I'm always bummed when all the old washcloths are dirty and i HAVE to use a new one. I can't really point to a reason for my disliking them. I just do.

Jordan, Casey, Alex, and I got together last night. That was pretty fun. We just kind of cruised, and then we met up with Travis and Blair. Not so long after that, we ended up watching Full Metal Jacket, which is always good.. even though I fell asleep. That's okay though. Sunday's soon.

'tis the season!

nothin' like christmas. i got me a banjo and a stove, and i'm a happy boy. 

merry christmas, err'body. i love you guys.

and when i say you guys, i mean whoever is reading this. 

but, i'll send a shout-out to people that i know READ this, so: Alex, Carter, Dylan, and Emmett, I love you guys for bein' friends and givin' some giggles and experiencin' this year with me.

but i also love my mother and father for going out of their way to make christmas special and all, cooking and buying and such. 

and i love that kid bernice, for always being there and makin' me grin, among a jillion other things.

and i love my little cousins for their curiosity and excitement to be alive. 

it's a good day to know such good people in such bad times.

up against a wall

Let's see.. This weekend, the youngest of my older cousins came in with his wife. That was really cool, because I'm quite keen on both of them. We played a few heated games of Scrabble and Apples to Apples, just to prove how adventurous our family is. The weekend was mostly nice because Bernice came to visit on Saturday. A family dinner of sorts went down that evening and that's always interesting. 

...I'm from a clan of rednecks.  It's always funny, either way. 

Hiking on Monday was pretty swell too - it was just an eight mile up-and-back. I'd done the trail before, but I enjoyed it just as much the second time. 

I wonder why this is just like a journal now.. I'm not even putting in any general thoughts on why things are and all that. Go figure. I don't really have anything to say about that. 

Waffle House was pretty sweet last night and Alex gave me a crazy good gift. Even though I wasted gas going to staunton, it was worth it. 

time moves slowly.

today was the slowest day i can remember so far this year. everything just dragged. We started seminars, and relativity is blowing my mind already. Slower watches, inertial reference frames - it's all mind-boggling. i have a bit too much history to do to be blogging, but i hope everyone likes that cool new playlist. i thought it was pretty neat. 

oh, real quick about this weekend: it was pretty good. i went cabin camping with a group of pubescent boys, along with emmett and matthew. the squeals and thrown cookies were annoying, but it was really nice wandering around the woods and playing chess aside the fire with emmett. i think we had a damn good time.

it would have been nice to have seen bernice too, but there's always thursday for that.

i'm the next act, waiting in the wings. i'm an animal trapped in your car. you're all i need.

i can't log into my governor's school email, i'm not ready for midterms, i'm not ready for a physics test on friday, my ipod doesn't work, i'm fed up with choir, i'm dead tired, and for the first time in forever, i let down optimism's curtain. i'm starting to expose the caged beast they hid to pacify the masses. i'm starting to get fed up with the masses who are scared of the beast and too caught up in everything else to change its state. i don't hate the ugliness of society, i hate the apathy toward starting it. i'm tired of lying, thinking everything in this world is grand. i'm tired of putting up with people who couldn't care less. 

speaking of tired, i would be thinking differently if i weren't tired. like mama always said, i'm a real bitch when i'm sleepy.