another day passes and… ftp server is still down…

whatever….

just got back from backpacking…

you can go to bryan’s blog “feel the emotion” for some minor details on how it went. I give him props for using Blogspot and not xanga like all those uncultured buffoons.

just some details

- including the trip to the waterfalls, the total trip was about 11 miles

- we left church on saturday at 9, and surprisingly to me, only one person was there.

- it took 1 hour to find parking

- a parking pass to park is 5 dollars. a parking ticket for parking without a pass is 5 dollars.

- koreans like to hike with ski poles

- there was 7 of us, but we carried food for 15 people

- each of us on average ate about a pound of cheese

- when we got back, we ordered 3 pizzas.

anyways.. i gave blood on friday, and i got 2 hours of sleep on friday night.. so.. by the time we got back, i was very tired… remind me never to give blood right before again.

I just remembered that time at the market

snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart

and rolled down aisle five

you looked behind you to smile back at me

crashed into a rack full of magazines

they asked us if we could leave

I can’t remember what went wrong last September

though I’m sure you’d remind me if you had to

our love was comfortable and so broken in

I sleep with this new girl I’m still getting used to

my friends all approve,

say “she’s gonna be good for you”

they throw me high fives

she says the Bible is all that she reads

and prefers that I not use profanity

your mouth was so dirty

life of the party and she swears that she’s artsy

but you could distinguish Miles from Coltrane

our love was comfortable and so broken in

she’s perfect

so flawless

or so they say

she thinks I can’t see the smile that she’s faking

and poses for pictures that aren’t being taken

I loved you

grey sweatpants

no makeup

so perfect

our love was comfortable and so broken in

she’s perfect

so flawless

I’m not impressed

I want you back

there’s really no point for me to write here… my ftp server is down.. so it may be days before it’s actually published… but people have been visiting my site at an alarming rate.. and even though i can’t change anything on it.. i wanna show that i made at least an effort.

umm.. my little cousin (aaron)’s birthday just passed. though he’s not little anymore. it’s been a long time since the days where i couldn’t stand him… to the days i could tolerate him.. to now where i enjoy his presence.

i think my first memory of him is reciting all the state capitals. i remember making him catch footballs with his eyes closed. there was a time when he could tell you who played what position and what team they were on for every nfl player. i remember he used to call me lenny..

i’m proud of who you are and who you’re becoming. now we can watch rated-R movies together.

there’s something different in the air. the winds have brought something new. a tornado has hit my room. well.. i rearranged the furniture in my room today. well.. i’m still in process. right now.. other than the desk.. everything else is scatterred all over the floor and on my bed. i’m gonna have to clean it up before i sleep. for some reason… every 3 months or so.. sometimes more.. i feel the need to change the look of my room. there may be a psycho bitch out there that could analyze this as to do with some sort of fear of commitment or utter selfishness… (hehe, let’s laugh together laureen) *awkward laugh…* .. but this is just how i’ve always been.

i think i’ve disassembled and reassembled my desktop over 10 times now. since it’s made of cheap plywood, the holes are all morphed now and the boards don’t quite stay together. it’s been long since i removed the keyboard tray and the secret shelf. there’s only 4 corners to a square room and it’s starting to get harder to be more creative on how to change it into something completely different. i don’t know.. next time you come to my room.. tell me how it looks. i like how spacie it is…

(…i’m craving a wild cherry pepsi…)

well it’s been.. a week since i’ve done my hair. you couldn’t imagine how many people commented on it this weekend. everything from.. “i like your new haircut” to “what the hell?”.. it’s just hair.. of course.. no one commented on the fact that i didn’t wear glasses.. i find that a bit odd. i’ll have to go another week without them.

that girl that asks me out in class.. i asked her what she thought of my hair and she said.. “i like anything you do to your hair because you’re tim.” haha… *awkward laugh* but her point is valid. but i don’t like my hair.

(…i want flaming hot fries..)

i think it may be my contacts.. but i seem to always have this.. sense.. of.. fogginess. almost like i’m in a dream. i’m constantly tired. constantly in need for a nap. i’m sure this is due to my schedule. it was alright in the beginning but.. as the weeks have gone by.. i think my body is feeling the effects of it. days feel like weeks. i have a hard time remembering the mornings in the evenings. and i’m missing certain people a lot.. seems like months since i’ve seen them… *shrug..

just waiting for the feeling to pass.

(…as for my other needs, i’m going to 7-11 right now…)

when i push on the shift key with my left pinky.. 9 times out of ten.. it doesn’t work. and if you think it’s just my keyboard… it isn’t just my keyboard but any computer i use. when i push a letter with my left pinky.. i get a weird sensation that i can’t explain.

for some reason.. during transtitional thoughts in my head, i think of baseball situations. like.. i finish thinking of something in my head.. and randomly i think, sacrfice bunt to the 3rd baseman. then i think something else… wtf..

i haven’t done my hair in 3 days. i haven’t worn my glasses in 4.

i’m constantly tired. doesn’t matter how long i sleep. i take naps all through the day.