So many mouths are talking about Russell's collision with TEN THOUSAND METEORS; however, I'm skeptical about the actual number of meteors. I've heard rumours of it actually being closer to NINE THOUSAND METEORS, with some saying that it's NINE THOUSAND AND ONE METEORS.

Time will tell, but this blog seems to have more information, directly from righteously trustworthy news groups and scientists: [link]

I'm almost out of them. I've check all of my sites, my friend's sites, their sites and the other sites and...there's not enough internets.

The shame, the horrible shame.







God, they should've started medicating me right after I was born, geez...stupid doctors. Should probably start it soon if they want any improvement.

Imagine that title, but make it a sound, with your lips, or tongue. Like a stupid raspberry or something. Yeah, that's it.

I graduated. It was good. I looked slightly more gorgeous than usual; men and women were swooning.

At least that what I like to believe.

Yes, life is good, there is work, but no homework, thus; good.




What? Do you want some kind of soliloquy from me? I'm not Hamlet, thank you.

Holy crap, Batman, it's nearly graduation time.

Yeah, that's about it, I'm graduating soon. Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh GOD.

It's a little scary, although it's been good so far; grad gifts and such. They started with big money from my grandparents and other relatives, totaling to 250 dollars. Good haul, considering that I've already spent more than half of it on a face melter of a guitar effect pedal.

But that's really the best that's happened so far, of course I'm not really out yet, that's next weeks' festivities. At least those should be good: girlfriend out here for a few days, grad night, dinner dance and, of course, the parties! Yes, parties in the plural. Oh. Yeah.

That's it, nothing much else to say, other than the fact that washing cars as a job sucks majorly, don't ever do it.

And that's professional advice.

1.Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
Le Petit Prince - Antione de Saint-Exupery
"Ca ne fait rien, c'est tellement petit, chez moi!"

2.Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you reach?
My cowardly budgie atop my monitor.

3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Miami Ink

4. Without looking, guess what time it is:
9:10

5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
9:17

6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
Sucker Train Blues by Velvet Revolver and my budgie screaming at the speakers.

7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Hours ago, downtown Victoria to pick up something.

8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
Guitars. Sexy ones.

9. What are you wearing?
My +10 sexiness jeans, Long Beach West Coast shirt and my big red hoodie.

10. Did you dream last night?
Something weird about nothing in particular. In other words, I can't remember.

11. When did you last laugh?
When I thought up my recent idea for a tattoo; made me feel maniacally awesome.

12. What are on the walls you are in?
Paint, shelves and probably some stuff that I shouldn't mention.

13. Seen anything weird lately?
Probably, but the images of guitars in my mind override it.

14. What do you think of this quiz?
Vaguely amused.

15. What is the last film you saw?
Ocean's Thirteen. Watch it.

16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
Guitars, houses, investments, cars, world peace and a lot of unmentionably strange and sexual objects. Not women, just objects.

17. Tell me something about you that I don't know.
My dick is bigger than it looks. Oh. Yeah.

18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
Less George Bush. 'Nuff said.

19. Do you like to dance?
Is dance can be synonymous with rave, then yes.

20. George Bush:
Less thereof.

21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
Tessa, Kara, Kira or Heather.

22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
Cailan, Matthew (yup, I went there) or Robert (Jr.)

23. Would you ever consider living abroad?
Hell yes.

24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?
Wow. You do exist. Well. This is awkward.

25.Tag six people who must also do this in THEIR journal:
I HAVE NO FRIENDS! *cries*