What's been up? Well, where should I start? My heart is like Samuel L. Jackson and Bruce Willis, and is Unbreakable, or at least to the extent of my knowledge. I found the end of a major sewer system here in A-Town. I've been living mostly on Ramen and whatever sandwich I can throw together in two minutes flat, and 2% Milk. I got a smiley face watch, as aforementioned. I memorized Invictus by William Ernest Henley, and recited it to close to the best of my ability for Poetry Out Loud. I watched Se7en, and part of The Shawshank Redemption, which I need to see (possibly future?). I ate my first Pannini at lunch today, and it was awesome. I changed my bass strings and used the old ones to make an army men zip line in my room, complete with helicopter banking up sharply. I made a Zune charger using an old Zune cable and an old Cell Charger for a phone that I no longer have, using only a butterfly knife and hemostats, and it works. I picked up some buck-fifty Halloween/Christmas lights at a dollar store, which was a great deal. I finally finished a game of monopoly, my first ever! I then crashed at Nemo's house, jamming on guitars and listening to music and debating over existential quandaries until four in the morning this weekend, and I made it through a day of school today, one filled with loathing and self-doubt and wracked with the pain and isolation of my pitiful meaningless existence.
What's going on? I'm wondering if anyone got the Weird Al reference in that last line. I'm apologizing for making lists, and not adding any links, but I am really tired right now. Battling with ZoneAlarm for control of my computer and access to the internet, now currently realizing that it's just that my router is garbage. Back online. I'm working on making Dead Drop number four, but I'll need more flash drives after this... I resisted the urge again to go onto the Facebook, and am determined to finish this post. I'm thinking about what to write here, and am just typing words and the occasional numeral at this point. I am dreadfully far behind on my homework, and am listening to Joe Strummer & the Mescalereo's Streetcore for probably the tenth time. This album is amazing. And at a lack of anything else to say, would politely like to ask you to dinner this coming Saturday, provided I am back in town. Wondering why "implore" seems to have such negative connotations, because of the similarity to "deplore"?
Plans for the future, I'm going out of town for Thanksgiving, and need books to read. If you have any suggestions, I implore you to post in the comments. I am going to go to sleep soon, because I am incredibly tired. Hopefully I will get new pickups for my bass, so that it is super sexy, and good, hopefully. I'm the one bringing doughnuts to the party in Bio tomorrow! Hooray! Doughnuts! I am hopefully going to get new batteries for my camera, because I am out of that supply. Also need to get Inkheart, because that book has disappeared from my bookshelf. Drat. I, uh, wish I could say something really cool, but I'm so tired. I plan on just getting a bunch of army men, and having a super-intense army man battle over the break, and would like to get that Dead Drop done and set in stone. Hopefully, I've used that word so much in this post, christ, I can do all of those things if I just put in a little effort, the only hopefully is hopefully I can open up my heart a little and someone will return the gesture. But apologizing for that last sentence, that was Nemo's territory and I am backing off. Also, I need to fix my tuning peg, because as of now, my bass only has three...
Well, thank you all for reading, and have a good night.