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  1. DesertSheep

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    Yeah so 2:30 rolls around and I finally decide to get some sleep. Not even an hour later, I'm just minding my own business and I get a phone call from my friend Cathy. Turns out her and my other two friends, Ashetan and Jen decided they want to go on a coffee run. I tag along because.. well because it's prolly the only eventful thing I'll be doing in a while.
    We go play some chess and drink some coffee and it's all good... but about an hour later Cathy says she's tired and needs to go home so she can get to work later on. It's kinda lame that she'd drive out from Puyallup to my house and then to the North end of Tacoma just for an hour long coffee session. Now I'm all hyped up on caffeine and there's nothing to do here.
    I feel like singing. I'm actually in a pretty decent mood right now. Well, I'm still dwelling on the fact that some guy drove by and called me ugly. I mean, you'd think someone old enough to drive would be mature enough to refrain... but then again, he was the passanger. Not that 'ugly' is much of an insult. Personally, I think it just makes the insulter look bad because if the only insult they can think of is 'ugly' then, well.... yeah. Insults based on opinions, especially asthetic ones are lame. But still... no one wants to be called ugly. Especially someone with an ego, like mine. I know I'm not ugly so it doesn't matter, but I'll prolly dwell on it for the next day or two. I think it did me good though, made me think about some things... deflated my big head a bit.
    Lately I've haven't been very happy. I mean, I'm enjoying life and everything, but I don't think I'm letting myself be happy. Happiness is a choice and I should just live life the way I usually do. I've been overthinking things and I think my fear of ruining things is what's going to end up ruining things. So from now on, I will not give a damn... well not quite that. I will just be myself and let the world feel the burden. They can make of me what that will. I don't care.
    I think I'm gonna call John later today. See how his drill went. I wonder if he likes his new haircut. I didn't do such a good job so my mom had to finish it. Oh well, it's good practice. I've been acting difficult towards him. Complaining all the time, being mopy. I really need to stop before I drive him away. Maybe if he's up to it I'll treat him to lunch and we can stop by a gun shop... hopefully one's open on Sunday. Maybe I'll do some research online to see what's open. Maybe bullseye. Haven't been there in a long while. I'll prolly have to buy some gas for him though 'cause it's a long drive out from his house. Gas is so expensive though, but it's cheaper near my house. Once you cross the Narrows bridge into Gigharbor and Kitsap County, gas is hella pricy. Gee.. I hope he doesn't have plans. I know I have to go buy garbage bags and some stuff later today and clean up the house a bit though. But I don't want to wait until tomorrow because I have to go get a photo ID and some stuff around 1ish and that'll prolly take up my afternoon. Sunday's not a good day to watch a movie especially when it's StarWar's opening weekend. I kinda wanna watch Unleashed, but John said to wail till next weekend.
    What to do, what to do. I know I'm typing a lot, but I have all this coffee running through me and nothing to channel my energy into. Maybe I'll do yoga. But I don't think that starts until 6. Maybe I'll stretch and bend and be all contortionist like.... but that'd be strange...
    I wish they didn't put so much dairy into gourmet espresso beverages, my stomach hurts now.
    Wow, it's bright out for 5 in the morning. I guess summer's coming soon.. I hope it doesn't rain as much today as it did on Friday. I need to wash the car.
    Well I've run out of things to rant on about so I think I'm going to go compose music or something. Ciao.
     
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