Wake Up, You Sons of Bitches!

Sitting around my house. Waiting for people to wake up and get online. I guess I could use the phone, but who likes the phone? I can type almost as fast as I talk anyway. Made the pico de gallo for our 4th of July dinner, and now all that's missing is Larkin. Ah, Larkin. Wonderful, soft, sweet-smelling, blue-haired Larkin. We've been going out for nearly four months.

Hmm. I need to write a rant. Let me browse cnn.com real quick.



http://www.cnn.com/2003/ALLPOLITICS/07/04/bush.day.ap/index.html

Man. Yet another reckless, hardheaded patriotic anti-terrorism speech- and sapping strength from the 4th of July! "Since that September day," he says. I guess whoever writes his speeches is running out of good synonyms for "9-11". I mean, he talks about it a fucking lot. It's the only thing Bush can use to justify sending half of the most powerful army in the world into the desert hellhole that the Middle-East is. I mean, he's seperating these troops from their families to wage some biblical war on "evil"! Now he wants to send troops to Liberia too! Is Bush slowly turning into a dictator, or what? With all these attacks on, well, everyone, it seems like he's taking over the world.

He says we won't stand by and wait for another attack. Well, fuck. What other attacks have their been in our own country? The only bloodshed happening now isn't in our own homes, it's on the other side of the world. But he's right. We're not waiting for attacks. We're just making more of them. I bet the average foreigner thinks the Americans are the terrorists...

I Liek Shopping

Man, some kickass day. As planned, Larkin, Rob and I ventured to the mall for clothes shopping. That's right- we busied ourselves restoring rob's tired old wardrobe, one that mainly consisted of gray t-shirts and jeans. Now he sports two new outfits PLUS accessories: a fishnet undershirt to go with either a black, punktacular workshirt (much like the ones I usually wear) laced with decorative zippers, or a nice, simple, SOAD t-shirt. To further help his new tendency to absorb all the light in a room, we went to target and got him two pairs of dark blue navy carpenter pants, and a snazzy new black leather belt, complete with lots of little metal holes. Oh, and he's got one of those necklaces with the big metal beads. I must say- it beats the shit out of Tommy Hilfiger t-shirts. I commend thee.

And I got me a new rayon black work shirt.

Now, we should do this to Todd.

Anyhow, Larkin used her powers for awesome to buy us coffee at the mall, and sushi after our shopping trips, but not before our hike in the park. I mean, sushi! I love sushi! Even Rob likes sushi! Larkin's so kind to us. All that extra money she gets, she uses on two bums like Rob and I! I love, LOVE that girl!

So, to end the night, we watched a depressing film about poor Irish kids at my house. Good movie. Better with her, even.

The Master of Analogies Strikes Again!

Phoenix110585: quite a force to be reckoned with...
Phoenix110585: this fate thing
JohnH778: yesh
JohnH778: I usually just knife it and go out with larkin
JohnH778: cause fate's, like, this big ball of jello
JohnH778: if it envelops you, you can't get out
JohnH778: but if you see it coming
JohnH778: you can KNIFE IT
JohnH778: ...up into smaller, more manageable cubes, at least

YES

Oh, man. Larkin's back. I feel so much better now. Seeing her was the most wonderful thing that's happened in a week. Well, obviously. But you know what I mean. It just felt good to actually be able to be close to her. I hate telephones.

So yeah, I was doing some nostalgic thing earlier. I'm in the mood to write about it now, because, well, I'm in the mood to do anything that involves positive shit. So I was looking through my archives- mostly the early ones. I'm not a self-aware person, an paradoxially enough, I know that I'm not. It troubles me sometimes, actually, to not really know my true qualities. I rely on friends and other sources to get a general idea of who I am. My blog's a great thing to read, especially entries six months ago or so, since this is one of the places I put my real emotions into. That and choir, but I can't very well record myself singing while I'm in the midst of 106 others.

I think I've come up with a general idea of some of my characteristics- finally. Most of these are probably pretty obvious to everyone- but I find it much harder to see myself. Yeah. I'm just weird that way.

1. I tend to be a sarcastic, cynical bastard- at least when dealing with things I hate.
2. When talking about ailments or shit that bothers me, I exaggerate. Maybe I'm a slight hypochondriac.
3. I swear a lot. No shit, right?
4. Whenever I find someone that I take a romantic interest in, I almost never feel a simple slight liking for that person. I thrive on constant, intense affection, and therefore, I'm either indifferent to a girl, or I love her with all my heart.
5. Also regarding my love life, I tend to like taking care of someone. I guess I just sort of have this instinct to protect a lover, shield her from anything disheartening. Who wouldn't?
6. I make a shitload of empty threats. So don't make me shove a red hot sewing needle in your eye.
7. As says #1, I'm only cynical with things I hate. When dealing with something I love, I tend to be pretty compassionate. I guess I'm sort of two sided- which means, when I'm in love, my cynicism turns into the submissive side of me, and I become vulnerable to the real bastards like Rob and Todd, who like taking advantage of that. Heh. I guess I deserve it.
8. I like knives.
9. Whenever I accomplish something, I'm obsessed by this, and get a sort of feeling that I'm instantly a master at whatever skill I used. Like, with my story. I wrote that first part, and most people thought it was cool, so I got a bit cocky, didn't really think about it anymore, and wrote a shitty second chapter. I need to watch out for that...
10. I do not like authority, but I'm good at looking presentable. Most adults like me because I'm able to put on this mask of a polite, tolerable personality. In other words, the inner me wants to cut my math teacher's head off, but the exterior me just says "Mrs.Sampogna, I'm pretty sure I turned that worksheet in." Or some shit like that.

I can't come up with anything else right now. But now that I've read my blog, and been in a nice lasting relationship with someone, I think I know myself a lot better than before. I am content now.

Well, Larkin should be home soon. I wait eagerly like a Jack Russel fucking terrier for that alarm sound I've got on AIM that tells me when she logs on. I can't wait to see her. The past few days have been, well, pathetically hellish. But surely, some can understand. Once you're in love with someone, being apart is the most painful thing imaginable... I've never told anyone, because some goofy scientist has probably said it before, but one of my chief philosophies has yet to be compromised. It goes something like this:

Humans never feel the need for anything unless they've experienced it at least once.

And it's true. Not even food or water. Sure, a baby will feel hunger pains and thirst, but does a baby really know what the fuck water or baby food is? No. Once it gets some, it knows what will sustain its life and it craves it from then on.

Man. I was just reading some of my past blog archives- like, the ones from the very creation of this life's timeline I call my blog.

OH SHIT! I continue nostalgic monologue later. LARKIN'S HOME

You are Peace.

You are at peace with your self and the world
around you. You have balance in your life and
exude tranquility from every pore of your body.
People are constantly asking you "what is
your secret?"


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Crap

Ah, god! Rob's right. My story sucks ass past the first chapter. I think I need to quit rambling about this old Japanese guy and develop my characters more slowly, per his advice. Don't even read that shit I posted down there earlier- imma delete it and do something better.