finally, i'm all alone

in cyber-space!

I want the internet to be more like it was in hackers. That was awesome! And there was definitely no way that any old people could use it. They simply couldn't manage the necessary finger dexterity or hand eye coordination to navigate the perils of the cyberweb! Maybe they could, but only if they had at some point in their life been a trained fighter pilot.

Ahh, can you smell the freedom? No one checks my blog anymore, so finally I can truly be free. Brendon's getting married so he's too busy being cute and like the most lovable thing in the history of the world (are my true feelings showing? good. BONER!) Carter has a business and is all grown up. He's more or less forsaken his blog as well. Doug sits on his ass all day and does data entry dreaming of the sweet smell of California and the tangy taste of ditching his friend (are my true feelings showing? good. FLACID!) Shanks...oooh Shanks, where have ye gone. Lena is very preoccupied making hash marks on her wall counting down the days until she can finally be free from Hotlanta, which, I might add, doesn't sound very hot. Plus, her art has gotten weirder since being down there. Kenzie doesn't read this blog anymore... and if she is right now... Hey Kenz! Oh yeah, Lucas has a blog...huh.....whatever.

And finally I don't have to be scared of alienating anyone. Because I'm all by myself! So no one cares but me!

My dad has a blog. Unfortunately I don't know how to reach it. But the thought alone makes me chuckle. ha ha ha. Oh that was tasty.

Well I'm bored. I'm going to go back to watching Ran. Is sassy an inappropriate word to describe Kurosawa? I didn't think so. Ha ha ha. Good Night Computer.

"Good Night Jamie. I love you."

AFRO THUNDER!

So in case you've never been to Carter's Blog. It's at www.iamcarter.com. If you take a look back at the most recent YouTube link about the skiing accident, you will understand the title. A man hits the snow from 15-20 feet in the air...hard. Women are screaming. His limp body slides down the slope to a collective gasp from all of the onlookers. Then when he finally stirs and sits up, what do we hear? "Afro Thunder!"

You can't be serious. If that guy were my friend I probably would "accidentally" spill hot chocolate all over his crotch at the ski lodge. Then I would scream "STERILE LIGHTNING" right in his face, even though that doesn't make all that much sense. But his balls would burn. Then I would send all of his clothes down the mountain at night on a toboggan, grab a megaphone and scream "NAKED PARTIAL CLOUD COVER" at him while he was sleeping. The cloud cover bit is just for the sake of continuity. But then again, I probably wouldn't do any of this. Know why? Cause I don't go skiing, cause its stupid.

It's cold. And wet. The two things I associate least with rest and relaxation. The two things I want to be doing most if I am going to be getting on a plane and spending thousands of dollars on an expensive getaway. Which I will never do. I found out recently that most of my life will be spent in debt. There is little to nothing that I can do about that. I like plays. Money doesn't.

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