Damn, A Wireless Mouse Can't Be Used as a Noose So I'm at school and I'm dead tired. After next week I'm pretty much in clear except for exams... not like I'll sweat exams much. I'm an English major and, dude, I speak English... so it will all work out. I'm just so so so so so tired. It reminds me of this song...

I'm tired of waking up tired. Waking up tired. Waking up tired...

It just keeps going if you want it too, but I'm too tired to keep it up.

So no internet still at the new house. The new house is pretty cool I guess, but it doesn't feel much bigger than the old one. My brother's all happy about this "LAN room" of ours, but love the old family room. We easily could have made that a LAN room. I miss the old house. It's so weird to go there and see it empty and realize I don't live there anymore. It's my house god damit! But whatever. Waking up at the new house is weird too. I always feel like I'm at Rod's house. It just doesn't quite feel like home yet. Not one bit at all. Maybe when the cable and internet are installed. I don't know. I'm not feeling it yet. Thus far, I wouldn't do it again.

Soo... umm... yap!.. Kobe Sucks. I guess he doesn't suck. I'm beating Rod's team on TSN.com... ha ha! (Nelson). Take that Dirk! Yer hurr is no match for match for Grant Hill because he's a cowboy (He's a cowboy). Wait, Rod has him too. Umm... oink oink oink oink oink.

I give up on the Nick league. Stupid Tim Duncan is injured. You son of a bitch! Tim Dunncan was my Kurt Angle of that league... BTW, number 12 in the WWE fantasy league. Damn, Nick was right, I should have picked Dawn Marie. She's my girl. Damn it. My Smackdown picks suck this week. Stupid no internet. I would have made better picks if I didn't do it all last minute. What was I thinking, sir?

This girl in my one class is pretty awesome. She quoted Family Guy - "Alright!". But she quoted when Chris said it. But if we started dating and got close she'd want us to move in together really young because you know white people always moving out young.

This is a long blog... I'm turning into Rod.... ahahahahahahahahaha. So yea... just writing in my blog... gonna play some cs... myspace sucks... Triple H (Head tilt)... lovin' that.

Haven't habbo'd in awhile. I love the dancing on it. I miss dancing on people's faces. I quote Cosby in class today. Not The Cosby Show - COSBY! Love that show.

Man, how old is Sky Sweetnam? Why does she look so damn tall? I don't know. I'm not feelin' her clothes... nor am I feelin' Fefe Dobson's hair. What's up wit dat? I like Emm Gryner a lot lately. I don't know why. I think it's because she plays piano and bass... I refuse girl guitar players - I'm looking in your direction Sara... or Tegan... damn, all twins should wear name tags. Remember Kenny and Denny? "Hey now now!" They sucked.

We read a book called "Love & Sex" in children's literature today. I got in some big fights. Stupid girls. Bitches should stay in the kitchen, that's what I say. I was like "Hey... woman... go in the kitchen and make me a pie!" A lot of ugly girls in the class. Ya know... weird teeth, balding girl, O' Doyle... do her, do her, lose the pigtails and we'll talk.

I'm just gonna keep on going with this one it seems. I found a free verision of Pro Tools online. It has 8 tracks which should be good enough for awhile. I'll make some Dashbord / Emm Gryner sounding stuff. But not with stupid Dashboard tuning. So not worth it. My Paula Abdul cover is pretty awesome.

I've been eating cotton candy all day. It's happy food. That and slurpees... unless it's a crapy slurpee like banana.

So I plan on getting my guitars back soon. And my mixer. Sons of bitches. Yes, Rod and Lauren... sons of bitches. Well, Lauren isn't a son of a bitch. Bitch of a bitch? Bitch of a son? Son of a son? Nickels and boobs... money.

I guess that's it.

Quote - "Man on the side is like fries on the side" - Rod.  ¶ 4:04 PM