Well here I am following a lovely little technology trend...I guess this is what happens when one becomes burdened by boredom over their x mas break from school...well I shall enjoy this. I don't have much to say...well all right I have a lot to say, maybe even to much to actually fit into a little online journal. To begin this I shall send some plaguing questions out into cryberspace... (1.) What the hell ever happened to Warren G? (not Kenny G, but Warren G) (2.) When the hell is that wound or whatever going to heal on Nelly's face, so he can finally remove that annoying little band aid? (3.) Is there such a thing as fate? Ahhh....questions...the one bad habit I can't escape from is always asking questions. Always wondering about everything that happens in the world...I know it sounds pretty pitiful, but I guess I just find entertainment in observing and questioning the weird little things that go on in this huge world. Wow this is going to be long...I have a lot more to say today than I thought. There is one thing plaguing my mind right now...and that's this whole war against terrorism that seems to be linked to smoking weed, I am wondering how I missed this connection before. I never thought marijuana would cause more problems than the munchies...I guess I was wrong. Well I think I'll stop right now...reread this...and than maybe write some more... Well like I said I reread it...and it seems fine to me, than again I'm not picky so it's all good. Well I guess I'll include a little something about what's been going on this week. I've gone out drinking more than I should have, I passed all of my classes (which is a sweet surprise), I met up with an old crowd (which may be harmful in the long run), and to top it all off I woke up with a hangover today and a nice toothache. I do so love the holidays. I don't have much to complain about but I do have another question to send out into the void...why do people come in and out of our lives if their not willing to be part of us? I have a friend whom I spent time with and when it's comfortable for him, he comes back around to see me. Now this wouldn't be a problem except for the fact that I hate when people play games. But is this a game? It's nothing romantic so should it bother me as much? Do I allow things to bother me too much? I think so...but still I can't help but wonder why I meet the people I meet. Is it drawn out in some complicated plan before hand? Is this fate? Is there fate? Ugh...I think I am definitely done...