No matter how hard I try, I can't make an interesting entry. I write occasionally about my days and current states of unease or constipation, but it all seems pointless. I don't think people care. Sure somebody may end up writing "Oh, but we do care" but you know what?, methinks it's just a pitty comment. So anyways, I've been doing ok so far for those who care. I actually had some alcohol the other night in the form of jello shots. For those who know me, I drink maybe once in a blue moon and this was a blue moon I guess. And beyond that, I'm hanging out with a friend soon and playing a drinking game where we watch Star Wars (don't know which one) and take a shot every time they say "the force". Sounds like fun, eh? I don't think it's that original either, but it might be fun. Getting sloshed to sci-fi. Good times. I'd like to write down everything I'm thinking about, but unfortunatly, people I hang out with routinely read this, so I shall keep it all bottled up inside as usual. So much in my little head that I'm going to burst someday. I spoke with my friend about this very matter that jello shot night. She seems to keep much of what she feels inside as I do, but has a timer that she hasn't a clue as to when it'll go off. I, on the other hand, believe myself to have a trigger. Someday, somebody is going set that trigger off and I'm afraid of what I might do. I've gone off once, I ended up picking my brother up by the neck. So I'm anxious to see who and what'll trigger it. Mmmmmm, pointless violence. Luckily for them, I have a fuse about a mile long, so it takes an incredible amount of shit to piss me off. I think I'm happy though, I'm not sure. I've got so many things in my life bouncing back and forth, making me think sideways and backwards and sometimes inverted. I feel like I'm the tennis ball. Or maybe hockey puck. Ok, next time, I'll try to leave a funny, sarcastic, pointless, and maybe prosaic entry to entertain at least one of you.