Boyle: I think I smell like weed. World: *cue the mother and her children with absolutely offended facial expressions* --- I'm still recovering from the beautifully chaotic party at Sir Danko's apartment last night. I've decided to stay home tonight. Well, most likely. There is a keg at Zak's which is just calling my name. But I think I'm going to try to do some good to this body. It's been deprived of it's basics-- sleeping, eating right, and excersising. But hey, that drunken hike to Kwikfill with Brennan (my newfound fellow Journey fiend) may of counted as excersise. And you know, gummi worms, Wendy's, and Russ's popcorn is somewhat good food. Plus, sleeping for three hours is STILL sleeping, eh? That's right. Oh, the power of self reassurance. --- I have a good feeling this coming summer is going to be just as wacked out as last summer. Only a week and half left of high school. My excitement about being on the edge of summer outweighs any reflective feelings I have about high school coming to an end. I just want it to end already, bring on the crazy summer months. --- A serious illness of writing and drawing block has taken me over. I'm not sure if I'm not having enough inspiration in my life, or too much that it's just confusing my mind.I think it's the latter. Things have been out of control for me lately that I haven't had much time to really think and put things into perspective. I hate when I get too consumed in my own events. Ehh, but hopefully, it will pass like it usually does and my ideas will come back stronger like they usually do. --- And i retire to Ted Leo for the night. You should as well. G'night lads.