yeah, so, this entry is just for Battle. he said i need to keep it up and write. i've been neglecting the computer and using paper and ink instead of virtual letters and punctuations. sorry. well, life is grand. my real dad has triumphantly come back into my life, after 19 years of not being there at all. he's way cool. i have 2 sisters i didn't know about. one is a half sister, and the other a step sister. both are quite cool. his interruption of my life has actually turned out to be a void filling event. i've needed this for a long time. hopefully things will finally start falling into place and going right for once. well, love life. Amanda. she's pretty dang awesome. nothing shy of perfection. very sarcastic. painfully sarcastic. makes me feel very small and inadequate at times. but, when she does, even for a second, let her feelings for me show... when she kisses me, when she lays beside me, when i wake up next to her and see her looking at me... ahhh. kill me now. i'd die happy. right now, she's sitting on her futon. right behing me. drinking coffee. flipping channels more than men do. evrything about her is what i dream of. haha.. and here's a little crack on kayla dang evett... amanda doesn't have HUUUGE friggin boobs. haha. i hate huge boobs. sorry kayla girl. well. enough of this rambling. it must end here. there is a vacant spot on the futon by amanda. it's calling my name. ahh. buh bye. - kill yourself, .Ashton Ryne Craig-Parlier.