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Reason for Personal State of Alert:
- So this is post-college life? Really? *shivers*

- The Passion of Christ featured a deleted scene where Christ called me out and told me "You're next"

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Bouncing Back and Forth
2001-08-23 - 10:43 p.m.

What?

Sorry bout the short kinda stupid post earlier. I'd say I'm feeling better now, and mentally I am, but physically, I'm not. I decided to be silly and throw paper plates at Jesse when he ordered a pizza at my place during Smackdown, but didn't realize the corner of the wall would be in my way, and SMASHED my arm into it really hard. Crumpled on the floor in pain, went "ow" lots, made noises which were half laughing, half hysterics, and now, my arm is wrapped in masking tape. I'm going to have to take it off though, it's on a bit tight. Ow.

"What? What? What?" Damn you Stone Cold!

Yeah, I actually felt a lot better after that brief post. I went to Mellow Mushroom, and this time indulged on a Steak and cheese, while reading Jesse's Rolling Stone's article on Nirvana... then went back to work, filed a little bit, and went home. Played some music, pondered, danced, got very hyper... played Phantasy Star Online, offline... and watched WWF Smackdown. At some point, Jesse arrived.. and we almost immediately started jumping up and down, literally, while deciding to order pizza. Random bursts of energy- oh yes- they are prone to bombarding me.

Now, I am here, writing in this thing with a hurt wrist, while Jesse sits on my couch, reading a Final Fantasy VII book that John got me while watching Scooby Doo. I have productive days too, sometimes.

Tomorrow, I finish all the leftover work at my job, upstairs at the cabinet, and then spend oodles of time at Bergen, making prints for submission on Monday when everything is due. Lots and lots of prints.. oh yes. Past Monday.. who the heck knows. I guess the next big thing to look forward to is Savannah Pride 2001. Yee-haw!

"Dear diary, what is wrong with me? Cuz I'm fine, between the lines... be not afraid, help is on it's way..." -Travis

Reason for Terror # 82:

Using phrase "da bomb" unwittingly in phone tapped conversations could lead to arrest and beatings by the FBI, local authorities, and hip police.

Reason for Terror # 81:

There was a little bit of mold on that bread you had this morning.

Reason for Terror # 80:

When evening falls, you can try to drive away; but the moon will be following... always following...