It is I!

I have come to fulfill the non-existent need for mediocre prattling on cyberspace.
I have nothing to say.

I remember the smell; sharp sweat and something stale.
I remember the burn; my tongue pressing against my teeth.
I remember his shifting, waiting for what never came.
I remember the tension that was so consuming I shrugged it off and walked out
Libidos caged in a basement
Questions caught in the filter
Regret throbbing onward, through time
I remember being underground, in some working class suburbia
Being in a mine, inhaling poisons, detonator in hand.
I remember leaving.

Can't get my mind off that.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Good, now I've established that.
Huh.
You see, I've been on the mother ship waiting oh so desperately to come home..for a weekend. And here I am. It's more exciting back there.

Where has civilization gone? All I have left to remember the world with is a note. A note from Mme. Clermont that gives me my homework. Finally; some fan mail.
I'll be here.
I guess.
Until Sunday night.
Being surrounded by crazy people makes me feel kinda crazy- or at least assume that I must be.
I'm practically .. gone?
I was trying hard to make no inappropriate jokes or touch on any touchy subjects.

Forget Me, Please.

I love all of you guys.
All of my friends, the people who have been, the people who I've talked to about small things. I love you. You've made such a difference in my life.
It really is a shame.

Damned H1N1 Symptoms

Well...it all started with a cough (on Jenna) and now we're in a happy little pit of sniffles and headaches and overall hot stuffiness. Drats. Jenna was already told not to come back to school. I should probably do the moral thing and not infect more school-goers. We'll see about that.
So, something dawned on me...somewhere between standing, staring at a wall and getting the Welcome-in-you-keep-me-company look from the student counselor I realized that I have no life. And I blog to make it better (not really). But does this help? No. Because no one bothers to read or comment which means that an appropriate substitute would be talking to myself (more). Y'know...somethings get worrying, like when you realize that you once proudly blogged about your quarter-stacking abilities. Or when you make really sad puns to amuse yourself-- soon the whole school will be resentfully amused by my puns! (If they have a large enough vocabulary they'll get it). And I wonder why people look at me funny? (Jenna and Krysta say it's because I walk funny, talk funny, sit down funny, etc.) Aside from going over pep talk from my dearest friends, there are other important things.
I am going to make pogos. Even more significantly, pogos in the oven.