the never ending pointlessness of a boy's life

a sorry attempt to express the inner depths of my enigmatical mind. enjoy.

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Location: Springfield, Missouri, United States

I'm 20. I am 6 feet and 2 inches tall. I am a boy. I am going to college. It is in St. Charles. I am going to major in multimedia design. That means I get to play with pictures on Adobe Photoshop. Fun Fun. More to come when I get creative.

1.01.2005

Don't bother reading this, it will suck

So yeah, I felt obligated to post but lo and behold, nothing to write about. I was a major "poopy pants" for New Years. For those of you who don't know what poopy pants are, it's not good. I was such a bum. I didn't want to do anything at all. I made everyone hate me and leave me. Everyone consisted of Heather and Courtney. Since I was a downer so they ran off with Justin, my younger brother. I didn't care though, I didn't want to see stupid fireworks. So I did exactly what I wanted to do, nothing. I sat around and stared at stuff for a long while and then went downstairs to see what the kids were doing. The kids consist of Larkin and AJ. I don't know why I refer to them the kids. I watched Aqua Teen Hunger Force and Seinfeld with them and slowly forgot I hated everything. About 15 till the new year I gave Court a call on her smellular. I got to listen to Elvis sing a couple of songs and then it was new years time and I mockingly counted down. I didn't care. Then the other side of the telephoning was bombarded with noises that crippled me so I said it was time to go and hung up.
So that was my new years, wooo.....2005.... yup. yup. The previous two yups were written because I don't have anything else to say.
I had some crazy dreams last night. One was like this German porn and the guys penis was like 2 feet long, it was really gross. I had another one where I was at some summer camp thing and some huge guy was picking a fight with me by a swimming pool, I don't remember why, but my uncle Tim and my dad stepped up to make him back down. Then all of the sudden my uncle Tim whispered "run." apparently the dude who was picking on me was in the Mafia or something and he had called for back up so I ran. I'd never run so hard in my life. The building I was running through was like the Y. I made it through the front door but knew that was where the Mafia was going to be coming through so I was going to pretend to be sitting on bench like I didn't know what was going and wait for them to pass me and then split. Unfortunately, as I approached the seat the Mafia guys would have seen me sit down and I would have been breathing heavily so I hid behind the door like half of a second before they approached it. Then I woke up frightened. It was weird. I don't remember waking up in the same state as my dream. I had a third dream but I don't remember it at all anymore.
I went to bed at 7 this morning and woke up at 2. It was weird. I think I'm done.

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