July 20, 2004 @ 11:59 pm by sean
If I swore, I’d say ‘Holy Shit’ after watching this. It’s amazing! http://members.cox.net/mikelovessharon/pianowithballs.wmv Though I think it might be fake. And check out this crazy French guy http://www.hugi.is/hahradi/bigboxes.php?box_id=51208&f_id=681
It’s amazing what a nap can do for a troubled heart. My stance on the situation hasn’t changed, I’m just less concerned about it.
I did two things today I haven’t done in a while. First, I raised my voice. I got aggravated because my sister got aggravated. It wasn’t anything, and it didn’t last more than a sentence. It’s been probably a year since I raised my voice like that. I’m not very happy that it felt good to do it.
Second, I talked on the phone. For longer than a minute. Angie King called. We didn’t talk long. I’m not sure how long. 15 mintues maybe. Possibly 20. That’s a long time. Maybe longer than 20. I despise talking on the phone. If she wasn’t leaving for 5 months I might have minded. Too bad I won’t get to see much of her when school starts again. And she doesn’t plan on comin’ back to the area. Since Ian stays at school too, it seems I won’t have any people from school living in the vicinity of my home. That’s too bad. I wish I would have taken more initiative to hang out with Angie while she was here.
Sometimes I feel like I’m Charles Wallace.
I’m really glad the members of University decided to make music together. The Operation and Sky’s The Limit too. And Josh Caterer. They’ve made my life better. I read a (secular) opinion on The Operation CD and the author said it was superfluously Christian. I can see what he means. But that is why I love it soo much.
I was thinking about birthing pains, and I’ve decided that by staying single, I’m doing my part to prevent another women from experiencing the most excruciating pain one could imagine. I’m lookin’ out for you ladies. No sense in forcing you to go through that.
My mom had one of those women selling other women a bunch of crap parties at our house tonight. The lady was sellin’ all kinds of body stuff. I thought I’d listen in to hear how she manipulates them in to buying things they don’t need; but once talk of yeast infections and vaginal itching started, my door was shut faster than a fly on poop.
Speaking of poop. Female insects(I didn’t learn this from the insect sex book, from somewhere else) usually mate with the stronger, buffer, better looking male. The male dung beetle will dig a hole for his mate and then plug it with a ball of poo to prevent any other male from taking his prize. The skinnier, usually mate-less, smarter, dung beetle though, still gets what he wants. He digs a tunnel to the isolated female, does his duty and gets out of there before gettin’ the crap beat out of him. If people are anything like dung beetles – and the similarities are striking – perhaps there is hope for me yet.