Tuesday, October 16, 2007

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The thing I hate the most about insomnia is the television. There's nothing on and all the commercials are about male enhancement. They got some weird thing on about exorcisms right now. I wonder if those actors ever feels stupid rolling around in their pajamas while a priest throws water on them. I'm cracking up at this one dude and his followers. It looks so fake. He's one of those guys that takes away all demons that everyone has. Now one of the followers, after screaming about the demon, is crying because he was saved. Um, don't ask what I believe because it'll seriously just sound bad to everyone. Dude, that hippy just went flying! Some commerial about being allowed to assemble and they had fotage of the hippies getting hosed. I'm kind of hot so I wouldn't mind getting hosed right now. Oh yeah, 2:30 right now. I'm so bored. Hell, Hell, Hell, how do they know what's waiting? They don't know that they'll be burned. These people where alive when they wrote the Bible and the Koran. Okay, I've got to get away from this. I don't like people trying to analyize the whole life after death thing. You'll never figure it out until it happens. Just let it go and look at what's right in front of you. I got to get back to the rock. Ah, Wheel in the Sky, this is much better.

Okay so yesterday was just one of those days that feels...I don't know, sticky? I look back and that's the word that comes to mind. I'm not sure why. Ha, AC/DC. Right, I'm not talking about that. Um, yeah, yesterday was sticky. I wish I could remember what happened. That probably sounds so weird. It just wasn't a really out of there day so it didn't matter. I went to Algebra but I can't remember what I did right before that. I must've done that thing where you're half asleep. I do that almost all the time since I don't sleep much anymore. I'm lucky to hit R.E.M. for thirty minutes these days. It's been like this for a year so I'm used to it, well, as much as possible. I'm used to a lot of weird things like that though. My arm's been shotty for two or three years, heck, maybe longer. It probably hurt before and I just didn't notice. I must have a really high pain tolerance or something messed up like that. It's actually killing me right now so I can't type much longer. It's only getting worse because I've got to write long-hand for school in a few things. Long-hand hurts more then typing. Typing hurts pretty bad too. The weather's getting colder so that'll make it suck. The old wrist will probably act up a little too.

Hey, since I'm so bored and it's almost 3:00, I'm going to go through and list a few past injuries. I'm proud of every single one.
left wrist- broke first time on hockey skates
big right toe- dislocated jumping down nine stairs
two smallest toes on right foot- broke slipping on conditioner in the shower (I stood on a foot and a half for thirty minutes after to finish washing my hair)
left ankle- sprained, although now it looks as if it was broken, the side of my foot did touch my leg for a few seconds
right heel- fractured it jumping into a shallow pool
back- flipped over the head of a galloping horse
right knee- I can't remember but it gives me a limp sometimes now
right arm from fingers to shoulder- most likely it's carpal tunnel
left side of ribs- smashed
I got treated for one of the above only. Take a guess if you want. This kind of gives a whole new light to being hard on yourself.

I can't move my right index finger anymore so I better wrap this up. Um, I did that stupid transition in Mirror Image. I'll finish that stupid chapter tomorrow. I should stop calling it Mirror Image. Technically, Mirror Image already ended. It just ended weird so I'm trying to wrap up loose ends for the heck of it. I've been trying to wrap it up for 385 pages, and counting. I'm seriously going to burn this thing when it's all done. It's making me so frusterated. Mirror Image is the reason I have a shotty arm. That stupid thing was originally about 1170 pages, now if I revise and re-write the lost parts it'll be about 1250, not including the wrap up or the short stories that explain other parts. Actually, the shortest one of those is 220 pages. Love Torrance, and Aerosmith. This station plays a lot of Aerosmith. Okay, it died. This is going to hurt when the sun gets up. Hey, for the heck of it I'm typing up my full signature.

Straight Guys Are Hot
and always,
Fight Yaoi With Rock
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