i'm sick. you're sick. we're all dying.

brb...

ok.

so how old were you when you  realized that the ocean really wasn't inside of a sea shell?

i always thought there was something there... like what if i shouted loud enough?

could some kid just like me be playing on a beach 3,000 miles away hear me?

that's what i always thought about sea shells.

i realized about 5 minutes ago that there is absolutely nothing inside them... i put my ear in it as far as it would go. all i could hear was the echo of my home's air conditioner in the background. it's fun to think about though.

i already have a livejournal, a xanga, a myspace, and a facebook. they are all outlets for a blog or whatever, but i guess you can never have too many outlets... only too many inlets. if you have too many inlets, you might get so much inside... you'll just explode.

With this one, I'll try and improve my grammar and typing etiquette. I'll capitalize and punctuate when necessary, and I will also decrease the usage of internet slang. i.e. LOL, BRB, TTYL, ROFLCOPTER.

That will be enough of that.

I've been sick for the past few days and had plenty of time to think about the rest of my life. I wake up and feel okay about the direction it's going. Around lunch, I get hungry and desperate. In the afternoon, I get fed up and angry, and by bedtime... I lie awake for hours.

There's this huge gap between where I am now, and where the fork in the road is. It's almost like one of those "ACME" holes that Wyle E. Coyote uses. As I tip-toe around the circumference of the hole, I patiently wait for a breeze to blow me off balance and send my world head over heels into oblivion.

I wait... but for now... I tip-toe.

I have to take a shower now, but before I go, I'm going to do something that I plan to do at the end of all these things. I'm going to leave you with a bit of wisdom. Just imagine me as a white Reverend Run.

Don't go on too long letting others lead your life for you. Make your own decisions, and make your own mistakes. Just don't do drugs. Live good.

Right now, I just want to sing, but I can't because my throat hurts too badly.

i love everyone single one of you.