:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 9.27.2002 ::

Ten days! Fuck me! Where have I been... this has got to stop. No more pushing the blog off. Five minutes and if I don't have that to spare each day, then I had better be damn well giving up the crossword too. Maybe I can just give up one of my classes instead...

Everyone's gone, I hear from no one. Not that it is not entirly my fault. I don't call people any more. When Newsie is writing and calling more than you are, you have troubles. And now I'm returning to the motherland for a weekend and am so out of touch that everyone was back last weekend and no one will even be there this weekend.

Alright, now I have a list of 9 people to talk to in the next week. That's right, I have one week to talk to nine people I haven't talked to in probably *sigh* a month. I'm going to do this and I'm going to keep up with the blog, too. You think I can't? You don't think I got the cajones? You feelin' me?

I just read this [soon to be linked, as soon as This Bitch Computer and Internet Exploer stop fuckin up on me] other blog, nice and random from the "recently posted" list. It was fun. I feel strangely moved by this blog - like I have made half of some sort of emotional connection. It was about girls and high school and was pretty nostalgic for 7.30 on a friday morning. They refered to girls as bird and "hunting" them was trying to date them, I guess. It's funny because I could have got anything and I got something that sounds a lot like where I stood four years ago.

I'm anxious to see fall in the motherland. It is a very peaceful experience for me. I love the smells and the burbs and the trees... peace, I guess. It ain't NCY, but what is, eh?

Now the list is ten people. It's fuckin ON.

Now I'm late for work...
:: Freddy F. at 8:53 AM [+] ::