As the year comes to a end

Wellll boys its about that time again. My resolution have been written up and they are in ink, not pencil. (So no cheating!) Maybe its time to let go of the feelings for that one girl, the one thats plagued me for over 5 years. I dont blame her though, i make no effort. I guess the one thing i want from the new year, besides my traditional wish of happiness and health for family and friends is to find that one girl who can beat me in halo (metaphorically). And yes that was a bad metaphor, and yes my sentence structure is lousy. Lousy like your mom! Zing.

shiny

Gentlemen, let's not get caught up in the belief that every post has to be profound and reflective. This is our blog, and we don't have to write the way other people write or discuss the same subject matter. Why do we choose to write in a blog? We do so to share what we have to write with an audience anonymous by nature and of incalculable size. We can either write based on what they want to read or we can express ourselves as we choose. Now, what does our audience want to read? Xanga entries, commenting on the minute details and experiences of our lives? Stories, displaying skillful writing and imaginative minds? It is impossible to know for sure. Then, how can we express ourselves? Do we write contemplative meditations on the state of our lives? Do we write nonsensical stream of consciousness pieces misread as profound? Do we just fuck around? Do we write metacognitive posts on posts? I don't have an answer personally. I'm not sure if these things are completely for the writers or completely for the readers. In all likelihood it's neither, but rather the mean of these two. Perhaps such things are not meant to be considered so seriously; this is after all, just one blog among what are probably thousands of others. I am only a small voice in a great mob, wondering what to say.

uh...

Hokay, now here is the blog, and i didnt know how to post for the last 20 minutes. So here is India and Filipo and here comes Koera like boom boom volleyball.

this is bs man, i cant compare my writing to workaholic and text twist genius. Im a nub who writes crap on xazn internet notebook gays and im in the same blog with mr. veteran complicated. K when sun reads this, hes gona be like stop bitching hahaha

Its true, i really hope there is a curve in life. I recently have not been sure what i want to do. Things dont satisfy / entertain me anymore like they used to. I hope its not like that.

I think its because im so down about getting my license late, and possibly not getting a car. It makes me cry in the sea of whale semen. hahaaaa

what am i doing now? looking around, contemplating on reading my hw, leaving an open can of soda to turn slightly flat b/c i can't gulp it when its fizzy, and yawning alot.

my hands get cold, especially when i play intense video games and your playing someone who is constantly walking around and then firing 12 shotgun blasts in your ear. whatan asshole

uh :: runs off stage::

Kiltacular

Our clan dropped from 939 to 709 to 591. Its amazing how things that really dont matter at all can mean so much to me. Maybe its the friendships we build in the process. Maybe thats the reason i joined basketball teams i really didn't even want to play on in the first place. Maybe its the reason i've been trying to get these damn SAT scores up. Its gettin darker quicker now a days, and its been making me more sleepy. I love this new feeling of not having too much homework. These last 2 years have been a bitch, but now, i'm just sitting back and doing nothing.

Sometimes i just stare out my window and watch the world go by, one leaf at a time. Then again, i guess we all do from time to time.

basmaster s

Sundeep is Indian, but has a nice-smelling house regardless, and has a nice-smelling family to live in it with him. Impossible driveways are a challenge to the challenge-worthy driver, but sometimes things go too far. Ridiculous. Foolish, like an attendant lord in a famous play by a famous playwright alluded to by countless other Englishmen, and nodachiedge right now. The circle is round; it ends and begins at the same point, and every point to the left and right going all the way around and back. Infinity is only a sideways eight, but at that intersection it stops and tells the world where exactly it is and the angles surrounding it tell us that it is worth much more than eight. A basketball player is identified not by his number but the name on top of it, a shame in a team-oriented sport, but Thomas Jefferson and his friend the quill, the feather of which was taken from a real live American eagle in my impossible imagination, whispered to me that this was just fine, that basketball really isn't that important anyway, and that there are repeats of numbers among different teams. If a song is good enough, it is worthy of being repeated over and over again, just like any other enjoyable action, or, for example, this sentence. If a song is good, it is worthy of repetition, just like anything enjoyable, or this sentence. Good songs should be repeated because they're enjoyable, like this sentence. Good songs should repeat if they're good, like this. Repeat good songs, like I repeat this.

With enough tangents, a new shape is formed.

Cheer up mate

Well, dont really kno what to say. I'm not really the type to post my thoughts and feelings to be viewed by all. I guess all i can say right now is that i find myself just sitting back and listening to music. Started running again, thas always good. Halo 2 team is doin great. But that kid is still a bitch. Well lets get to it, i'm beginning to realize school isn't that bad. I'ma really miss my friends when its time to go, oh well, i guess things are meant to change. Well thats pretty much it, just in a fuckin great mood. Hope ya feel the same way.