some time ago

"running away and hiding with you, i never thought they'd get me here. not knowing you'd change from just one bite, i fought them all off just to hold you close and tight"
early sunsets over monroeville - my chemical romance
(it's about dawn of the dead)

my father bought a $400 belkin wireless router. $400. it has 4 antennas. i wonder what's the point. anyway, it couldn't work then. so everyone was sad. then he realised that it was the modem that was fucking up, so he changed the modem. and now it works.

it works. now i can chat with people while taking a shit. fun stuff. and i can blog from my bed. and. anyway. things are getting a little too fucked lately. actually they have been for some time. think my brain still can't adapt to having to think all the time after 6 months of inactivity. i can feel my brain messing up so much so that i haven't been thinking about the things i normally do on a normal day.

let's just hope it clears up soon. i prefer a functioning brain.


and if you happen to see my cip blog, please don't take any notice of it because it is totally bullshit and just basically the complete opposite of what i think. but it's damn school work and it has to be done, whether gay or not. so please don't read it and say that i'm gay. i hope the teacher doesn't get linked here through my profile. heh.