i can't be sure that this state of mind is not of my own design

I'm in a funky mood. I don't know. Little things get on my nerves. I'm ready to go back to school because I'm so bored, all I do is sit around and think. And that's never good. I need something to occupy my time so I don't go schizophrenic. I guess I could get a job, huh? ;-) I don't know what to blog about. I'm sure I could crank about about five thousand words worth of thoughts. Stuff you wouldn't want to read. Stuff I wouldn't want to see on my computer screen. Goodnight.

i feel so far from where i've been

The idleness of home sucks. I'm ready to go back to Murray if only to have something to do. And to get my sleep schedule back to normal. I'd like to see a few hours of daylight, you know. And of course, being at school means having half-way interesting stuff to blog about. Except the fact that everybody who will read it will probably have been with me when it happened...

I have a few things to do at the homestead before I make the pilgrimage back to Murray-Mecca, or the shrine at Canterbury for St. Thomas a Becket. I need to finish Don's horrible play. I need to repaint the trusty chalkboard. Fall 2003 gave it a run for its money, and it's all scratched up. Heck, I need to get my stuff together. Still haven't washed my comforter, and Lord knows it needs washin'. And because your body is a wondersteak, I'd like to eat me a sirloin. Don't get a lot of steak action down in Murray.

Well, technically, it's Dad's birthday. I atleast need to write him a little note and leave it on the table for him in the morning. He'll probably cry over it. That's how he is. Anyway, we're going to go out and do something for him tomorrow night. Hmm, maybe I can talk him into wanting to go to Texas Roadhouse or somewhere with steak...

Mom's in Glasgow tonight. The one place in the state where our cell phones don't get service. Ain't that a whoopin'. It's pretty lonely around here without her. Dad goes to bed at like 8:00, so I've been sitting here on the internet almost ever since. Man, what a life I lead. As Holly and I are talking about, I waste a lot of time reading random people's blogs. Sometimes you can find good ones. I'd like to think people stumble upon mine and enjoy reading it. But I figure that's not too likely. Even people who know me probably have a hard time sifting through this mess. But that's okay. I'm going to keep blogging. And maybe, when the tables turn, I'll have a life worth blogging about.

warning: man-eating cold temperatures

I got offline a while back for what I thought was the night. I rolled in from Henderson around 10:30 because of the threat of weather. (What weather? It was cold. Oooh. Sheesh.) And Mom was feeling a little empty nest blues, I guess. Realizing that I'm going back in a week. So I cut my internet ties and conversed with the creole. But now she's in bed. I decided it was time to read Dirty Don's play that I agreed to look at and comment on over break, and so that commenced. Also commencing was the act of me gouging my eyeballs out. That's about the biggest piece of crap I've ever read. The nicest comment I could put on it would be this: "Don, this is forty-six pages of great fire kindling." The things I get myself into... So sixteen pages into that disasterpiece (holla, John), I called 'er quits and dialed up on my still amazingly free internet.

Speaking of John, how 'bout a little somethin'-somethin' in Luhl-vuhl on March 12? I must say, I've been on something of a hiatus from Mr. Mayer for a while now. He's still my favorite and all, but you know, sometimes, you just need your space. But things are looking up, and I'm sure we'll be enjoying long car-rides together again soon.

Well, I'm feeling Ashley's pain on this anti-Benton decree that's been sent out throughout all the land. I got the same disdainful huff from my creole when I told her the plans, and Jayray Nayorfayuhl ever-faithfully chimed in with a weather bulletin. But before we know it, we'll be back in Murruh, KY. You know, it seems that maybe this break has gone by fast. Then again, I feel like I haven't been in Murray in ages.

Dale and I are forming a habit. Eat, movie, eat. Remember last time? We did the Rally's, LOTR, Steak N Shake thing. Tonight we ate Shuttlese, rented S.W.A.T., watched about half of Castaway on television, and got some McDonald's on a commercial break. But like I said earlier, I headed out around 10:15. Dad warned me of some man-eating cold temperatures that were reportedly supposed to be lurking the tri-state tonight, and so I came home like a good kid. Why do I do this? I'm twenty freaking years old. But I do, folks. I lead a very precautious life. Hardly any adventure flows through my veins. Risk is something I often shy away from. And to avoid a fight, I'll sighingly submit to a ridiculous curfew. I'm about a pansy.

let's get a little mud on the tires

This weekend was a good one. Friday night we did the Freak Suite thing at Ashley's. Yesterday, Justin and Ryan came in for a little WebCo action. In an attempt to give them the Real WebCo Experience, Holly had Ryan traipsing the Hemi all over some backroads. Let me say, I went down more Webster County backroads that I didn't know existed last night than I ever have in my life. And let me give the sofa sleeper a little shout out. The seven hours on that thing watching Identity, Donnie Darko, and about thirty seconds of The Godfather has my back hurting. I can't imagine the pain the boys must be in. Yes, I can. I've slept on that thing before. *shudders* Anyway, this weekend was good and very reminiscent of life in Murray. I miss it. But I like home, too. There are just some things about home that I love. And I will miss them come Sunday.

It's been a while since I've blogged, but I don't have too much to say. I'm quite tired. This is probably going to be my earliest bedtime in three weeks.

feliz ano nuevo

Well, the new year is here, huh? And I didn't even post on the first day. What a shame...

I completed my Lord of the Rings homework, so tonight Dale and I went to see the third one. You know, it may make me a geek, but that trilogy is some good stuff. I almost cried at the end. I did get teary, but there were none rolling down my cheeks. But who wouldn't cry at the end of a movie you've been sticking with for almost ten hours? We ate before and after the movie. Before, we went to Rally's. After, we went to Steak N Shake. That's how long that movie was. Sheesh.

So it's getting late, and I should probably go to bed. Tomorrow is a little Freak Suiteity. And Saturday we get to see the boys. I hope they make it to WebCo okay. I think I got the directions right the second time around. ;-)