yeah…about that…

Hey again boys, girls, and those with a little of both.

oh, where to start, it’s been such a fun adventure since last we met. I suppose it’s only fair to my readers to start from what i can recall to be the beginning.

Ok, so there’s this girl that i kinda like, ya know, fun to hang around with, loves to laugh, fun to torment (insert evil giggle here).  But she’s got kinda low self esteem, and she knows i like her. she likes me.  Then the problem comes.  A girl I’ve liked for years asked me out.  Now, we have a past, some good, but there was alot of pain in there too. No, we’ve never gone out or anything like that, we’ve just been friends forever.  now, I really like this girl, and this could make me really happy, but A) i could wind up getting hurt, and B) i dont wanna hurt the girl i was talking about before.  Any and all advice would be greatly appreciated.

Which brings me to my next mini-rant: My ex-girlfriend from the beginning of the school year is talking to me again, bringing up all those wonderful hours of pain and self loathing i went though after i screwed up and lost her.  We didn’t leave on the best of terms either.  anywho, just to get all that away and gone.

Abruptly switching topics, im getting my hair cut in about 15-20 minutes here, im thinking about getting the sides short so the curls are gone, but leave the top and front long, i think it’ll look pretty kool.  anywho, just thought you’d all like to know.  now, ON TO THE MUSIC!

Song of the Day

Nice Guys Finish Last

by: GREENDAY

Nice guys finish last.
You’re running out of gas.
Your sympathy will get you left behind.
Sometimes you’re at your best, when you feel the worst.
Do you feel washed up, like piss going down the drain

Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I’m insane.
I’m so fucking happy I could cry.
Every joke can have its truth and now the joke’s on you.
I never knew you were such a funny guy.

Oh nice guys finish last, when you are the outcast.
Don’t pat yourself on the back, you might break your spine.

Living on command.
You’re shaking lots of hands.
Kissing up and bleeding all your trust, taking what you need.
Bite the hand that feeds.
You lose your memory and you got no shame.

Nothing from nowhere, im no one at all. nick.