<-- 10:16 PM MT -->
I guess I spoke too soon. Brawl time. I don't think anything is as funny as seeing 3 guys trying to break up a 10-man brawl. They usually break it up though. Except the time the Avs and the Wings were in the playoffs together. I think that fight took almost 5 minutes to break up. 5 minutes isn't a long time normally, but imagine being down on that ice. Most fights only last 30 seconds.
<-- 10:08 PM MT -->
I have been watching the Avalanche vs. Sharks game on FOX Sports tonight. Roy has been knocked down 3 times, with the latest incurring a penelty. No fights yet though, odd. I guess there really IS a full moon tonight. Actually, from space it is always a full moon. Isn't it?
<-- 8:03 PM MT -->
Tell me something I don't know, you know? Today was stressful, and it started out that way. Usually the day is calm in the mornings. Full moon today? Could be. So now I am relaxing to a song where the lyrics are "I want my hat back, cause I have a stupid haircut." I can relate to that. I call it high school. That was too long ago to remember more though. I actually found a script that makes Stile a better read. Of course, none of you go there for his awesome writing "skilz" anyway. How many times can one site start a controversy just to get hits anyway? A time will come that he will cry and cry about "the man" trying to shut him down and no one will give a crap. That day has long passed for me.
Can't you see this mess I call my thoughts? I think it is best expressed in the latest header graphic. Sometimes I just get the feeling I am trying to get away. As far away from everything as my mind will let me. My keyboard feels wierd tonight. Like someone snuck in and replaced my normal keyboard with something new, something different. Life is like that sometimes too. Is this my life? It feels so new at times. Like someone snuck into my mind and added memories that seem like mine, but feel wierd at the same time. This is why I don't try to find the meaning in things, they can be so new under a different light. These are the red eye politics of my life, and my empire is melting like ice under a hot sun.
The cigarette boxes are stacking up against me. Threatening to fall over, causing disarray to my organized chaos. Pass me the remedy, get this crap out of my head. Out I say. Before you were here what were you thinking? Why must you treat me like you do? Don't you know its all for you? You don't love me! Why am I waiting for you to see I'm alive? Story-book ending. Not really...
I guess I spoke too soon. Brawl time. I don't think anything is as funny as seeing 3 guys trying to break up a 10-man brawl. They usually break it up though. Except the time the Avs and the Wings were in the playoffs together. I think that fight took almost 5 minutes to break up. 5 minutes isn't a long time normally, but imagine being down on that ice. Most fights only last 30 seconds.
<-- 10:08 PM MT -->
I have been watching the Avalanche vs. Sharks game on FOX Sports tonight. Roy has been knocked down 3 times, with the latest incurring a penelty. No fights yet though, odd. I guess there really IS a full moon tonight. Actually, from space it is always a full moon. Isn't it?
<-- 8:03 PM MT -->
Tell me something I don't know, you know? Today was stressful, and it started out that way. Usually the day is calm in the mornings. Full moon today? Could be. So now I am relaxing to a song where the lyrics are "I want my hat back, cause I have a stupid haircut." I can relate to that. I call it high school. That was too long ago to remember more though. I actually found a script that makes Stile a better read. Of course, none of you go there for his awesome writing "skilz" anyway. How many times can one site start a controversy just to get hits anyway? A time will come that he will cry and cry about "the man" trying to shut him down and no one will give a crap. That day has long passed for me.
Can't you see this mess I call my thoughts? I think it is best expressed in the latest header graphic. Sometimes I just get the feeling I am trying to get away. As far away from everything as my mind will let me. My keyboard feels wierd tonight. Like someone snuck in and replaced my normal keyboard with something new, something different. Life is like that sometimes too. Is this my life? It feels so new at times. Like someone snuck into my mind and added memories that seem like mine, but feel wierd at the same time. This is why I don't try to find the meaning in things, they can be so new under a different light. These are the red eye politics of my life, and my empire is melting like ice under a hot sun.
The cigarette boxes are stacking up against me. Threatening to fall over, causing disarray to my organized chaos. Pass me the remedy, get this crap out of my head. Out I say. Before you were here what were you thinking? Why must you treat me like you do? Don't you know its all for you? You don't love me! Why am I waiting for you to see I'm alive? Story-book ending. Not really...
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