I Cannot Think of a Title
February 28, 2003 |
It’s currently around 3 am on what is now Friday morning. I really have not planed anything to write about here, I just felt like writing. So come along for the ride, and we’ll see what comes out.
Fun times are always had late at night. However, tonight is not a typical night. I don’t know why, its just not been as grand as the last few nights. You see, tonight was simply a night of studying for a test that is to be taken at 10:10… or about 7 hours from my current point. Why, may you ask am I sitting here writing this then? Well, besides the fact I’m insane, not tired and, well, in the mood to write something, I also just had Taco Bell. And what a sub par Taco Bell it was as well. Usually I’m very satisfied with our late night runs to T-Bell, though tonight (and oddly enough the same feeling was shared with the others involved) the experience was just not pleasing. Oh well. Life sucks and then you die right? Earlier in the night I went and saw Sally Ride speak. For those that don’t know, Sally Ride was the first American female astronaut. It was a pleasant speech, but it wasn’t what I expected it to be. So, now you see why this was a sub par night.
I mean, it wasn’t like last night when we played poker till 3:30 and I ended up winning all the money (we weren’t gambling, we were using all this spare change that Ryan had so, yeah). How do you ask? Well, we played for quite a bit and I actually ran out of money at one point–almost had to bet a sleeping Caity though we split the money back up and started over. Ryan, whose bed we were playing on as well as whose money we were using, who also happened to have lost all his money 20 minutes prior, decided he wanted to go to bed around 3. Novel idea? No. The rest of us wanted to continue. So we decided to play two hands of 7 card stud to end the game. The first hand I was dealt a straight, and the second hand, the one where I ended up winning it all, I was dealt a flush. So, long and the short of that, Vegas, its go time!
If you don’t have a topic, do you ever have an ending point?
Yeah, I guess maybe you do. And it’s now.
Side note, I will be out of town all weekend so… miss me or something ok?
amy
March 17th, 2003 | 4:03 pm
…and then, the butterfly came out of its coccoon and realized that as the sun faded down beyond the horizon, the little boy was not the only one out there staring that that single star up in the sky, the one with the blue hue to it that was just like her eyes as she cried herself to sleep that nite…and then they all got hit by a train.