Skies Above

My random thoughts, ideas, and just me.

Friday, April 25, 2003

Well, I spent most of the day talking to my best friend... And she's all upset. I'd go into details but that's rude and inconsiderate.

Basically though, it sucks to see her that way. I constantly try to help her yet it seems to do nothing... She's still upset either way.

It's like I could take my entire existence, let everything I've ever accomplished go, and just let her be free from the pain she's going through. If that was possible, I would likely do it for her sake. After all, everyone deserves to be happy for once.

Thursday, April 24, 2003

4:44 AM and I'm listening to Straight Out of Line by Godsmack.

Wow, I'm exhausted. Got rid of those puppies earlier today. No more incessant barking! Whee.

VNCed into a friend's computer to teach him how to do Max with the software driver. Wow, what a pain that was... I've never worked with Max at 2 FPS. I advise you not to do the same, either. Unless, of course, you feel like taking 30 minutes to make a few boxes and some planes put together into a decent game levels.

As my vision blurs, I think I'll make this short and to the point... Headed off to sleep.

Tuesday, April 22, 2003

Got done with exhausting yardwork... I do so hate raking leaves. It's such pointless, menial, labor.

That, and the motherfuckers who come pick up the yard waste HAVEN'T DONE IT FOR THREE WEEKS.

Which means the leaves from the last time I raked the entire yard are still in the front, and it's becoming a huge pile now. They'd best come get it, or Valpariso City Hall's getting a phone call.

Back to work on Renegade Alert... Work, work, and more work. I need a vacation.

Monday, April 21, 2003

Listening to Black Hole Sun from Soundgarden.

Easter Sunday, or actually Monday... Easter was actually good for once. Stopped by my sister's house, had turkey fried in peanut oil, mashed potatoes, fried corn, and croissants along with whatever beverages we had on-hand... Turned out pretty well. Her husband is still an ass. I wish Brian would get a fucking clue and figure out that how he acts is making everyone give him the "Piss off, asshole." attitude.

Got stuff to do today, if I ever wake up. 4:22 AM and my head's rolling along my shoulders... Woozy and tired. I think I'll head off to sleep and prepare for another long, tiresome day.