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Last night, t'was 5:02 AM, I was just getting to sleep. So, after entering REM sleep relatively early stuff starts to get effed up. For some reason I was invading a castle with an armory consisting of an explosive sheep, explosive banana (with timer), a white bouncy ball, and a glass of some flamable liquid. At that point I was looking at whoever was trying to get me to do this and I was like "Wtf, I don't even have a good motive." I guess that must have been lost on my contrast to the next dream. Enter Dream 2. I am at a factory, cans from diet coke are being flattened out and made into sheet metal. After feelng like I knew the place I went outside, there was a Black old Mustang, looked like the one from Tokyo Drift (sidenote: I HATED THAT STANG, and most other mustangs that aren't GT). After that I picked up 3 chicks that were in a parking lot. Well, no I didn't pick them up, they got in. They were fairly attractive, so I didn't object. After that we went to a friends house, it was 5 in the morning that time too for some odd reason. We were told to be quiet, someones father didnt need to be awakend. Oh by the way, going out of the factory I picked up a dark pink rubber band. I soon learned that was a cell phone or something, I'm not really sure. Anyways, the father of someone gets up, he has ear length stringy black hair, and glasses on. And we start talking about the Red Sox game last night, hell, I don't even know if one happned. Anyways after doing that we left, and someone asked about the rubber band bracelet. I explained. Driving along, we end up in a jungle and I have my random ass arsenal from the other dream, I guess I was back in that one or something. That is when I woke up thinking "Wtf, that sucked."

Yet again I have blatently neglected LJ in favor of Myspace. And here I am again, sitting, thinking, and hoping for something to blog about. I could choose a plethora of topics to spit out, but no. I'll not waste my breath. Oh, check out www.givemeaname.com there ya go. I think the ingenuity of Aaron Schwartz is pretty amazing. First of all letting the public re-name him, and secondly paying the person with the best name. And the best thing of all would be to be actually doing it. That's manly.

Well, I'm bored, tired (stupid hotel beds), and overall lethargic. So I thought to my self, "Hey Self, why don't we join back up with this so called "blog" community." I thought it to be a good idea. So here ya go. Also, I just noticed that the Myspace mood thing is the same as the LiveJournal one. Very interesting. Now to know which came first. *Thinks Chicken & Egg* Welp, after all this I don't have much to say, braces are coming of June 9 (woohoo!) and erm, yeah. Gah, I require something to blog about, or at least be mad at. Feh, well, there ya go, LJ is ka-updated.

The wasteland of Jackson Senior High is a place void of all class. Hmm, Classes with no class... oh the Irony. Anyways, my point is that the place is devoid of thought outside the norm. Individuality is restricted by your local "Prayer at the Flagpole" which i never attend, purposly. This lack of Individuality is shown blatently in the LA classes of school, places devoid of though with writers simply rewriting their question with no true purpose. I've learned this through my Poetical Superoity (hence the title). Rhyme schemes of a 3rd grade level riddled with 1st grade grammar and topics plague me on a daily basis. There is no reason to their writing, merely to get something done. I say that these fools should not be allowed to write, for the sins against pen and paper they have commited are harly easy to just give up. Writing is a very purposeful thing, and the Average American does not understand that. Cross wielding, starry eyed fools drop your facades and masks, become YOU! My God, (sarcasm intended) people are mere lambs for the slaughter in an intellectual sense. Either way around, I hate fools and inherently hate most of my peers. Damn you all...

Well, here I am, sitting in my little chair. Naturally, I am working like a slave over these "rational equations" which are hardly rational at all. Needless to say, should I make a 50% on the test tomorrow, I will be elated. Should I not complete my goal... well... I kinda fail math I think. Thank God that I am not going into a career that involves me slaving over worthless formulas and stuff. I would prefer to rant about the naming concept on these god forsaken things though. Rational Equations are possibly the most Irrational way of going about solving a problem I have ever heard. If people decided to just take the time out of their worthless lives to realize the inherent foolishness to teach this crap we would all be better off. I swear, I can bet my life on the fact that after tomoro I will NEVER use these things in a practical application. And hell, after summer, "Rational Equations whaaa..." will be all that is going though my head. At least I have the lack of moral value to super cheat on a test by jam packing notecards with... notes... on them into my TI-83+ calc case. Thanks Texas Instruments, you just created a true salvation.

Ah, Monday, the start of a new week, the prelude to another weekend. If next weekend is anything like this one I hope it will just pass. To begin my rant on my weekend I would like to say "I Hate You." to the weather. Overcast and patially rainy, while maintaining that usual Missourian humidity. If a guy can't go star-gazing through his t-tops in his '85 Camaro while listening to Iron and Wine he should get a redo on his weekend. As you may have guessed by now that was exactly what my weekend consisted of. I was, well, I was distraught when I saw the clouds rolling in after a perfectly nice Saturday. After a walk I was just praying that this wouldn't happen to me. I needed non drug assisted mellow time. A time for pure bliss, sadly even if I did have that odds are I would have been sad either way around due to the lack of someone there to share the evening with me. Oh well, it still would have been worth it to go to the park and engage in my mellow time. Sunday morning I woke up, I was just hoping again for my opportunity, and ironically enough it was overcast again. Third times the charm! I wake up Monday (today), and to no avail I am sitting here again under an overcast sky. At least my car got a good washing today (she desperately needed it). Oh well, here's for hoping for next weekend.

-Ross

Today was interesting for me, not due to events per se, just because I guess. I was thinking of how to express myself as of late, and writing right now seemed to remedy the problem so to say. I'm not really sure if this is going to work for me though, seeing as I have just understood I am looking for an actual conversation. Oh the irony, the guy looking for a conversation writes to himself. Oh well, nothing I can do about it now but continue this one sided view on things. I wasn't really sure what things I was writing about when first posting this, but it seems clear that I am just going to share some views on life I guess. Hah, what a grand intro full of nothingness. I suppose it should probably end in nothingness too, well whatever I feel more complete now after wasting time on that.