The Obscure

Hey everyone. I'm over my Older Sister's house right now, I am spending the night. Well, I would hope I am spending the night, being as it is quarter to four in the morning right now. I'm having a real good time, Keith (my brother in law) cooked a massive amount of food for dinner, and we played donkey kong, and Keith and I stayed up for hours playing Co-Op on Timesplitters 2, which is intoxicatingly fun. All in all, it was a fun night had by all.
I've been getting leisons on my skin. I know, it's an attractive subject. I don't know what it is though, like I get this weird rash on my hands from stress, that's kind of like poison ivy, right? But this isn't really like that, it's really weird. My theory is, I either have leprosy, or skin cancer. OR I am just having some really bad, oddly grouped acne. That would kinda blow.

I can't sleep at all tonight. I thought maybe breaking out of my house's routine would force sleep on me, but all it did was make me fall asleep from exhaustion at like 6, rudely doze for an hour and a half on Maria's couch, and then get up again and still be awake with my mind blazing at four in the morning.
I've been writing something. I don't know what I'm going to do with it. I may just post it on my blog. It's long, and I sincerely doubt anyone will enjoy reading it; but I expect to get a lot of faux awe and admiration for it, otherwise my self-esteem will be sorely crushed. Come on, I'd do the same for you.

If only you guys knew what I thought about things that you say or that I think you think.
You know what I realized today? In the daily course of my life, I wish death on almost everyone I come in contact with. Not the people I actually know, that would be bad, but like.. if I'm at the store, and a guy doesn't look at me, I assume he is avoiding eye contact with me because he thinks I am loathsome. I then think things along the line of, "If I had a gun I'd show him who's loathsome." and things like that. It's like, God Forbid I should ever be given the means to frivolously take a life. I think the only difference between me and a serial killer is that I am too lazy to get up and do anything about my murderous, psychological urges.

Damn Man, I think I'm gonna try to go to sleep in a few minutes, right after this line of wonder and majesty.
Dude, I need some fweakin' booty. All up in my grill.
Anyway, talk to you all later. Goodnight! (morning, whatever)