Some random shit...

I should be going to bed because I'm leaving for Oswego tomorrow and I have a long drive and what not. But I'm sitting at my computer listening to Ludacris. Ludacris is fucking awful, but I love his music. It's so fun and happy and amazingly retarded. This motherfucker has more money that I ever will and he deserves all of it for being able to sell this shit to people. Not to me though, I stole it fair and square. You can't trick me.

I hate flying insects. All of them. Gnats, bees, dragon flies, and moths in particular. I've decided that they serve no purpose and should all die. I really can't imagine my life being any worse without them. Only better. Lots better. You might try to convince me that they're important because they serve as food for other creatures, but here's something: on a day-to-day basis, I only really like dogs and cats as pets. I really only eat chicken, pig, and cow. And as far as I know, none of them eat gnats or mosquitos or moths or dragon flies. So, I really don't need them, and if that means that all the bats die, so be it. Bats freak me out anyhow. Fuck them.

The Yankees lost two of three in Seattle, which shouldn't have happened. They come off being Boston five fucking times straight, Boston, one of the best teams in the league, but they can't beat Seattle, a team that had lost eleven straight going into the game. They're still six games up on Boston in the AL East and Boston is I think three games back from the wild card, so as long as the Yankees can stay on top in the AL East and the White Sox and Twins can keep the wild card, Boston won't make the playoffs, thus ensuring the beginning of a new curse because Boston let Johnny Damon go to the Yankees (and now he's having arguibly his best season).

I drove around my stepmom's Tahoe for a few days. While I like the added feeling of power, I really missed my car. Yeah, I bitch about that little piece of Civic all the time, but I really do like it. Who am I kidding, I love that car. As soon as I got back into it after getting it back (the backdoor finally opens again), I felt a lot more comfortable. The Tahoe is too big and takes up too much room and uses too much gas. The Civic just melts into me and seems to know what I'm going to do before I'm going to do it. It's changes lanes a lot better. It gets up to speed the way I want it it. And it sure as fuck stops a lot better than that fucking tank. It also smells delicious and the mats are nice and clean thanks to a free carwash that I did not expect. All around, I'm pleased, and I don't even care that that back window still doesn't work, the CD player doesn't work at all anymore, and the roof light went out. I think a fuse might have blowen. The Civic is a vehicle that simply wants to be broken.

Alright, that's all I've got. Can't say that I'm not looking forward to getting out of here.