The Past Is An Empty Memory

What do you think of the past? I will be the first to admit that I don't, though, I would say that in a playful, goofy way. That doesn't ALWAYS mean I don't mean it, but I think in this case, it does. You see, it's really that I think of the past quite a bit. Not to the exclusion of anything else, and not more than anything else, but a bit. I'm not known for my memory, but there are the odd events that stand out in my mind. People, too. I don't like to forget people, and I don't know that I ever really have. But then, had I forgotten them, I really wouldn't know, would I? Ponder that for a while.

( Sometimes I wonder if I really want to know the past. )

Turmoiled Emotions

I'm at another one of those points. I want to say something, but it sounds so... i'm going to try and forget that you guys are here, and we'll see what happens.

I'm ancious to see Emily this comming weekend. I'm hopeful of seeing her at Young Fire, and her not hating me, and maybe, I don't know, we can get to be good friend, like I remember us being before I moved to Washington. Though, even at that, I think my time in Washington increased our friendship. I just feel so removed, I guess....

One may be surprised that I'm afraid of Emily quote 'hating' me. Maybe not. No, I don't think it could be that bad, not really. But even given how ALL my friends say I'm such a great guy, and that any girl who passes me up doesn't know what she's missing, you'll note that I am still single. It may, very convincingly, be argued that it's my own fault, which I won't nessisarily dispute, but as Aaron's pointed out, it can't be all me, now can it?

I'm also anxious to see Claire in another couple of weeks. I like seeing Claire, and spending time with her, and as much as she argues the point, I fear I hurt her everytime I mention Emily. I really do care for her, which brings me to my final point.

You see, Leslie, I believe, once commented on how noble, or romantic, or otherwise generally good it was that I still had feelings for Emily, or something like that. I don't dispute it, not entirely. I just wish to point out a small observation. That is, even given how much I allegedly like either of these girls, you'll note that I can't seem to stay true to either of them. *sigh* Maybe I think too much.

And with that, I go to bed. Physics at 9am, yeah. And I didn't get the last three homework problems, either. So much the Fun Stuff.

The Death Of A Lurker

Well, with this new development in Nancy's Journal, I suppose The Lurker will no longer be able to comment, huh? Ah well, it was fun while it lasted. I doubt my comments would nessisarily be as meaningful now that my identity is known, but it is her decision, and her journal.

I would like to thank whoever it was that posted anonymously on the 12th, though - not only did they defend me, and not only did they say exactly what I would have anyways, but they covered my bases. If this new development hadn't happened, my identity would have been solidly obscured for sometime to come.
Ah well, even good things come to an end.

( Old Soldiers Never Die... )

I'm A Simple Guy

I think I've used that subject before....no matter, though, it's the first thing that came to mind.
( Moving Right Along )

Uhm, Well, It's A Test...

I am a celebrity, a natural born leader, and a mascot. When old people think of video games, they oftentimes get a mental image of me. Countless times I've been called into battle to save Peach from various baddies, even back in the days of Atari, and I have never faltered. Others may be jealous, but who cares? I'm Mario!

What Super Mario Bros character are you?

It was a cheesy test, and if you don't know who your answers are voting for, you really shouldn't be taking this test, but... It was decent.