10:49 pm / Friday night
So I'm sitting here at my [dad's] computer. And I just got off the phone. You'll soon see me at babies.withboners.com. Oh, my. That's one of the most interesting things I've heard today. That just makes my day. And you know what else makes my day? Nothing. Because today's been so damn empty. Not sad, or dramatic, just empty. There wasn't anything there today. I couldn't quite place my finger on it, but there was something that wasn't there today, and I'm not sure what it was. And I have to go in nine minutes. I'm on the verge of simply saying this. It isn't really something that will affect very many at all, or even anyone reading this, probably, but it's certainly something that would be interesting to post here, because I know that eventually, you would read it. And you know what? I'm not even sure if you'd ever say a word about it to me. In fact, I kind of doubt you would. Don't take that wrong, though. It's not a challenge or something stupid like that, I'm just noticing something about you, which may be wrong for all I know. I just know that I pick up on things about people very well, and you don't strike me as someone to bring up this sort of thing.

...

Um, hey. You know what?
.......

I love you.

Yessiree. There it is. The text is kind of small, but there it is nonetheless. So I'm not sure if you'll read this, or even if you'll care. Hell, you look like you've completely moved on from the both of us to someone new, and, well, you'd probably be happier with someone who hasn't dated your best friend. So I dunno. Do what you want. But there it is. Clear as day. Small, but clear as day. I'm repeating myself, I know, but I'm not sure you care at this point. And to be honest, I'm not sure I do, either. But there it is. And I have to go in three minutes.
I was considering putting some sappy quote from some sappy song right here, but I'm not going to. I don't want to any more. So there. I have to go in two minutes.
and this is the part where I upload this.





-Brendan

Announcement

Brendan got really pissed off at beardo today, and left home. In theory, he'll be back tonight, but he isn't quite sure if Beardo will decide to let him in or not. Just thought you all should know.

Update?

So yeah. I'm sitting here, and it's the next day, and I'm wearing the same clothes I was yesterday, but this seems to have worked fairly well. I expected to come home seeing all my stuff out on the lawn or something, but the worst that happened was he had taken away my pager. And I talked to him, and he gave it back. I think Beardo just needed a good "Fuck you."

Announcement

Beardo is now officially out of my school life. I will never hear another word from him about it. Ever. that is, unless I really fuck up or something bad like that, but eh... Y'know.... Stuff is looking kosher in that area. Dude.
Ahem. Yes.

This weekend was truly the weekend that would not end. I'm very glad it's over. There's something in my eye.

Another update? Shit, man! You're busy!

So here's the scoop. I'm moving to Corte Madera soon. Like, some time over the summer, methinks. If anyone wants to help, feel free. You'll probably get a free lunch out of it, and you'll get to spend time with me while I frantically set my stereo up in a large hurry like I did last time.
And another thing. I'm grounded without the use of the computer this weekend, and only this weekend. So yeah. If you want to get a hold of me, I'll have my pager on. I'm holding a phone with ym shoulder right now, and it's about to fall. I like my cat. She's neat.

So all in all, stuff isn't too bad in my world... No, wait. Scratch that. Stuff isn't as bad as it could be in my world. Things could be a lot better, but I'm greatful that they aren't a lot worse. So yeah. DJ Q-Bert is nifty.
And this is the part where I go and take a shower. Bye, everyone. And hey! Hey you guys! Call me once in a while! I don't get any phone calls any more, and that means I talk to the lot of you people significantly less! So get off yer kiester and page me! Because I'm lonely! I have to go.

-Brack 

Hi there. I'm me. I'm wearing baggy blue jeans that I hemmed (read took scissors to) so I wouldn't walk on them. I'm also wearing a smashing Pumpkins shirt, a green / white / black striped shirt for sleeves, and an old pair of Vans with duct tape for one shoelace and electrical tape for the other. It's too hot for sleeves, but I put them on this morning anyway. I don't like my arms very much. They're okay, I guess, but they're too tanned. All in all, I'm not too dissatisfied with my physical self. I think I got dealt a pretty good hand of cards in that department, or so I'm told. It's 11:13 on a Wednesday morning, and I'm sitting on a school computer, and I should be doing work. I'm typing on an ergonomically correct keyboard, and it's slowing me down considerably, but that's okay. It gives me just enough time to put just enough thought into my words. I tried doing work this morning, and it didn't produce any results. Two hours of getting nothing done. Two hours of sitting down, staring at a blank piece of paper. So I gave up. Again. I walked in here (I should be in non-priv), and sat down, and stared at a computer screen for a moment or two. I was incomplete yesterday. I shouldn't have been, but I was. It was because I'd forgotten to actually ask for a pend. He would have given it to me, he says, had I asked him, and I had it done this morning, but I was still incomplete yesterday. Lunch is going to start in a few minutes. If I incomplete again today, I'm suspended. That's bad. I want to go to Star Wars on Wednesday. That's looking like it isn't going to happen. My dad told me the other day that he was going to stay completely out of my school life. That's already proved itself to be a lie. Things are going downhill again, and I'm fucking sick of it. It's not fair. Why can't my life work out? Why is it that so many other people get to simply breeze through this, and I get clamped to the ground, falling behind, with the wind pushing me forward harder and harder, producing no result? 
	I'm sick of being unhappy all the time, especially in text. I hate being unhappy and depressive in text. I just don't like it at all. I'd rather be writing about something else.
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How did I get into that rant, anyway? That wasn't supposed to be what this was about?

What was this supposed to be about, anyway?

I'm sure that if it had some predetermined subject at the beginning, it's been long forgotten. 

And now I'm on a different computer. One with a better keypad. That makes me a bit happy. That, and the fact that there's a nice breeze.

But I forgot about the Wednesday meeting. Bye.



I'm at freespeech.org/brack. I'll be up there soon. Be patient. I can't use the computer this weekend.

That is all.