Seriously, how long is a moment? Or rather, what I'd like to know a bit more, how long is an instant? "The arrow in flght is motionless". That is a paradox based off the idea an instant is infinitly small. If you were to freeze time at any instant during the arrow's flight, it would have to be (in order to be moving) going to someplace else or coming to the position it is. I can't to the former because it is in the spot it is in now, and it can't do the latter because it is already there.So since this is true for every instant, the arrow in flight must be motionless. .....that is true logic. When it all makes sense but just doesn't work anyway.

Beacuse you refuse to read this, my contract comands me to write it! What kind of twisted logic is that, anyway? I swear, I don't even know why I signed that contract! It gave reality the right to screw me over in so many ways... Can't ever have a date.... my things always disappear.... I forget only what I need to remember.... Why did I sign that? Oh, yeah... there were free cookies... But the cake is a lie!

I like to eat pickles diped in applesauce. Just thought you'd like to know.

I was wrong. Apparently there was one person bored enough to send me a message saying I was an idiot. I thought there were going to be none. Anyway, thank you loveJungleBoogy for your participatation. You should have already recived your prize (40 leftover points from the old show Who's Line is it Anyway?) I had two more great prizes, but, too late. Experiment conclusion: I am an idiot.

Yeah... it was only a matter of time (and perspective) All my false hopes have been dashed against some rocks and left to starve. STARVE! I guess I shouldn't make to big a deal out of it; it isn't like I'm the only guy a girl couldn't like (though I wish I was) Oh well, I have something to cheer me up (solitare?) My enemies! None of my friends can cheer me up as well as any of my enemies. So, if anyone out there hates me (which would be all of you) send me a message declaring war on me or something, something that makes you my enemy. And, no it was not me that stuck that bomb under your car.

So...here I am again, blabbing to you about somthing you can't help and don't care about. But, I must say, I am really good at holding on to false hopes. Like, REALLY good. So, I am at the Up Rise consert with a group of friends, including this girl I like. However, she spent the entire day with some other guy in our group. I was begining to think she may like me (false hope #1), but I'm under the impression that this other guy likes her too. So I was spending a lot of time trying to figure out if they were dating. I didn't see them holding hands at all, nor any sort of related contact, so I am going on that they aren't (false hope #2). I (false) hope they aren't... Anyway, don't crush my false hopes. I exspect you not to (false hope #3). I need it to get myself to do something about this (and Probably embarrass myself). So, just act like I don't exist, and I might disappear (your false hope #1). Maybe a nice game of solitare will put me at ease and numb my pain...(false hope #5; that's right, you aren't allowed to know false hope #4)

I have have never had a date in my life. Surprised? No, you aren't. But for the good news: I have now figured out why. It isn't just because I am a loser (though that's a big part of it) but rather because their are some sort of... cosmic barriers preventing me from going on a "date" (whatever that is). Now for the REALLY good news (for me, you probaly don't care) I have a weapon to take them down. Can you guess what it is? That's right. Solitare. One winning game of spider solitare could hold off the barriers for up to a couple of hours. Now, that doesn't give much time to ask a girl and overcome my loserness (loserness? is that a word?) but at least I have some chance. Now I know I'm not going to impress any girls with this, but that's not the point. I'm just changing the fabric of time and space for long enough to give me some sort of tiny chance to impress a girl. I know you think this is ridiculous, so I'll prove it to you. I have been constantly winning games of Klondike for years now, and my situation has improved... not at all. You're right. This is ridiculous. Solitare doesn't work. The cosmic barriers are unbreakable. I give up. I enjoy solitude anyway. ...well, long as I'm alone, might as well go play some solitare...

That is really all there is to say. Don't believe me? Well, this is a pretty stupid topic I am writing about right here, in fact it is rather weird. I am being driven krazy, but I don't suffer from insanity. I ENJOY EVERY MINUTE OF IT!!! .....that about wore me out. Anyway, I feel moraly obligated to say this: I am about to start a behind-the-wheel driving class, so between 12:00 and 2:00 STAY OFF THE ROAD!!! For your own safty. IGIBIGI MASSA!!!! ....I am so weird....

I figure that no one is going to read this junk I type here, but you never know. So here is the experiment. If you are really bored enough to read this, then send me a message that says: "You are an idiot". Why? 'cause (1) it's true and (2) I can tell you have wanted to call me that since you found out I was still alive. That's right, Damian, you failed to kill me. And now I'm coming for you.