Ok, so Renee HIT me again! Very rude of her, being in a position of authority and such as a teacher’s assistant, to physically assault one of the people in her class. It had something to do with the possibility of watching the ‘Fawlty Towers’ episodes over at her house with Natasha.

Then some stuff happened, like her talking to Natasha, and then she hit me. I can’t really remember WHY she hit me, I probably got temporary amnesia from the pain. Ouch.

Anyways….Camus canoe. Good rhyming statement.

Good gravy. I need more sleep. I get tired, maudlin, worn out, and then these stupid big questions start irritating me.

‘answer us answer us!’ stupid questions. leemaloneimtryingtosleepgoway.

whatpatientshereathospitalahbaddreamnoitsrealityshit.

blurbyblurbyblurbyblurby.

Splash some cold water maybe? Waste of cold water though…almost time to go, only 1 hour 29 minutes left.

That’s 89 total minutes, or 5340 seconds, or roughly 6% of a total day left.

“Love is a word used to label the sexual excitement of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged, and the mutual dependance of the old.” - John Ciardi

Note that he says that this is what Love is USED to describe, not what love IS. So, what is love?

Glib-froyd-esque answer: Love is chocolate in the belly, a pretty girl on your arm, a tune in your heart, snappy shoes and a cool hat.

Deeper Froyd-esque answer: I don’t know, or if I do, I don’t know how to describe it. Perhaps something to do with a trust and comfort level with a person that excites you, both in spirit and in body?

Why do I play dr. mario when I know I am going to lose? Why do I play cribbage when I know that I am going to miss half of all the possible points when deciding to throw cards? Why do I believe in God, whose manifestations in my life could be explained as natural actions of the universe, or no actions at all? Why did I apply for Rhodes Scholarship when I knew there was a 99.9999999% chance of getting turned down? Why do I play Chess when I lose all the time? Why do I continue to deal with my job that I hate so much? Why do I continue to expect the VERY BEST of people when I’ve been disappointed time and time again? Why did I apply for Ireland when the fact is that I don’t know how I’m going to pay for it if I’m accepted? Why the hell am I trying to be a writer, when there are so many more talented people out there? What will happen to the country in the coming years? Why is there destruction, and people helping to disrupt everything? Why so much pain and suffering? Why do people hurt one another?

Perhaps the best question I ask myself taking these others into account: Why the hell haven’t I become a cynical bastard who has been poisoned by the disappointing and often dark world around me and given up completely on the future?

Hope and Faith, I answer myself, and a whispery echo in my mind, Hope and Faith.

more on this later.

Whoa. Last night was good times. I didn’t get to sleep for more than the 4 hours, because I am unable to resist BOTH Dr. Mario and hanging out with my friends. So therefore I went to hang with Josh Page, his entourage, and Natasha at Josh’s house.

Dr. Mario was sort of like the Civil War after Gettysburg. I, unfortunately, was the illiterate bucktoothed inbred gray wearing south. I won a couple of key ‘twitchy’(level 20, speed fast) matches, but overall lost all of them. My own personal jefferson davis was found dead, wrapped in a flag later at the hospital. If you consider the fillings of Combos to be a president, and the surrounding pretzel a flag. I had to get something crunchy to munchy tonight to stay awake while writing this and ‘working’. Otherwise, combos are a snack that I can take or leave. ANYWAYS. So, once again, the United Front of Froyd(UFF) was defeated by the JP. Soon, though, the UFF might actually get good.

Also, we got Natasha to try and play. Oooooh boy! That was awesome! She asked what the buttons did, and I told her that one button switches things one way, and the other the opposite way. She accepted the controller nervously and awaited the time when the game would start. I was going up against her, but I took as much satisfaction out of the coming victories as the US Army did in Afghanistan.

game #1, elapsed time: 20 seconds.
“What happened?”, I asked.
“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME HOW TO MOVE THE PIECES TO THE LEFT AND RIGHT!!!!”
woops. An equation to explain this:
4 button controller + Natasha = Moments of sheer BRILLIANT hilarity.

And…well, we just won’t go into the other games played. Suffice to say, she DID improve by the time she handed the controller back to JP, and I do believe she will get better. She’s just going to have to play some more Dr. Mario. Of course, I think she received a great deal of pleasure out of the results of JP vs. UFF again. As the UFF crumbled under the onslaught of extra vitamins from the JP.

’s probably a good thing we’re not real dr.’s. I think all of our diagnoses would be ‘Just toss more vitamins in the pot!’ The FDA would NOT approve.

Also, we were listening to some Audioslave, and I believe one of the songs was called ‘goatcheese’, or some similar sounding word. I don’t know, but it was very odd. ‘Goatcheese on the sidewalk…mmmmmm…gooooooaaaaatcheeeeeeese!’ Also: Audioslave is as bad as Linkin Park with their songs sounding very very very similar to one another.

And then I come to work, and that’s a post for later on. Anyways, Note to Natasha: A button, clockwise, B button, counter clockwise. Directional pad, left right and down. Take notes, as these buttons are the KEY to a proper Dr. Mario game winning strategery.