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Goodness Gracious...

So yesterday was AMAZING! I was hanging out with Jake, and getting windows back on my compy. You see, I had linux for about a week, using various distros, and I could never get onto my ntfs formatted harddrives, which contained about 300 gig of my stuff. So we get windows on, and Colter comes to get our video camera. Ok. I ask what for. "Dynamite, Barrett, the usual." No big deal, seen it before. "Oh, and the silver mine." Holy shit! Kevin doesn't do this often at all. So I hear about the silver mine, and immediately call Joe and tell him we are going to pick him up. Jake and I get driving, and end up at his dorm, and wait for him to get home. He gets home, and we take off, acquiring our good friend Wes, and my new friend Danielle, who is with Wes... I think. Anyway, we drive back, and the were just taking down the Barrett. OK, cool. So I explain to Jake, Joe, Wes, and Danielle what this silver mine deal is. we walk out on to a rebar grid with 10 inch holes, which spans a mine that is about 100-120 feet and about as wide as a living room. Once out there, we pour gasoline into a can, light the gasoline in the tin can, and pour it down the hole. If poured slowly, the speed heats it up to blue point, and it creates little blue balls of fire plummeting 100 feet, to which they create a fire at the bottom of the shaft. If poured quickly, it starts burning in the air, and creates a suspended fireball. If you keep pouring, the fireball grows, because the gas is reaching the fire suspended in the air. Pour enough, and you get a stream of fire engulfing 10 teenage boys, and one middle aged man 15 feet above their heads. It was AWESOME!!!!! It was simply amazing. Wes is now devoid of hair on his arms, and if you know Wes, you know how much hair that is. So after the fireballs, we all bolt. We head back up to cedar, and hang out there. We started watching the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, I played guitar, and we ate cake. I became better acquainted with Kyle, Joe's roomy. He's cool. We stayed till 5, and Jake and I got to my house at 6, at which point I crash, with lights and clothes still on, and in three hours, I headed to Vegas. I got pants, and music books. I came home, and lounged, now I am writing this, and just finishing it. I'm going to bed now. I have school in the morning. Fuck.

Miss you guys,
Jared

Yeah...

I'm in ecstasy... I am in heaven... I feel like I haven't felt in a very long time... =)...

Day the Third

Joe moves in the morning. I'll miss him. Christine moves on Thursday. I'll miss her, too. I was on speaker phone with Katie and Christine just barely, from Christine's phone. I was hoping it was Christine calling to talk, but Katie did all the talking, and really, I just listened to them laugh. I hate being alone. Oh well, better get used to it now, it's not changing. I really hate the fact that both Joe and Christine vent to me about each other. I really, /really/ like Christine, and it bugs me when Joe says shit about her, and it bugs me more when Christine won't stop talking about Joe. It seems that everyone likes Joe more, but I can't blame them. He's more fun, less depressing, and funnier than me, who wouldn't like him more? Plus, with Christine, let's be honest, I don't have a real chance. She moves on THURSDAY! Sure, she might keep contact for a while, but she's making a new life starting thursday. I have no doubt I'll get rubbed out sooner or later. I feel more for Christine than almost anyone else, and she is good for me, generally. I'm happier with her, more relaxed. I laugh easier with her than anyone else. I'm really gonna miss her. But it pains me so much to see her hanging out with Mckray, and pining over Joe. I realized recently that I really honestly like Christine a lot. Christine said she /kinda/ likes me /a little./ I suck at this thing called life. I blow things out of proportion. I thought that when she said she likes me, she meant that she might actually like me, not sorta think she might. Oh well. Like I said, I'm getting used to the thought of being alone. I'm getting used to crying, too. God, I sound so fucking emo. But I won't lie, tears have been shed for her. Many tears have been shed.

Number Two

So this is post number two for the return. Guess what? I'm number two, as well. I have been hanging out with Christine a lot lately. I like her a lot. Yeah... But I realized tonight that as long as Joe isn't freaking out, I will always be at least second on the list. Silly me, thought there was more than there is. I tend to do that. I thought it was just the girl, but no, it's me. Happened with more than one. I'm fucked. Up, that is. Well, yeah. School started. I'm a junior now. Holy shit, huh? My dad's home, that's good. Fuck. I suck at life. I think that in the long run, I will inevitably lose. But then, don't we all? Why do I always think more is happening? What is wrong with me? I thought she honestly just liked me. "a little." Ha. Oh well. Maybe I'm just depressed that all my friends, save Katie, Ashley, and Scott, two of which I don't hang out with, are moving. Yeah, so I only have 6 friends. Joe and Christine I am really sad about. Jake, not so much, he's already left. I got over that. I am very sad about Christine. I just started to be good friends with her again, now she leaves. Joe, is finally leveling out again, and of course, Christine is with him more, and he's moving on Monday. Monday! Shit. I'm gonna miss them. A lot. I don't think they will really know. They talk about how they are only 45 minutes away, on a slow day, but you know what? I could walk to Joe's house easily. Just over a mile. Christine's, not a long bike ride. Now I won't be able to go, because even if I get my license, no insurance or car. I'm really gonna miss them. "Not too far." Not very close, either. Well, bye.

FUCK YOU GUYS!

You know what I've decided? It's time to fucking blog again, and I don't give a fucking shit what anybody thinks about what I say, or how I say it, or whom I say it about! That's fucking right, so if you are offended by anything here in: FUCK YOU!!! Suck it up, you fucking pussies, and realize that I don't give a shit whether you read this or not. FUCK YOU!