The Journey Is More Important Than The Beginning Or The End.

*closes eyes and finds somewhere to go*

Ok, what should I talk about tonight...? I started to learn Flash programming tonight, and I am 1/3 of the way done with a "trailor" for my comic. I am using the Lord of the Rings Requim for a Dream song as the BG music because its always been a favorite of mine and it is suspensful. I am trying to make this "trailor" funny, as to draw more attention to my comic site.

(o_O)!....

Right now, I am stressing over something I probably shouldn't. I think its my fears trying to get the best of my imagination, but here I don't wanna post what it is, because to many people come here and read this. Maybe I will talk to Brian about it.... He would know of all my friends what to say chances are...

So today went fairly well I guess. I woke up, went to school, sat in first hour doing book work to turn in before the test on Thursday. Went to choir and about had my dreams of children shot away. Ryan (of course it involves Ryan) was in his "Sack Tapping" mood today. He hit Kendon, and then told Kendon to come up and hit me. Well, being Kendon was one that I never associated much with because if I did I would end up snapping and taking his Mormon arse out, I didn't think that he would do what he did as he walked by. Full fledge club right in the crotch. I took it, and turned around cursing Ryan and Kendon to hell. Ryan laughed like the Hijena (I don't care... don't say it...) from Lion King, and I swore my revenge on him. "I have snipers everywhere!" he said. I looked to my left at my friend Bob (not the Zach/Bob) and asked what team he was on. He laughed and said no ones. Wrong answer. I clubbed him hard in his 'BUNKER' and said "Well, now you are. Ryan, nervous like the entire guys section, stood with his hands infront of his crotch. So, we did our choreography, and as we did the turn around in a circle part, I snuck up behind Ryan, and as he made his full turn back forward *WHAM* straight punch in the crotch. He fell halfway to his knee's, clutching his "minor key" and making some kind of sound that resembled great amounts of pain. I laughed, turned to Kendon, and said he was next. He just smirked. But the more i thought about it, I thought I would get Ryan AGAIN for having Kendon do it. Being Ryan and I were even I brushed off the war as an even truce. Damn my self ignorance.... As we crouched down into a squat position for one of the moves, Ryan came up behind me, and upper cutted my underside.... I swear to god, if my nuts didn't smack my brain, they came awful close to it... My eyes must have popped up to make room for them up there as I keeled over saying every swear word in the book, plus the new testimant ones... I pulled myself into what was more of a half stance, keeling to one side, trying to get my vision straight. I turn around and there is Ryan and the entire 4th row of guys laughing and making this number >.< of a face. This is about time where that eye color change I mention from time to time happened. My eyes went from a deep brown to an autumn red. I was out to kill now. As we ran to our new locations for the 5th movement, I ran about behind Ryan, followed him for a second, jumped around him, and jack hammer fist his crotch. I walked back to my spot, and Ryan claimed we were now even, no more. But I wasn't done, I told him I was gonna make him a Soprano....

The seniors were called over into a corner to discuss what we were gonna get Mr Wall as a present. Ryan was sitting on a chair, and Kendon was leaning on the wall 2 feet in front of him. Ryan turned to me and asked me if I seen Matrix 3. I nodded and watched Ryan pull a python style strike withhis fist straight into Kendons.... Mormon testimony.... Kendon dropped like a rock to the ground, and over a period of 3 minutes, I watched him as he tried to climb back up the wall into a standing position. In a way, I felt bad for the poor guy, but soon after bursted out into a luagh at the moron (Mormon, but who cares, same diff). I believe Ryan was trying to get on my good side. But, I still had unfinished business to do to him. As he hid outside of the stage from Kendon, I walked by and asked what he was doing. he came out unguarded and told me he was gonna get Kendon and Dave one more time. *SMASH* Ryan made a high pitched noise, fell to his knee's and I continued out the door. I turned around 10 seconds later to see Ryan bent legged walked out. *The look on his face and the way he walked was the highlight of my day.* Though, as I walked through the halls I was always looking over my shoulder in fear of Ryan pulling what I call an Alchida.... jumping out of even the trash can to get me. Its war here... never visit if your a guy... for fear of being Sack tapped. If your a girl, lately a spree of what I call Bush Wacking has been starting. But thats only among the immature ones... Choir was over (thank god) and I went to Art and finished up my project. I have a fan club of my work now. People are always excited to see what I have composed up. ^_^ Joy! Lunch time came around, and I was pissed.... Joyce almost got fired for giving me free food. For 4 years I have been given free food. Its always been kool. Well, The stupid lady that runs the Ala Cart line turned Joyce in. That stupid whore.... she gives like $5+ of food away a day.... then had the nerve to turn Joyce in... oh... she is gonna get whats coming to her. Joyce is loved by all the kids and she is just jealous. I don't even want to get started on Mrs. Rivera... see Bobs blog for details on that bitch. *is getting pissed off at alot of the school staff for being evil plotting dicks* 4th hour was nice. I sat in the art room and talked with Megan and Adam and drew a picture of an angel. Im a god there ^_^.

So, I came home, tired as heck, and helped put a bunk bed up in the rafters of my grandpa's huge barn so he didnt have to do it. I came back and talked to Molly for a little bit, but I was falling asleep at the keyboard. She told me to go to bed, so I did as I was told. When I woke up, I was choking on my own blood. *looks at the red stain on his white bath robe...* damn it all. I hate the dry weather. So I cleaned up, and started on my flash programming. I hoped Molly would get online, but alas... she never did... *cries* She is the only reason I got up.... Oh well, Midnight... I am gonna go to bed now.

~night

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