Hooray!

In exactly four hours and eighteen minutes I will be playing Red Dead Redemption! Yay!

Pinky...(Pinkie? Pinkies?...)

So yesterday I discovered these little thing on my hands called a Pinky. Or is it Pinkie? Or Pinkies? I don't know either way these nifty little tools are tiny fingers that can be used to do stuff. I used them to pull the right trigger on my Xbox controller, resulting in a MW2 kill! It was cool because I always use the pointer finger, but this time they caught a break. The Pinky can be used for other things as well. Something in a hard to reach spot that your other fingers can't fit into? Use your Pinky! Intense research on the internet states every human is born with two, one per hand. Look next to your ring finger on your hands. You should see a finger smaller than the others. That's your Pinky. Now go forth and use your Pinky for good. And don't go to the darkside with them. They do not have cookies. Though they do in fact have toasters. Yum toast.

ONE MORE DAY!

Tomorrow I will be roaming the west in Red Dead Redemption. It's gonna be awesome! Red Dead life goal number one: rob a train. Number two: don't get caught.

Annoying

I hate when things don't go as planned. It is soooooooooooooooooo annoying. You think to yourself hey this is gonna work and you put tons of effort towards it then it doesn't go how you want it. By this point I should have had all the technology work done for the civ project but I don't. That annoys me. Ever try to surprise somebody with something nice like a gift or surprising them by going to see them after a long time of seperation? Yeah that doesn't always turn out good either. Especially if you don't plan to see them because then they could be spending time with someone else or something. It sucks. Blah

Clingy

Enough Said

Liars

Why do people lie? What's the point? Just tell the truth and get it over with. Don't lie for two weeks then continue when the time comes to tell the truth. ugh.

The Broken

I followed your every move in a stride that will's diguise
A little markings clue to find
Your red lips speak of painted figures
Teeth of mangled little listeners
The thoughts that hide your rusty scissors there and
hooded men.
Swinging amnesty across this violence,
Obscurity has no hero.

The world looks better when your fallen
Braced to comfort and not to crawl in
To find it we must
Pray for the broken
No one to fix us
We are, We'll always be
The wrong!

Your touch seethes of emptiness
Callous tips against the brush
The world's now breaking off to dust

The world looks better when your fallen
Braced to comfort and not to crawl in
To find it we must
Pray for the broken
No one to fix us
We are, We'll always be
The wrong!

We're conspiring...

Where was your heart
When we needed it most
Live in denial
And I'll be your ghost
There is nothing to let go
Only time will let you know
If you're worth anything
You'll know! That I'm
Giving up way too early.
Let the axis turn you free
And destroy everything you love!

The world looks better when your fallen
Braced to comfort and not to crawl in
To find it we must
Pray for the broken
No one to fix us
We are, We are
We are, We are
We are, We'll always be
The wrong!