man, i love these guys. they're keeping me company this morning. i had a bad week. a week that was too frustrating for words. i tried to quell it by reading newsweek. i thought if i could just focus on sordid world issues, i could just get over myself and make my petty problems pale in comparison. well it only worked for a couple of minutes. so here i am, awake on a sunday morning listening to sunday morning typa songs and waiting. waiting for the bloody server to work so i can finally purchase tickets. i've been a basket case all week. just ask friends for confirmation. been online for most part of the day, streaming wolfmother and salivating over the one with curls. it got me thinking about this boy who once agreed to the thought of breaking into a house with me. that was a long time ago when i was 17 and we were having 4am conversations about our pathetic lives and our lofty punk aspirations. dimensions by wolfmother would have been my 'breaking an entry' song. i wonder what happen to that boy. i saw him a coupla times but i couldn't recognize him till friends pointed him out to me. he shouldn't have cut his hair because i usually remember boys by their hair. got a ton of school work to do but i can't be arsed to do them. huh what else is new. thanks to the two people who bothered to help me out and various cheerleaders who put up with my foulness in the last coupla weeks and continue to cheer me on. much appreciated. when i come back i'm going to work on complaining less.