Fuck fake facts.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4MnpzG5Sqc&nomobile=1 

"Right now, there are more people on Facebook, than there were 200 years ago."

World population in 1810: 1,045,073,963 (one billion, fourty five million, seventy three thousand, nine hundred and sixty three)
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_population_estimates

Facebook users as of most recent available count:  "We had 845 million monthly active users at the end of December 2011."
Source: http://newsroom.fb.com/content/default.aspx?NewsAreaId=22

That means their count is off by approximately 200,073,000. (two hundred million, seventy three thousand). That's A LOT.

That took me under a minute to look up. How can I be expected to take this video seriously if it lies to me in the first 31 seconds?

I understand that this video is for a good cause, and I support that cause. That's part of why it's so frustrating hearing that spouted as fact, just to be sensational.

New shit.

I finally wrote some new shit.



Weekly Disappointment.

It's Friday and I'm excited. The whole weekend is before me and by the end, I'll have it all figured out.

Saturday wakes me up alone. That's okay, I've still got two days to get this down.

By Sunday night I realize that I've failed again.

Monday morning means I'm starting all over again.

Tuesday afternoon means I'm exhausted. Can I keep this up?

Wednesday is hump day. No one is humping me.

Thursday means I'm almost there. Twenty-four more hours until I get it right. This time, I'll get it right.

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Some day.
Some days are tough, Some days are easy.

Some days, the rough stuff almost kills me.
Some days, I have so much fun that it hurts.

Some days, I'm crying my eyes out.
Some days, I've got my arms around a beautiful girl.

Some days, I feel so alone.
Some days, my friends are everywhere.

Some days, all I want is a different day.
Some days, all I want is for the day to never end.

I wish life would make up it's mind.

Some days, I don't think I'll ever find love. And some day, I'll find you.

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I told you, I wrote new shit.

Fsck.

It's been awhile. I haven't done this with any regularity for QUITE some time. I've been through some rough shit in the last two months (including this morning). I don't want to talk about that though. Instead, I'm going to try to start doing daily logs again. Try to express myself some more. Get back to writing. Not just shitty poetry but short stories and maybe even a screenplay or comic book. We'll see. Point is, I need to start putting myself out there again. Hopefully there's a response.



eeeeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmmmmmooooooooooo

On the road again.

Today I'm flying to Georgia again to visit Mom and Keven. We'll be hitting up Universal, (hopefully) a Braves game and Stone Mountain, among other things.

I'm in the Rhinelander airport now and I'll have plenty of travel and waiting time on the trip. I have a three hour layover between Minneapolis and Georgia, then an eight hour drive to Florida tomorrow, plus all the flight time back Sunday. Feel free to txt me to keep me busy.

I'll have pics from the whole thing up when I get back.

Later on fools!

Shades of Myself.

Another night come and gone and I had no sleep to give it.

I lay on my side, watching the rain fall. I see the oak outside and the lighting behind it. I feel the thunder in my chest but at least it's something. I've been here all day. I can hear the birds now and the stars are fading. The relentless sun has come to take them from me.

I roll to hide from it, but it's still there, showing me shades of myself. I see myself in my bed alone, and weep. I see myself next to another and smile. I see myself at the end of my life and wonder. How many mornings will I be there to greet? How many shades will the brilliant light show me?


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I'm not dead.

I'm not dead, I promise. I just moved to Ashland, WI. My computer died in the move and I've had more important things to do (eat steak and search for a job) so I haven't been able to repair or replace it. Once I do, I'll be black to blogging more frequently, like I did last time I lived here.

In the meantime, you should chat with me on MSN/AIM/Yahoo, as I can do that on my phone now. And I get bored. Anyone can chat me, you don't have to know me. Msg me or comment for my handles.

G'night ladies.

Forward.

There's no where to look but forward.

The present hurts. Right here is boring and lonely.

The past is full of regret. Back there are bad choices and resentment.

But the future? The future is mystery. The future is unknown. It may be full of pain, it may be scary, it may be just as empty as right here or just as loaded with misery as back there, but maybe it won't be. 

Look forward, you might find hope.

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Came to me on a walk home. We can all keep living in the past and have our regrets, or we can live in the present and never be happy. But I'd rather live on the road forward, where it's not so sad and depressing and there's always the mystery of what's around the next bend.

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