Me: "Yeah we need some more Jam"
Mom: "WHAT!? NO WE DON'T!!"
Me: "yes we do...."
Mom: "what the frig Addy!! Do you like live off jam!?! I mean holy!!"
(geez...i just wanted some jam for my toast and bananas)

"Stupid Kirsten...leaving me here all alone...AND I'LL BET SHE'S WEARING MY PANTS!!!" -Randy

So if my last blog made no sense to you...too bad because I don't want to explain it.

My mom is going to Texas to see my aunt sometime in february. And even frigging Hogan gets to go to California!!!! I want to get out of Canada, it's too damn cold here. I walked to the store today and my face froze after being outside for like 3 minutes....why did I buy ice cream when i was there?

I'm so sick of everyone complaining about the problems of the world. I'm sick of hearing everyone complain about how horrible the government is, and how horrible America is. Why do you have to add to the problem by spreading your hate? LOVE DAMMIT!! LOOOVE!!!!!!!!

I'm still sick and it really really really sucks. It's been almost a week, and as always I had to get sick on the holidays. I'm all tired and cold and sick and just not feeling all that great at all. Listening to Full Collapse though....Standing On the Edge of Summer decribes me really well right now. here...

In this room I'm sitting by your side.
It rains for hours and the phone is off its hook.
Standing on the edge, casting lots to set me up before you knock me down,
off the summer's edge and drown me.
We're betting on our own lives, making up for all the time we lost.
In this house of cards we're all holding hearts and spades
(one breath, one step could knock it all down)
but you lead with your eyes and you give it away
(decide, design to cut from the clouds).
When the people you love get lost in the shuffle,
(when you leave, you leave nothing but broken hearts)
you let it go and then you fold.
So we stay on the open road.
We drive for hours and still no end in sight at all.
Driving in your car, miss the stop sign, fall in love, just to get knocked out.
Pull your punches and burn with your cigarettes.
Pulled like a punch and burnt like a cigarette?
forever.

I don't what you'll gain from reading that...but maybe...nah I'll stop trying now...

I think it's gonna rain rain down.
- posted by Eddie @ 3:29 PM