| I suddenly get the feeling that Xanga just died.
I got a facebook now, and I'm meeting up with all the people I've left behind in all the places I've lived- California, Maryland, Virginia, Colorado, Pennsylvania... etc...
So, this, this xanga, has become just another place I'm leaving behind. Goodbye Xanga. Perhaps one day we'll meet again.
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| Well, the whole "House" era came to an end. That place ended more peacefully then I ever thought it would. I figured it would end with the glare of police lights, the sound of firetrucks, and screams from the roof.
But it didn't. Kind of depressing.
On a lighter note, 4/20 is tomorrow!
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| 12:15. Interpersonal Communication.
I'm in a dark mood. It seems everyone in this class wants to be a Youth Pastor. The class is squeezed tight together, the desks almost touching each other. I sit near the back of the class. The teacher strolls around the front of the class, preaching about dialectical tensions. I'm bored.
A fun little idea jumps into my head. My pencil begins to draw on my paper. First, I sketched a little flower, intricate, beautiful. It is bent to one side. Then, my pencil scribbled hard above the flower, sketching a big black shoe. The shoe is stepping on the flower. I laughed quietly as my pencil made the idea a sick reality.
The girl sitting next to me chanced a peek at my drawing. An evil black shoe stepping on a cute, little flower. I smiled at her creepily, my eyes dark with malice. She avoided my crazy stare, hastily heading back to her notes. I shook quietly with evil laughter, my pencil scribbling hard, making the shoe blacker, and blacker...
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| Saturday. 2 PM. Manhattan, Kansas.
Having just checked out the local skatepark, me and Bubba were cruising the streets of Manhattan in his black jetta. A hard techno song rocked loud on his CD player. Then we saw it. A dark plume of smoke in the distance. I pointed it out.
"Dude. Check that out."
"Cool. I wonder where its coming from."
"Lets go find out."
The pumping techno fueled our imaginations as we sped towards the rising black cloud. What could have caused this huge cloud of smoke? Could it be some detonated terrorist bomb? Maybe the crater of some freshly fallen asteroid? Or, perhaps some alien spaceship had made an emergency landing on earth?
The black cloud of smoke grew larger. The techno let my mind run wild as I imagined pulling friendly aliens from the burning wreckage of a spaceship. The aliens would need to eat- so we'd have to take them to Taco Bell. Then, later tonight, we could introduce them to the Manhattan party scene. It'd be great.
Then we arrived at what was generating the smoke. It was a farmer, burning weeds.
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