I love the movie panic, it's a really great movie. However today I couldn't sit though it because there was something that was driveing me crazy so I couldn't sit through it and ended up turning it off. You know there is something wrong with you when you can't sit through one of your favorite movies. Gumble moan and oh well life goes on. I haven't updated my web page in a while and for that...I'm almost sorry but not really. To tell the truth I just really haven't had the time nor the energy to go sit down at my computer and do it. Ah well like I said multiple times before I'm here now. Hmm Ithink I'm gonnas change subjects now.

Recenlty I saw a movie called Finding Forester, at the end of a movie there was a book entitled sunset. Ever since then sunsets have held a very important part of my life and they all suddenly have alot more meaning than they used to. Sunset, our lives are full of them, a splash of beauty before the frenzied activities that invade night and back to dawn to begin anew once again. It's really quite a beautiful thought.

This past weekend my summer has reached it's sunset, in the form of my freind's birthday barbq celebration bash. This social gathering of me and my freinds was one of the best times I've had with them period, it's right up there with Bibo's birthday party...the details of which can be found in that astetic experiences rant a lil ways up. The party was outside and it rained pretty much the entire afternoon. However silly little things like that don't stop us from haveing fun...just like the fact that the grill wasn't covered didn't stop us from cooking food over it. As we all disperced into our various motor vehicle to retreat home latter that evening I knew that this was most likely as good as it's gonna get. Our parting was bittersweet, for me at least but I realized that I still had the night ahead, and there will be no rest for the wicked. With these scant few days left before I depart into yonder it makes me realized that there is so much left to be done, that there is time to do it all in, but not the strength. However as the first stars sparkle in the darkening sky I know that dawn is a long way off. And that some how some where I will manage something and everything that was ment to happen will, because that is the way of the world and how everything works.

My freinds all have mixed feelings on summer vacation. Some of them hate summer vacation with a passion and that they can not wait to get back to skool because that is the way that they can see all thier freinds. Others don't mind summer vacation, they manage to see thier freinds often enough to keep satisfied, on top of that they hate skool so it all works out. I on the other hand hold a rather diffrent opinion. Me I don't mind summer vacation it gives me both the time and opertunity to relax and do things. To take time of and have the opertunity to be away from people for a little bit. I get to spend time with freinds as often as I would like but for the most part I rather like summer vacation. The long sleeply days combined with endless sleepless nights. It's a decent time to be alive, a place and time where you are far more in controll of yourself and the events that affect you that you are durning the skool year where everyone has easy acess to each other. The thing is though...I'm only going to have three of these summers left. After collage there isn't going to be anymore long sleepy summers that I can just whittle aways listening to music and occationaly reading and writting. I'll be working and working and working untill I'm old and I retire. I guess I used to hate summers untill I realized just how rare and special they really where and how when they are gone you won't be getting them back for decades. And when you do...well lets just hope advances of modern science will let us enjoy them.

Awhile ago I changed my screen name to C0MTE, I even wrote a rant about it. I found it all to be very exciteing. Then on some warm sleepy idle tuesday I decided to make myself seachable. I filled out my directory information, made myself availble for chat filled in my interest groups...then I realize dwhat time it was so I went to bed. That was about 2 months ago. About two weeks ago I recieved my first random instant message from someone. Since that first IM I have recived ten others. Nine out of thouse ten people were interesting to talk to. One of them I still talk to and two of them I want to talk to again. These random people are from all over the place, rangeing from my own home pit of Coral Springs, to Russia. I was thinking this is such a great way to meet new people. DO a search with inyour intrest group pick a name at random and say hi to them...well I just got a random im so I'm gonna go talk to her and I'll be back in a few...alrighty then. Anyway the point of this is that this is a relatively new phenominon. I mean people didn't really grab a phone book dial a number and sit down to have a conversation with a total stranger like they do now with aol isntant messenger. I wonder why that is? Well I have a theory. It's all in the screen name. Your screen name says quite abit about you, it's a distinctive badge that you use to identify yourself to the on-line universe. Many times it betrays your intrests, social circles, and gender. Alot can be told about someone's screen name so when you are confronted with a list of people for you to choose from it isn't quite so random as just dialing a number from a phone book and you have greater chances of selecting some one that is more compatible with your intrests than you would other wise...these are just my thoughts. I'm probley wrong.

You know there is an amazeing amount of trust between my freinds and I. When someone needs to barrow money they need but ask and they will more than likely get someone elses entire wallet tossed carelessly at them. This is just the way we are. We loan out money and rarely ask for it back, we share guitars, movies, music, food and just about everything else we have that someone else could want. It's nice haveing that level of trust and freindship between a group of people and it's going to be a sad day when I no longer see them everyday. Still we have the long night ahead.

No not the pink floyd album, but it should be. They are really good and everyone should like them. Ahem moveing onwards and upwards. Somewhat recently I have aquired a rather bizzare way of keeping important things safe in my room, I tape it to the wall. THe philosophy behind that is, peices of paper get lost, eaten, shreaded, burned, or any number of other horrible fates. This especialy holds true within the confines of my room. So oneday I came up with an ingeneouse idea...tack it to the wall. THis idea first evolved with phone numbers. I would loose phone numbers, little books to keep phone numbers in, and little files on my computer to keep phone numbers on. All of these were just not up to the task of handleing my neglect. So in a fit of rage I wrote the number on my wall, after all where the hell is the wall going to go. Should my wall randomly disapear then we will have some seriouse problems. After phone numbers came money. I'm not very good with money I have a tendency to loose it. However no fear/worries because I came up with another idea, tack that to the wall to. It's great everytime I need some just rip down a bundle of cash. Lastly story ideas. It takes me a long time to write a story from beginning to end. I don't know why it takes so long it just dose. I get ideas faster than I can write them...what could be cooler than haveing a wall devoted to nothing but story ideas. That way whenever I need one I can just pull it down and go go go. Well I'm tired time to go.

Recently I have been developeing this theory that I think has reached a point in it's maturity that I can share it with the whole world and only look like a complete ass. Ahem so any way this is the theory of the massed produced personality. Over the last couple of months I came to the conclustion that certain personalitys are massed produced to make the world a better more enjoyable place. This theory was first developed at my collage orientation (you know that had a large effect on my life for some reason...funny it was so untramatic to.), the first person I met was the really freindly kid who did everything he could to make freinds with everyone around him, by and large he was sucessful. By the end of the weekend just aobut everyone knew who he was and had a postive opinion of him. A few days after that I went to work at Supra Telecom where I met Anthony. Anthony was this really nice kid from...somewhere and he did everything in his power to make freinds with everyone around him. Like the kid at orientation he was sucessful for the most part. Then a few nights ago when I was lying in my bed all alone unable to sleep I started to dwell on the past because...it's what you do when you can't sleep. I started to think about the people I knew and I realized that there were patters...there were people who's personalitys were increadbly similar. The actual people were quite diffrent in thier likes dislikes and past experiences...however the acual person the resided in the bodys were very similar. People so utterly apart from each other and yet so much like each other can't be just a simple coincidence. So I think that these people were placed to make the world a little easyer for everyone to live together. I dunno it's just a thought.

Recently I realized I should be angry and here's why. Last summer much like this one I worked at my mom's office. Last summer she would frequently leave me there...she would come back and admit to me in an embarrased way that she had forgotten me. This summer the trend continued, she would forget me at home and have to come back...she would forget to buy me lunch and of course she would leave me there. Now these weren't isolated once in a long while occurances they happened pretty frequently now that think about it. Just now I realized that being forgoten like that more then twice...is reason to be annoyed. Oh well time to move on.

You know awhile ago I wrote a rant on wishes. It didn't turn out nearly as deep or as meaningful as I would have liked it to...but oh well these things happen. I know my own feelings on the topic and that's all that's really important. Anyway I decided to revistit the topic because something happened recently that made me want to revisit it. We celebrated my step mom's birthday earlyer this eveneing. In truth her birthday was some thing like three weeks ago but that hardly matters. Anyway my dad fumbled about looking for birthday candles I began to think. As per tradtion in this country of our we make a wish, then we atempt to blow out the candles. If we manage to get them all blown out then our wish could come true. Personaly I'm afraid to wish for something like ending world hunger or world peace... I can just picuture the entire world dropping dead the next day. No usually I wish to blow out all the candles. That way I know if it came true or not. Anyway wishes were made presents were opened and then the mess was disposed of...as I carelessly threw the candles back into thier resting place a bitter smile crossed my weary features. So little value is placed on our wishes that we can't even bring ourselves to use fresh candles to make our wishes. We reuse candles that hold our wishes...it's kinda like reuseing wishes in my eyes...you know that scene in goonies had much more meaning to me that it did for everyone else.

You know I beleive in something that most people don't. Actaully I beleive in alot of things that most people don't. However one of them is that quiet relection is an important part of life and that it is something that should be done before and after every great undertakeing so that one may review the mistakes they've made and how best to handle similar situations in the future. Of course there is more to it than that as I sure you well imagine. It is also a time to look back fondly upon our memories. To see the events of the past in that specail rose colored light that is only present upon refelcetion. Things most always seem better when you aren't liveing through them. Carrying on. I dunno this kinda got interupted due to circumstances which were certainly beyond my controll. Anywho lets start something else now.

You know today I spent most of the day packing up my stuff. I was so angy and depressed that the whole process cheered me up conciderably. I think I am the only person who is so annoyed by thier current family situation that the process of moveing out was actually found therapuitic. HOWEVER that's not what all this is about so lets get stuck in shall we? This feels like the end. Like I've reached the last page I'm just about to close the book stare into space beifly and pick up a new one. That leaves a question what will happen to this page? Is it finally finnished? There have been numerouse times before where I have atempted to end this pages excistence. Where I've said alright that's it no more updates. Then each time something inevitably draws me back again like a moth to a flame. However what if that draw is gone what if I put down the keyboard this time I don't pick it up again? Somehow I don't think that will happen, this webpage is far to much a part of my life for me to just toss it aside. Still, it makes me wonder will there be a change to the way things are done around here? I mean this page started off with the wizdom page, and a few other things. The rant page was always this idea I had scampering around in my head, it had two or three false starts...like most things in my life then finally it grew into what you are reading today. So I wonder will this change again or will some things remain the same? You know I find this page more informative than any jornal, concerning myself that is. Well we'll see. Either way something will happen and we'll see what it is together, me my webpage and what ever people feel the need to read all this. One thing though, I hope that this won't degrade to the point where it is just a silly and superfulouse something that I do because I always do and that it spirrals downward in to a horrid stinking pit of useless worthless filth. I hope that if this has to end that it will with dignaty and grace.

Oh hold on this is just to good not to rant about. Alright we were comeing back from somewhere or another and I was understimulated. A state of being I find my self most often experienceing in a car. At any rate I took to my favorite past time of reading the names of stores as they go wizzing past. Then I saw a store called discount caskits. I swear to god it was reall and I didn't just make it up. I tell you what I want right now a clause in my will stateing that my caskit must be purchesed at a discount store. Of course more than likely my freinds and family will ignore that but hey it would still be very cool.

The sound of my keyboard echos around these empty walls echos as I type away into the night. The only light to be seen is that from this very screen the only sound that is to be heard is the tick tack click clack of the keys as my fingers move in a blur creating words on the screen. Sometimes the lonelyest sounds that can be made are at the computer, when the hour is late.

Here I am at kollage, today was my first day of classes, so I decided in my own typical fastion to let you know what I think of everything thus far. Well first off I would like to say that I did not plan ahead of time for any of this. I do not have a single class before 11 o'clock and I do not have any classes on friday. Don't ask me how I did that because I couldn't tell you even if I tried. All I know is I could of sworn I had some class or another on friday. Heh oh well I better enjoy it while it lasts because I'm certain that my luck will not repeat it's self ever again. Ahem so anyway the whole I'm at kollage thing really hasn't sunk in with me very well at all. It's like eh so this is this then eh? Basicly I've been in this super chill mood where I'm just kicking back and saying it's all good. I find this very cool because I like being in this sort of mood, it's hard to bother me or make me uncomfortable while I'm like this...I'm all just like whatever I'm good. Sure I'll have another one of these deliciouse cookies. So my first impressions pretty much boil down to...brace yourselves this is exceiteing. eh. I mean that's how I feel...oh shit the grill closed I wanted another grilled cheese sandwhich. They make good sandwhiches and I'm tired so I'm gonna go fall asleep now.

Tomarrow kicks off my third week of classes. It has randomly occured to me that I haven't updated my web page since I've gotten here. Oh well I'm doing it now so leave me alone. Well so far I haven't messed anything up to majorly! I'm very proud of myself for that, in fact I haven't waited till the last minut to do anything yet. Umm I have other more important things to say now.

Have you ever wondered why red necks are poor? Well I don't normaly but it occured to me recently. Anyway I've come to a brilliant realization, it's their camoflauged wallets! Come one you know that in order to be a red neck you need at least three things, a pickup truck, a gun, and camoflauged everything. That includes thier wallets. So what happens if they drop thier wallets on the ground? Well that's the end of that. Anything you had in there is gone, I mean how can you find something that's ment to blend in? You can't, which is why all red necks are poor because they keep looseing thier bloody wallets.

For one reason or another you can't use a cell phone from within our dorms and expect it to work. No one knows nor understands why, but it heardly matters because everyone just goes outside and uses them. They stand away from each other with thier backs turned talking to themselves. It's one of the most anti social things I've ever seen in my entire life.

The other night I atended a drag show. Why I atenended a drag show is a compleatly diffrent and unimportant rant. So we won't foucus on it. All you need to know is that I ended up at a drag show. It was more fun than I could ever really expect it to be. I mean it was just cool. The neat thing though is that gay guys are the nicest most polite people in the universe. When they step on your feet they turn around and say I'm sorry to you. It was very nice to have someone actually apologise for thier mistyakes. We can all take a lession from them. That's all I wanted to say really.

You know here in my dorm rooms there are just a few things that just don't make sence. The most glareing example of this would be the handicaped rooms in the dorms. Handicapped rooms are a good smart thing, crippeled people need to sleep in dorms to and what not. However here is what dosn't make sence. First the handi capped rooms are at the end of the hallway. Now they get to be able to park in the best parking spots but they live all the way at the end of the bloody hallway. Now what's even stanger is that they have the handycaped room at the end of the hallway on the third floor of the dorms...this is all well and good they take the elevator up and down. Of course when there is a fire and the elevators aren't in normal service...we have crispy cripples. Oh god that's sick.

Recently for one class or the other we had to write about what we like most about our collage. I wrote that the thing I liked the most is that people are very chilled out here. There are no riots, protests people worried about this or that. Everyone here is just very relaxed and not worried about things. I was talking to a dear freind of mine at UF and she was saying about how people were all up and arms down there because of what happened on Sept 11th. People were calling her a fucking pacifist and there were all sorts of demostrations and what not. Here none of that happened, we watched the news for half of the day and movies for the other half. After that it pretty much shifted into background statric. It's not like that anywhere else it's just very peaceful here. It's good for my mood.

Alright 5 rants about collage...I think that's more that enoough don't you it's time to move onwards and inwards to new diffrent and more important topics.

For reasons that are know by everyone who needs to know them I have started wearing two collars. One that looks like a puppie dogs choke chain and the other one is a black leather with little metal circle thingy like things. I dunno. Well now I didn't really think very much about them I mean they are only collars lots of people wear them. Well I got here at collage and because of them people thought I was scary. Literaly people were intimitated by me, and when I asked them about it they said it was because of the facial hair and the collars. I was amazed I never pictured myself as intimitateing in any way shape or form. Of course now that people have gotten to know me niether can they. I guess it's just that collars make a diffrence, who woulda thunk.

You know I've been meaning to write this rant for the longest time now but I've never really gotten around to it. This is funny because I bring it up in conversation all the time with people and it's something that I find facinateing. Whatever lets get stuck into it shall we? We have a built in ratio to every dollar we have on ourselves at any one time. The ratio is that out of every dollar we are going to spend 88 cents and save 11. So if you walk around with 100 bucks in your poket you will end up spending 88 dollars and save 11. When I was first told this I didn't beleive it, I mean how could it be true? So I took 100 bucks out of the bank went to the mall (of all places) and just started buying things on a whim by the end of the day I had around 11 dollars left. The funny thing is that I held onto that 11 dollars for quite some time. I make careful purchaseing destions and thouse 11 bucks manged to get me through almost half a month. Just a fun little fact.