Again, if you are the praying type, continue to pray please. A whole heck of a lot.

I might not be blogging much the next few days. Please excuse my hiatus.

Hey, if you're the praying type, do me a favor and pray for my friend Geoff's health please.

Thanks.

Imagine a post where I put up a picture of the house.

Now imagine that I did it through geocities.

Now use your common sense as to why there isn't a post anymore.

Anyone get the reference? Yes, no?

Ok. Anyway, I got a house! Pics to come, I hope.

Thanks to The Dane for the 18X4! May I have a little server space to upload a few pictures?

I just want everyone to know something.

I rule.

I don't really rule anything in particular. Just a statement. Thought you should know.

If you guys want to rule with me, go ahead and let me know. I'll make you co-rulers, or duke, or something.

Also, what kind of girl scout cookies are your favorite?

"I don't want any man-on-man-on-man three-ways on my couch. The coffee table, sure; but not the couch."

So, it just NOW dawned on me that it's CAMELS that spit. Not llamas. So this "the llama spat at ___" business really doesn't make any sense.

I don't know how I missed it, but Big Poppa Chuck was never on my links!! Chuckster, I am sorry!

So, make sure you drop by... Tell him the Llama sent you! Although, he's not going to give you any special deal for that. And if you do tell him that I sent you, be on your best behavior.

Ok, on second thought, don't let him know that your visiting him is in any way affiliated with me. I just don't trust you.

But do go.

I am. I want. Or do I?

I am having an antsy day today. I am filled with the want for more today. I am in at the complete opposite end of the spectrum from nirvana. I am wishing that I knew what I wanted out of life. I am curious as to what I should be doing at this juncture of my life.

I want to get started on my life, but at the same time, I am so scared to do that.

I mean, yeah, it would be great to start finding it all right now. I want it. I want to find my job, or at least what my job will be so I can start down the path. I want to find the girl. I want to find my house. I want to find my niche. But at the same time, I am afraid to start actually growing up.

Why do I feel so unsatisfied today? I always have these thoughts floating around in my mind, but today they seem to be even more present than usual. Hmm.

Clever title here.

I really love the rain so much. It hasn't rained here in so long, but in the past few days it has been so rainy and cloudy and beautiful. *sigh* I love the rain.

Why are there so many songs about rainbows?

Ya know, I just don't dig it.

It, in case you were curious, is gift giving due to holiday. Yes, this was brought on by tomorrow's see-through "Day of Love." I just don't buy it. When I give someone a gift because of a holiday, I feel like I should write in the attached card, "Here, everyone else is giving someone something, so I might as well give you something to. There weren't any positive feelings behind this gift. Just negative ones, like stress, anger, and confusion."

Why can't we just give the gift of attention and celebration on holidays? I would MUCH rather have a phone call or visit with someone on or around my birthday than I would a sweater that I will never wear. Now, I have to take the sweater back to Sears, and see that I am only worth $4.67 because you thought of me when you saw the word CLEARANCE.

I don't know. It just seems a little absurd. I say, when you see a cool trinket randomly at a fair, get it for me and say "Here, this is because you're my friend and it made me think of you!" Then, on my birthday, say "Hey, I don't have anything for you. But you were born, and isn't THAT pretty damn cool?"

I dunno. Just slow down on the craptacular gifts, that's all I am saying.

15 hours

I slept a LOT last night. I had nothing to do today, so I woke up at 3:30pm. Not because I felt like it, but because I just didn't wake up, and I had nothing better to do.

Ok, I had things I COULD have been doing, but nothing was scheduled.

Stories coming soon, I promise. I just have told them so many times that I can't even begin to type them right now. Ya know? When you tell a story too many times it just gets boring to tell for yourself, so you start skipping things. But soon.

And just for future reference, I have my internet back.

You're doomed.

Strategery. I think that says it all.

Look, I have tried to avoid mentioning anything political, but it's come down to the moment where I must bring it to you in a small lump.

First off, some of my european friends were asking me "Why do you love Bush so much?" I tried to explain to him that I really don't. We don't like the way he's running things so much, and we're getting just as nervous about him as we are Osama and Saddam. "Then why did you vote for him?"

It's really hard to explain that even though you live in a "democracy" and over half the nation voted for Gore, some for Bush, and some for the other guy (whatever his name may be),Bush still is president.

"This is not a democracy then." Yeah, Stefan, I know. It's a mask that they've thrown on.

And today, while I was sitting in one of those old lady hair dryer things at the hair place, I read a european magazine. In an interview with someone, it said "Tell us a joke."

The interviewee said "George W. Bush"

That's all, I do believe. I don't like arguing about politics, and I don't really even discuss them. But I had to just say that much. Cool cool.

I'm a cucumber.
Well folks, good (drip...drip...*sarcasm*) ol' AOL is at it again! I can't get online from my house, so blog posts are few and far between. But worry not my minions, for I will be resolving the crisis very soon, I assure you.

I got my hair done today. I'll post pictures once I get ahold of The Dane and find out how to upload such biznass. Ok folks, I'm out like Stanley Kubrick.

It's coming...

Oh crap, it's HERE! Thanks Seth for doing the site for me, I way dig it!

In other news...

Let me tell you that things have been... exciting around here. I have stoooooRIES to tell. Anyhow I have got to go. I'll talk to you all later.

Adios, my llama lovin' amigos!

FancyLlama: Sethopher!
The Dane: yodel yodel
The Dane: sup cat?
FancyLlama: jus chillin dog
FancyLlama: I was the yin to your tang there, eh?
The Dane: Good stuff there. I'm into that
The Dane: Tang is what astronauts drink
FancyLlama: Wow, I didn't even see that.
FancyLlama: I of course meant yang. But tin to your tang woulda been kinda funny.
FancyLlama: So, 5683?
The Dane: At least you can drink tang out of a tin
FancyLlama: Sure can.
The Dane: guess. my other names have included Gangster of 5683 and The 5683 Bandit
The Dane: p.s. you can use a phone to help with your guessing
FancyLlama: ahhhh
FancyLlama: The Dane of Knud
The Dane: Close
FancyLlama: I got it. Don't worry.
FancyLlama: Unless it isn't Love. Then I didn't get it.
The Dane: It's Jove
The Dane: :-P
FancyLlama: Oh. I thought "Hmm. Jove. Neah."
FancyLlama: Wow, I feel sheepish.
FancyLlama: Bah.
The Dane: Bah
The Dane: Okay, you got me. It's love.
FancyLlama: I'm in a total mind haze now.
FancyLlama: Is it Jove or Love?
FancyLlama: Are you the all about the love, or all about the Jupiter?
The Dane:
L is for the way you look at me
O is for the Only one I see
V is very very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore
FancyLlama: The way I look at you? I have only seen pictures of you on the net. And you can't see me. Unless....
FancyLlama: You aren't really a spy, are you?
The Dane: Uhm.
FancyLlama: If saying yes means you have to kill me, then don't say yes.
FancyLlama: Say goober. Or something.
The Dane: Quanfudd
FancyLlama: You know, if you rearrange the letters in quanfudd...
FancyLlama: You get nafqudud
The Dane: Crap! You've found me out
FancyLlama: hahaha
FancyLlama: Speaking of finding you out...
FancyLlama: I really don't know where I was going.
FancyLlama: Jett thinks you and I should start a bluegrass band.
The Dane: Why would she think that?
The Dane: She knows I can only do vocals right?
FancyLlama: She's kinda loopy.
FancyLlama: Hmm. I can play the saxophone. But that's not very bluegrassy.
FancyLlama: She says our hit title would be "Tang From A Tin"
FancyLlama: I told her she's crazy. But then she begged me to try to convince you.
FancyLlama: She said she just wants to see you dressed up as a cowboy.
The Dane: Dude! You're letting our hits slip into the greasy paws oof the masses already?!?
FancyLlama: I told her she's weird.
The Dane: She's a pervert
FancyLlama: NO!! She's been monitoring my computer!
FancyLlama: She read the IM herself
The Dane: No no. She really is a pervert
FancyLlama: She's getting violent.
The Dane: That's typical. Just wait til she demands you run around in stiletto heels wearing nothing but vinyl shorts with the butts cut out while she throws kraft cheese single at you.

That Jett. What a sicko.

Jett's a pervert.

Today was a busy day. It was also the first day in a long time that I began my day at 4 in the morning.

My friend of thirteen years left for his mission this morning. He's going to Romania, and he'll be back in roughly two years. It is so strange to me right now. Even though I hadn't seen him in about 3 weeks, and another 4 weeks before that, I still feel like he is missng, after his departure about 15 hours ago. In this past year, he and I have grown apart. It kills me to type that. I really get a knot in my throat and my stomach starts acting like a hyperactive child the day after Halloween.

I have been friends with Matt since first grade, although our friendship didn't really start to develop untill about fifth grade. We would talk at school sometimes, say hi in the hallways, play tag on the playground, and play football at lunch on occasion. But one day, in fifth grade, a few kids were getting together, and Matt and Doug came over to play too, and Jacob and Jeremy said they wouldn't play with Matt and Doug because they were Mormon. I couldn't begin to comprehend, at that point or now, why that would have anything to with why they couldn't play tag with us. Why should that be a basis for friendship? To this day, I get so frustrated thinking about it.

Matt and Doug and I played on he playground for the rest of recess, and thus began Matt and my true friendship. We were the two kids on TV. The two boys who hung out all the time, rode bikes when it was 113 degrees out, built forts and explored the desert. We, of course, would discuss many things while on our excursions, from video games, to being grounded by our moms.

Years passing by would split us up as we went to different high schools, got interested in different activities, had different schedules. But I could always count on Matt to be the greatest friend that a guy could ask for. He would drop anything he was doing, break any rule (and sometimes laws of nature) just to help me out or be there for me. This is the guy I matured with, laughed with, cried with, and almost died with. We were an inseperable team. Everyone knew that if one of us was up to something, the other was backing him up.

After two years, I transfered schools and ended up back with Matt again, and we graduated together, after being leads in the musicals, drum majors of the band, and any other combination where fate would put us side by side. But after graduation, things started to fade a little... We both had jobs, girlfriends, and paths that we needed to walk. We stayed in touch, and hung out every so often, but things weren't the same anymore.

Looking back on the past year, I am kicking myself repeatedly for letting this friendship wither. Never have I had a friend that looked out for me so much. I knew he was going on his mission. I kept telling myself that I had to make plans with him before it was too late. I kept on saying "tomorrow, I'll call", or "thursday we'll hang out." I kept putting it off.

Last night I messaged Matt, and he told me that he'd be leaving the next morning at about 5am. I felt, and still feel, like the biggest jerk on the planet for not hanging out with him. I kept procrastinating and waiting, thinking I had more time than I really did. This morning I met him at his house at 4, to spend the last hour with him that I will for a few years. We exchanged stories of the past month, made jokes, and discussed life in general while I watched him finish his packing, eat some breakfast, and comb his hair. I miss the days that we would hang for hours with nothing to do. I miss riding around the streets at temperatures which could have very well cooked us alive. I miss staying up till 2 in the morning playing computer games with him, or walking through the deserts with no purpose, or playing all kinds of music with him.

I let the greatest friendship I have ever had just fade away... and now I haven't got the chance to get it back for two years. Yeah, I know he's coming back. But right now I just can't get over the fact that I couldn't find one afternoon for the guy who snuck out and rode his bike about 25 miles freshman year just to support me for an audition that he couldn't see. Who got grounded for doing me favors that I didn't really need. Who time after time dropped everything he had planned just to help me out.

I'm sorry Matt. I really am. When you get back, I owe you everything.

I think one of the coolest cats I know is a cat I don't know. No, I am not talking about Garfield. I'm talking about Johnny T. If you haven't been there (and I hope you have) you had better go check it out. He's one funny guy, I'll tell ya.

He's one funny guy.

There it is. I told ya. Anyway, I just really dig his sense of humor. And I am not saying all my other links are pathetic, I am just feeling the need to express my sincere appreciation of good ol' Johnny T. What a funny guy.

It's coming...

Today I set my alarm for 9:00, because I had an appointment and if I don't set my alarm I get up at like 11:00 or noon. Well, at about noon, I woke up and started freaking out.

I hate when I set my alarm for PM.

So I went to the driving range. Lemme tell ya, I didn't think it was as hard as it is. And I am sore. Is that bad? Anyway, I really enjoyed it. I think I am becoming a geezer.