So there we were. 4 grown men holding hands singing koom by ya, wiping tears from our eyes as we flush the toilet. Saying goodbye to two of our beloved friends. Flushed we unlock hands and look down, we realise the toilet’s overflowing and our beloved friends are back again …. could this be a sign, an omen that they don’t want to leave the living?Ok, so we didn’t sing koom by ya, we wern’t holding hands, the toilet didn’t overflow but I did have to flush two of my fish down the toilet to give them the proper toliet burial. What’s that you ask? Do I need really need to explain?So let me explain from the beginning, which was last night by the way, to the end to describe how a bad day turned exceptionally good, ok … not exceptionally but rather decent.Before we start I must take you back a month or two when I was moving my …

"Yea, why not" I replied as we were leaving the complex. On my usual walk to target my buddy asked if I wanted a ride. Sure I’m young and athletic, or at least would hope so, I needed the ride. Not that I needed it, but I just wasn’t in the mood to walk, well not there and back at least. I went and picked up some gel and that’s about it. It didn’t take me long and on my journey home I walked, I got to my usual thinking. I saw people driving by, and driving to target and me realise that when I get my Corvette I hope and pray that I would rather walk a short distance then drive it.It was such a gorgeous night. It helped too just getting out of a pretty warm pool and a chlorine rich hot tub. It was nice and though a usual ritual tonight was especially nice. I don’t know …

So it was a pretty dark, cool night. It was unusually calm, probably because most were at home sleeping. And there we were, just driving, me and my roomate jess. Just driving, talking and I kind of just froze. We were talking about what we’d do if we won a million dollars. What would we do, how’d we’d invest it and have a little fun. How we’d spread the wealth. I would spread the wealth I think.I got to thinking, I’d pay off all of my bills and then make my immediate families financial problems disappear. After that I would buy myself and my roomates all croch rockets and we’d go out and have a little fun. I’d probably go out to eat and pay for everybody at like TGIF or some other semi-decent place we like to go to occasionally. It would be fun, so much stuff could be done …Then we got to thinking about retirement and how …

Laughter is key. It’s life’s way of saying lighten up, relax, take some time and just unwind. It’s a good feeling. Have you ever laughed so hard your abs ached, you gasped for breathe and you start to cry? I have. Today in fact. One of the funniest comedians by dane cook. If you don’t have his cd I’d definetly advise that you go out and buy it, why are you reading? GO, BUY IT! Anywho, back to where I was. Laughter is so great and it’s an awesome form of medication. Anybody that just needs that extra umpf through his/her day, I’d definetly advise laughter. I think that’s why I can’t wait until I turn 21. Two words.Comedy Clubs.I can’t wait, I can’t go to any just yet but I can one day and I’m so exited an counting down the days so I can go. Just to be there, in a comical atmosphere, it’s soul purpose is …

So I must confess. I have a secret. Ok so it’s not as juicey as one might think but here it is …I’m a horrible foosball player. Yes I know, horrible. Well it’s not just me.You see me and my 3 other roomates hold foosball tournements complete with a foosball trophy for the champion to put in his room until the next tournament is decieded. Basically the tournment is only valid if all parties agree that it’s ok to have a tournment. So yea, the past 4 weeks, Jess one of my roomates I work with is undefeated. NOBODY can beat him! Grrrrr …Maybe I’ll post a picture of me whenever I win for once … who knows, we’ll see.So this song came on my launch.yahoo.com player by Maroon 5 called ‘She will be loved’. My heart, chest and all just sank. I just reminded me of everything that’s transpired with me over the past few years of my life …

Zombified. Is that a word? If it’s not, I hereby dub thee word Zombified a legal and legit word at least here at OzweegoVille, basically myself and my 10 faithful followers.It’s crazy since posting to OzweegoVille I’ve seen many people read one or two entries .. and then the floodgates open and the reading begins. That’s why all of my journal entries at least have one view. It’s crazy but very intresting. I’m just surprised how many people come to read my journal. My nothingness.I suppose this serves somesort of a purpose aside from an all natural sleep aid. Which, beileve it or not, I don’t actually need help going to sleep now. I’ve been getting a full 8+ hours a sleep a night and it wasn’t hard at all to get used of my new sleep cycle. In fact I embrace it, I get more sleep, I do more things in my day and I feel like I’ve accomplished …

"I just want to touch you girl, I want to feel you close to me, without your love I would give up now and walk away so easily … so maybe while were young we’ll figure out together, that even with the pain, there’s a remedy and we’ll be alright. I don’t want to live to see the day we say GoodBye."~Hootie & the BlowfishAs I’m sitting here, this song pops up randomly on my pretty extensive music collection. How odd that this song would come on, I thought I deleted it, many times. I suppose it didn’t, I suppose it’s there to serve as my life’s reminder.I just have to sit back and smurk. I realise now that I’m lonley. It’s times like these when I wish I could share my insight, my ideas, my thoughts, my dreams, my world with another. It’s times like these when I just kind of sulk in my chair and face life. I’m …