Damn. I feel bad now. =/ Why does this always happen to me? Bloody people. I do not want another "Robbie" situation. That was just...bad. Mostly because of me, but still. Everything seems to be because of me. But this time I refuse to let anything' of that sort happen. Stupid stupid emotions. Why can't for once a guy like me that I like back? lol. All this Irish blood and no luck. What's the deal? Maybe it is too diluted. Oh, what a load of bollocks. Dude, I man missing the eighties at eight! I suppose I will survive. Besides, I have my wonderful Rolling Stones. And who needs anything else when you have the Rolling Stones? I want to learn to play guitar so bad...and not just kind of learn, but learn it inside and out. I need to take lessons...and for those I need money, which requires that I have a job, that, unfortunately, I cannot get for lack of time. My Meghan is back. =) Yay! She was missed dearly. But I buried her in the pet semitary and she is back now. She's a little cranky, but what can you expect? I'd be feeling pretty rotten...literally speaking...if I had been buried in the ground. Just kidding. "I don't wanna be buried in a pet semitary..." I watched "Amistad" last night. Disturbing at first, but an awesome movie. I liked it a whole lot. Oh! We finished "The Dead Poets' Society" on Friday in English. I love that movie. It was so sad, but so good. Uh...no...I didn't get all choked up, not me, of course not. ::cough cough:: Okay, g'night m'fellow septics and non-septics. Time for me to bugger off. "...but only in their dreams that men could truly be free, 'twas always thus, and always thus will be."