Anyway... I went out with Aims last night, it was wicked fun! We took the minivan and headed down to Brewed. They didn't have raspberry smoothies, oh dear God! So, she had a lemon one, and I had a weird coffee-ish one. She hated her, because it was so sour! Lol So, shethrew it away in Target, which is where we went guy scouting after Brewed. LoL Boob called, and askd us what she was doing, then founf out I was there, and told her that "the only guy you should be looking for, is me, both of you!" LMAO. Wicked funny! After that tidbit of advice, we headed up to target, and bothered Alicia, who really was happy to see us, then checked out Mickey Mouse TV's and beanbag chairs. (Whoo Beanbag chairs!) After that, with an hour and half, we went over to Brennan's. As I was turning around in the circle a tthe end of his road, I'm looking in my rearview, and thinking, "Who is this jerk on my tail!?" hah.Big red truck, Craig's silhouette in the light... Down go the brakes... Check out the brakes on that truck! lmao So, I parked in my usual spot, and headed up the hill with Ally and Craig, and Aims.

I learned a few things I didn't really need to know, thank you Craig..., and had fun time talking to Sara and Brennan. She is really pretty. Like... really pretty.

LMAO... Minivans are good for something. Being undercover. I saw Joe on my way to Aims, and this kid, wicked funny, I wave at him, and the last thing I see of him, h's waving, but his mouth is kinda open, and he's looking confused. So, I drive up into Aims' driveway, and hop out, and she's like... Whoo! Minivan!!! LoL

Okay, now for the serious part. Yeah .. right, this is me speaking. Seriously, who gets serious?!

But really... no. Can't do it. I told you, I jsut vcan't seem to get serious these days. Life is such a fucking joke, all the time. And i know it's not, but it sure seems like it. Like a play that someone else is directing, the symphony roaring on, the actors frozen in place, the curtains sweeping closed, the finale due to come at any moment, before the second half goes on. And life goes on, Life goes on.

And that folks, is the best I can come up with, for how and what the hell I'm doing. Nothing...Just palying my part. I do beleive Shakespeare was right when he compared the world to a stage and we are all the players. Ever wonder if there is fate or a God? where did time come from? Like, what makes us go forward in time? Or, what makes us different from one another? Yeah, some smartasses will answer with the answer of... "Genetics!" And I'll answer them with... Okay, do you die when your body goies into the earth, or does it wander, or does it simply get reincarnated, or is there nothing simple about it and you can do anything? How does genetics explain the memories someone had, of a completely different past than their family? Now... repressed memories, brought down through genes are entirely possible, especially considering that 90%of our brain isn't used- that's a lot of storage space. What's the toehr 90% for? Ever wondered that? there are a lot of theories, but hoenslt,y I think maybe humans, as a group, aren't ready to find out what's up with the other 90%. maybe it'd harm us as a species? Whatever is it, knowledge of the past, ancient past, powers of telepathy, ESP, other things. Maybe humans couldn't handle the responsibility of being the masters of that 90%. Hell, what would we use it for? To destroy each other more effectively? How wonderful. Just wonderful. Ever wonder if there was another, advanced society before the dinosaurs, one that destroyed themselves just as it seems we might? But, scientists say, "the earth is too young to have had a great civilization before us." Egotistical snobs. WHo knows, is really the answer.

Okay... so maybe a bit serious? But... overall, not too bad of a morning, LoL