6 feet under the stars

I really want to blog. Something beautiful. But I'm not too great with being a fag, you know? So I guess I'll blog what I blog best - pointless shit!

I want to do something. Go somewhere. Speak to someone. I dunno, I really wanna lay under the stars. Maybe drink a few beers. Talk, not a lot though, just a little bit. Sometimes silence is better than words. I might start going for nightwalks. I mean, it'd be nice if people lived close enough so that I could be spontaneous, but I guess I'll have to walk alone. Sad that people are gonna move so many more miles away so soon. I'm not really that sad, but I'm kind of upset at the thought that I meeting some of my closest friends will be something to look forward to, not just business as usual.

Maybe I will bleach my hair again, although maybe that would look terrible.

My life is full of maybe's. Well you know what? It ends here. Definatly. I have no idea how I can back that up, but there. I will do something, something daring. I'm just not sure what that thing is yet.

I am quite lost on what to blog about, I kinda said everything worrying me in my last blog, so I'm afraid its back to my old pointless blogs that I write just for the fun of writing blogs.

Crumbs in the bed is horrible.

Well, hope you didn't entirely hate this blog. Not exactly as meaningful as the last one but never mind!


I need a new sign-off phrase, how about:

keep it nerdy..?
that was terrible, maybe I'll work on that...

Jay