chibianiel

here i am yet again writing in here...i have no clue why but i am....basically trying to keep myself occupied until i "have" to head on home.....mainly because my little brother's being a gigantic brat and a prick towards my mother so I'm gonna do things my way until she comes home and he's fuming in his room....I think it's because he's like 5 foot something and i'm only 5 feet tall and i can still take him down...can't hit him or bust skin...but simply restrain him from being able to move....hehe

I guess that's what happens when you mix a short college sophmore and a hell of a lot caffeine!.*.*;;;.......I also think that's why my friends tend to get a few cases of soda or sobe or some sort of caffeinated drink.... I find it funny ...although it does nothing for me when i wake up the next morning and couldn't remember anything about the night before.....and then i pick up my camera....and that's when the holiest-of-all massacres starts.....because the  i see what they put me through the night before....like when they took me out to a place jsut outside town called the OZONE....it's just an abandoned bridge (that you're not supposed to be at period...probably y the cops regualarly passed by) and a cemtetery....well...i looked through those photos and they let me fall asleep under the pavilion where they do the whole memorial ceremony for the dead people and my friends' fiancee was flippin' taking photos of me while she was freaking me out...and apparently i woke up and ran like hell and hid behind a headstone on the other side of the cemtery and they spent about a good hour-and-a-half looking for me...especially since i got bored and shot up a nearby tree.....but i did end up getting some good pics of little candles and flowers set up in front of some of the headstones as a remembrance for those kids....

ok.......i'm gonna stop now....talk cheap right now......bye-bye!