No one reads this anymore, so I don't have to be secretive at all like myspace, but I'm so in the habit, I have to a little bit.  here goes.

I really like Her.  I think She likes me back even if she can't admit it.  She's still techically dating that fraction of a man who I would gladly punch without a second's hesitation. I don't really know why she thinks he will change. I'm afraid that nothing will ever come to fruition.  That it will just end up as this awkward unspoken thing because neither of us can bring ourselves to say anything.  I know I won't be able to.  The stakes are too high. I don't want this to be another Kelsey.  That's the last thing I want.  I don't know why God would be rewarding me.  Maybe this is just another one of those few times being the good guy they all talk about actually pays off.  I don't think girls really want the good guy that much.  I think they say it to get their moms off their back.

Who else thinks I'm a cynic?

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We will wear compasion.

We will wear it...

at the gates of Hell.

And stand against Hell.

Oh yeah, by the way...

I Freakin' Graduated.

I'm just as surprised as you.

I hate Aladdin.

I hate Switchfoot.

I hate my parking spot at school.

I hate the long way home.

I hate Seaworld.

I hate the sound of a tenor sax.

I hate Cinderella.

I hate Twister.

I hate Texas.

I hate shooting stars.