For all the times...

I've came off course, you have always served as a compass.

Steady. Forgiving.

Its like Clay Aiken gave birth to Clay Aiken.

peace, love, and the painful realization that there are three more languages who can ignore my blog.

I bet myspace sucks without me

Its been 21 days since I last checked my myspace account, or so I have been told. I despise things like "ranking friends" or lame bulletins. No one cares what is sitting on your computer desk, or who is number 6 on your cell phone's speed dial. For that matter, no one really wants to see 500 pictures of anyone. Unless its Katherine Heigl. But I'll be the first to admit I don't always put things to words like I want to. But occasionally I stumble across people who do.

An excerpt from Matt Thiessen's (of Relient K fame) blog.

"Since I know that you myspace ladies are the only ones reading this blog right now (save Schneck), I'll take this opportunity to say hello. Thank you all for being so nice and writing me all the time. Its really flattering. I'm sorry that I don't respond. I don't really like myspace, and I primarily use it to keep up with friends that I had BEFORE myspace. Also, I don't know why you guys write me so much, but as an older (and perhaps wiser) human being, allow me to bestow upon you a wee bit of advice. Cherish these days of being young and free. Instead of writing me and being on the internet so much, do something productive. When I was in high school, I had a job, and when I wasn't working, I was teaching myself how to play the guitar."

ahh perfect, thank you Matt.

In other news Race the Sun is reuniting and the world is a better place for it. Now if only Blink...

peace, love and, internet relationships.

Sorry Dudes, My Bad...

Its January 14th and I have already broken every New Years resolution I set.

Ohh well.

In other blog news, I have decided its time to rename this thing. No more "Whats a Bond..." As much as I love Saves the Day, I want something so funny it makes you pee your pants everytime you visit. Too bad that since only three people know about this, its just futile.

peace, love, and depressing realizations that one single new day on a calendar can not change you as a person as much as you would like it to.