Feburary 29, 2008: I never talk to myself, I merely talk to the world.
Hey, disciples of Kingwerewolf-ism, I'm back to preach my gibberish! First topic: Sleep. I have always wanted to be an insomniac. I believe I'd prefer it to be for two weeks. I have always seem to do my best work at later hours versus early. Now, once I'm through with the insomniac thing, I want to get into a coma for an equal amount of time. Imagine how rested you'd be! Plus, I've always wondered what'd be like, and if and what I'd dream.
I love the smell of coffee. Absolutely love it. I hate the taste, but the smell is amazing. What this world needs is something that can extract the smell of coffee, then uses the left over beans to fuel... things... such as... a Jeep.
I think I may want a Jeep. I'm not certain on that fact, because I've never tried one out. I here they topple easy.
Rock may never truly die.
I've been considering teaching English and creative writing. Alternatively, I've considered going into animation. I'd write the script, draw the characters, and do a few of the voices. I'd use a computer, plus a... well... sprite sheet to build the characters.
All in all, these occupations are to keep me alive, in a an apartment with my ferret until I am on New York Time's Top seller's list for fiction.
Reading's a fine past time if you have a good book.
I fear death, my future, gangsters, deep waters, and, oddly, small, high, swinging places with no way out. I've only been on one ferris wheel in my life, and I snapped, becoming unfeasibly fearful.
We Americans should call it football, not soccer.
Tales of Symphonia 2. Pure, undiluted, w00t.
Would I be a good father? I'm not certain.
At 12:39, I am finished. Now, I'm either going to bed or going to continue watching Gilmore Girls.