and then...

i realized that i had gone a day without posting anything. because this has almost become a daily journal for me, i figured i'd write about my day like i did in my journals when i was in elementary school.

today i woke up. and then i read for a while. and then i took a shower. and then i got dressed. and then i went to work. work was mostly boring. and then i came home for my lunch, but i wasn't hungry so i didn't eat. and then i went back to work. and then i hung out with jesica. and then it was late so i went to bed.

that seemed rather boring. might as well spice it up a bit and make it more exciting.

today i woke up because someone was knocking at the door. so i answered the door and it was chuck palahniuk and johnny depp. and they asked me if they could use my bathroom. and after they were done, we sat and talked about fight club and charlie and the chocolate factory and wittgenstein. and then they had to go. and then i took a shower with natalie portman. and then i went to work. at work, some guy with a machine gun tried to rob the store, but i used my ninja skills and chopped his gun in half with a flying kick. and then i knocked his head off with a punch. and then everyone was safe and called me their hero. and then i went home to lunch and ate a whole cheese pizza all by myself. and then i went back to work where five different old guys said "f*ck you" to me. and then i partied all night long. and then i wrote this.

however, while this was more than exciting, this post seemed a little creepy and (believe it or not) dishonest. so i thought i'd write as if this was a diary.

dear diary,
i'm not sure what [ . . ... . . . . .. . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . edited . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . .. .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. .. . . . . . . . . . . . . .. .. . . . . . . . . . . . . .. .. . . . . . . .. . . . .. ... .. . . .. . . . .. . .. . . . . . .] like crap.

while honest, it was probably a little too dramatic and i feel that some thoughts need not be put on public display. so i thought i'd try my hand at writing scripture.

1. and it came to pass that i woke up and verily,verily it was already light outside.
2. and it came to pass that i read the words of some books and after reading the words of some books i tooketh a shower and having thus taketh a shower, i was clean. yea, i was cleansed by the soap and the water.
3. and it came to pass that after being cleansed by the soap and the water, i girded my loins with the armor of compusa and droveth to work.
4. and verily, verily i say unto you that man hath no charity unto those who worketh at compusa.
5. and thus having spent my day working, i returned unto my home and hangeth outith with my friend.
6. and it came to pass that i did sleep.

mormon did a much
better job. i'm japanese.
here is a haiku.

i woke up today.
and then i went to my work.
cannot wait for school.

can't really say much with just seventeen syllables. here's another stab at poetry.

another day.
much like the last, but
with slight differences.
a seemingly endless cycle
of cycles
of cycles.

ok, that sucked. i really wish i could write poetry, but when all you really know is shel silverstein, it doesn't give you much of a background. there are a dozen more ways to write about my day, but like me, you are probably already bored with it. today will most likely be a repeat of yesterday. that seemingly cyclical life. however, got some fun planned for saturday. so it's not all that repetitive. of course that may all just be a part of a larger cycle.
oh well.