I am Jack's cold sweat.

Wow. Busy, busy day. One of those stressful, rewarding days: tests, construction, walking, waiting, guy bumps into you, "Oh, hey sorry-" he continues without pause. Step, step, step, step, stop. Sit. Gather required materials for the day. Hey what are we doing? I don't know. Enough sedative to lay a rhino to rest. Pack your things and prepare for departure. Ringing, shuffling, shouting, numbing... grinning, hugging, talking, laugh-- ringing again. Goodbyes are too soon, but hellos come sooner.
Hallow!... Wait where's -censored-? Drama- Oh yea. Slight disappointment... over. It's sit and stare time. Rummage through your stuff. Pull out something. Slight grin. All too interested in everything again. You were staring at something but that has moved. Now, nothing's there but that's all it takes to hold your interest. Shake head awake. Click, click, click, high score. Okay, I'm done with this now. What's this? Oh yea, I remember that. Yea I'm playing it again. I flew to Uranus once. Ringing, shuffling, shouting, numbing... grinning, hugging, talking, laugh-- ringing again.
Squish, squish, squish, squish. Should I, or shouldn't I? No, you shouldn't. Whatever. Casual Friday. But they canceled that two weeks ago. And it's Wednesday. Turn left two whole turns, then right to first number. Turn left, pass first number once to second number. Go directly to third number. Click. Feed something that's already full. Squish, squish, squish, squeak, squeak, squeak. Stop. Sit. Is he looking? Cover me. Cell phone clicking thunders. Okay, you can move now. Participation. Dribble, dribble, shoot. Missed. Catch, shoot, miss, catch, shoot, hit, pass. Please return the equipment to their designated containers. Running. Click. Shut door. Ringing, shuffling, shouting, numbing... grinning, hugging, talking.
Laughing and dancing and spinning in the rain. I am six years old again. Oh, quit it you guys, so immature, I'm gonna laugh if you guys all got sick- Good. I'd laugh if you cared at all. Hiss, stare back, shuffles away. Ringing. Goodbyes are too soon, but hellos come sooner.
Squish, squish, squish, slouch in your chair. Why are you guys drenched? Pause. It's raining? Shake your head dry. Work is given. Work done. Fiddle with, chew on, toss your writing utensil. Catch. Think, think, think, draw. It's a monster. Doo dee doo dee doo RAWR! Giggle and everyone's staring. Blush and again face forward. Ringing, shuffling, shouting, numbing... grinning, hugging, walking and talking. Quite nice, actually. Did you? I did! And? Yea! I told you so!
Settle down, settle down. Now, before we can get to the movie, we have to get through- Dig, dig, dig, aha! here we go.. It's a monster. Doo dee doo dee doo RAWR! AND IT EATED YOUR NOSE! Giggles. Well recieved. Shh, Listen!- gonna do them today but I decided I didn't want to. So be ready for everything on monday. Flip on the tele'. Mayella Ewell was beaten savagely by someone who led, almost exclusively, with his left. Tom Robinson now sits before you having taken the oath with the only good hand he posseses, his right- lowly, are you asleep? Shakes head. They didn't even show his hand, he just said it was crippled. Yea... On and on. Such and such. Boy cries, kids awe. Clicks off. That's all for today. Remember to finish the book by monday. It should be only about thirty pages so you should be fine. Ringing, running, laughing, dancing.
All I need is you to be fine. Suspended in a moment of fulfillment, we are twirling and singing and hoping and forgetting it all. They just don't see it. Soon, I am empty again.

I am Jack, hollow inside.

I am Jack's raging bile duct.

A bile duct is any of a number of long tube-like structures that carry bile.

Bile, required for the digestion of food, is excreted by the liver into passages that carry bile toward the hepatic duct, which joins with the cystic duct (carrying bile to and from the gallbladder) to form the common bile duct, which opens into the intestine.

The biliary tree (see below) is the whole network of various sized ducts branching through the liver.

The path is as follows: Bile canaliculi → Canals of Hering → interlobular bile ducts → intrahepatic bile ducts → left and right hepatic ducts merge to form → common hepatic duct exits liver and joins → cystic duct (from gall bladder) forming → common bile duct → joins with pancreatic duct → forming ampulla of Vater → enters duodenum

[source: www.wikipedia.com]

Though I don't think that's what The Narrator in Fight Club really meant.

So today, something really got me mad and it reminded me of this quote from the movie. Really, whenever I think of something interesting, the first thing I do is hop onto my computer and look it up on Wikipedia or Google, though I prefer Wiki because when I read the pages in my head I sound smart to myself.

I am Jack's inflamed ego.

waka waka waka

I just saw that Alyssa added Pacman to her blog!

Pacman and Galaga are two of my favorite arcade games. In fact, if I ever met a girl who was as passionate about the two as I am, I'd probably be all, "Burt wants to battle!" and she'd be like, "bring it on!" And the sun would rise and set until only one remained. And we would probably both cheat and get into a huge fight...

But it's not forever. But it's just tonight. Oh we're still the greatest. The greatest.

Kings of Leon - Sex on fire.
Just one of those sort of sexy songs that has a nice, rock sound. Of course, it's about sex but, what I really like about it is not only the descriptive language, but that the singer's voice truly personalizes it in a way that cannot be replicated. Also their sound is unlike any you hear today. The order of the song is pretty plain but what I mean is, well most bands either go really "heavy" or they try to be punk or whatever; They aim for predetermined genres of music instead of just playing music they like to play. I would embed the video but it's been "disabled by request"...

When I was young we used to play a game of hide and seek. Someone go hide and count to ten.

In To Kill a Mockingbird, Jem wants to be a lawyer; I think when I was his age I wanted to be an assassin. I asked my friend about this and he said that it was fine and that it was "a hell of a lot better than 'garbageman' (apparently, that was all he thought of when he was a child)." Then, we started fantasizing about, if we ever split apart after high school, how an assassin and a garbageman might end up crossing paths. Eventually we decided on this: I would end up working for China's military and he'd be taking out the garbage for the white house, obviously the peak of either proffesion. China would assign me to kill the president of the United States while, meanwhile, Evon is driving his daily truckload of garbage out to the nearby plant. I would lock my sights on Mr. Pres with my sniper rifle and instintcively take the shot but, just as I pull the trigger, his truck backs into the bullet's line of fire. He had left it in neutral without pulling the handbrake and it was on a slope. Frustrated at my error, I would have to move closer, as they surely would be closing in on me and I was NOT ready to just give up on this mission. I ditch my gear bringing only a pistol, ammo, and throwing knives as I board a sleek, invisible motorbike a la Die Another Day. The humiliation of missing my target still ringing in my ears, I'm too distracted and I nearly collide with Evon, but quickly recognising him, I powerslide to a halt and backtrack to say, "Hey! Dude it's been soooo long!"
"Burt? Woah, yea I didn't recognise you there in your kick-ass ninja gear!" [editors note: ha. ha.]
"So..... how's.. garbage?"
"Good, good. Pays great but still working nine to five you know?"
"Yea man, that's rough."
"How's the.. assassining?"
"Not so great, actually. Today, they had me all over friggin Europe. I don't even know how I'm still walking."
And then Evon had to walk to Chemistry and I had P.E. :[

I am the cause of, and the solution to, all of your problems.

You love me, and you hate that you love me. And you hate yourself and I hate myself. And you won't let me help or even look at you. With a monopoly over the space around you, attempts at reconciliation are quickly destroyed before they even start. Yet, you miss me. Or maybe, someone like me, only better. Better to you because, to you, I couldn't ever be them. You find solace in familiarity, things you know you know. And I was the unknown. What we had is what could not be simplified, no matter which way you looked at it. And you looked at it over and over, analyzing and reanalyzing. Until you saw nothing. Until you could not see anything. And at last, you had the answer to the problem: it isn't there.

I'm not a racist but-

-Queen Latifa kind of scares me.. I don't think I've ever liked her and can't even think of a movie with her just being a side-character that I liked. I don't know, does that make me a racist? Maybe I just don't like 'feel good' movies. After all, they always left me feeling bored, envious, or just generally sick. Actually I do like kids movies like Finding Nemo or Wall-E because they actually have jokes that lead to moments I would define as heartwarming. I wouldn't define Queen Latifa trying to ski down a mountain as heartwarming. It's like, "Hey I'm in this whacky situation. Watch me get hurt, then laugh at me." [insert bland story with obvious message]. "I've learned [movie's message] and I'm sorry." Oh yea, and don't forget, they all have to cry at some point. No 'feel good' movie is complete without a tear-jerking feel good moment. :D