tE QuiErO

Doctors are bastards. I want to be a doctor. Should I be rethinking some things? I don't know, prolly not. I have enough on my plate right now. Ironic that i can't eat? hmm, chew on that. Well, doctor, doesn't know what's wrong with me. Asked me like ten times if i had fallen and just had it slip my mind. yes, i have a concussion too, ask me again why i can't remember. PONG! If i had remembered that I had fallen i don't think i would come to you to ask me why my back hurts. He said it was prolly the muscle being overworked and that i need to take it easy. Sorry fellas. Guess you know what that means... The upside of this story is that now i have a new best friend. His name is Mr. V. Unfortuanately i am not allowed to take him at work or anyother place that i will have to drive away from. Guess that means I'll just stick it out with advil even though it is almost completely worthless. Is it stupid that I write on this blog to remember my thoughts just as they were so that i can look back at them later. Or that i have an oppinion on here to see if in oh say five years i still feel the same way? But yet i censor what it is that i am going to talk about so that the other people who read this aren't offended or feel akward? That's shit. I wish that I had the courage to write out exactly what is on my mind. All i see to come up with are random segments of a story that even i have a hard time putting together. How am i supposed to remember anything if i keep having to leave names out and put it all in a hypothetical code? I won't. I'll forget most of it. And will that really be better? At least i will have the mental pictures and small home movie type expiriences that I play over and over in my head. If i live to be 70, I pray that i will be able to remember the things that have happend to me now and i can smile back on them with no regrets. I know i will, just have to make it to 70. "Quiero a un chico. Un chico americano, la mamá." "Chicos americanos hacen sólo rompe el corazón." "Quiero a un chico americano, el papá." "Chicos americanos, ellos hacen sólo rompe el corazón." "Quiero a un chico americano, la hermana." "Chicos americanos hacen sólo rompe el corazón." "Yo le quiero chico americano." "Te quiero, yo nunca romperé el corazón." ¿Cree usted que las personas que son suponen saberle el mejor, o le hace escucha el corazón? That sounds better in spanish than it does in english, trust me. So tonight was another adventure to steak n' shake. We go there an awfull lot. I deserve a name badge. I should just be able to bus my own table and not pay for my coffee. Next time i should just bring in my own cup and pour some coffee. Sit down and not ask for anything. See if they notice. Well now my back is in excruciating pain and ... yea.. ow. So I think this is where i am gonna leave you for tonight. I'll try and work on that writing what i actually mean to say thing. Let everyone else go to hell. That will never happen. Who is your favorite fictional character? God. OOoooh. that kurt, he's prolly going to hell. But if go is like i think he is, he'll just think that's hilarious and save him a seat watching all the priests work their asses off. I should have gone home with ian.