With Regards To Randomness

Nothing really to write, just had to put something up. I haven't unpacked since I've gotten back to Nebraska, just can't bring myself to do it knowing that I'll be packing again this weekend. I have to remember to go to Life Support tomorrow to pick up my chem gear. I also need to remember to go to the tailor to pick up my flight suits on Friday. Psychobilly Freakout is one of the hardest songs on Guitar Hero II to beat. I actually got so mad that I turned off the game. If that guitar wasn't so expensive, Id've gone rock star on it. I like punk covers of songs. I have too many time wasting habits. I need a degree. Colin Hay is an awesome artist. Scrubs was the best show on television, but recently it's become more of a soap opera. I need another vacation....and more money. I really don't care that Blogger now saves my drafts automatically. If I had a dime for every time that somebody told me that there was a singer with my name, I'd have a couple of dollars. But, if I had a dime for every time that somebody said "if I had a dime..." I'd be rich. I'd be rich with dimes though. What can you do with dimes? You can't play quarters, it's against the rules. Buy bags? Stop on them? Mourn the loss of that guy from Pantera? Not much really. What ever happened to the Spin Doctors? Goodnight.