"'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room,

just nervous pacers bracing for bad news." This is quite possibly one of the saddest songs in the entire world, but it's very good and very right-on, and I'd rather people hear it than not. I really like things that put you in perspective. Songs, programs, books, life. It's nice, to be put into perspective. To get a new view on things. Or not necessarily new, but refreshed.

I liked your Kanye reference, by the way. Liked it a lot. Yes, I'll go with you. I've been to the U.S. Space & Rocket Center. It was quite possibly my favorite place ever. I haven't thought about it in forever. I used to really want to be an astronaut. That was my dream in elementary school. More like I wanted to find aliens. Really, I don't understand. I'm absolutely terrified of them but I love finding out about them and oh, golly, it's just crazy. Yes, we can eat space food and go to Mars. Let's start building our spaceship.

We shall VLOG it up. Also, I think our joint post would have been genius if the keyboard wouldn't have mysteriously unplugged. I am going to write my english paper tonight. Although we don't have a printer and no one can edit it for me. I'll find a way. I always do. I don't always just doddle elephants. I've become quite the expert at cubes and flowers, too. Back off on my elephants. I am so bad at focusing. My mind is too all over the place, all the time. Actually, not all the time.

But we are all gradually exploding. I suppose that's what "losing it" is. Finally exploding.

You have nice hair. It's quite possibly the flippiest, softest hair in the entire universe and both of those adjectives are positive when it comes to hair. Don't do anything drastic to your hair. That would be devistating.

I don't remember what was to be discussed later. More than likely it has been because I wsa with you for 56 (*) hours since that was written. Hollah.

I don't expect people to take my advice. I said that. Moreso, take yourself in consideration. Do you ever take people's advice? Well, when someone tells me to do something, I more often do it than not, because we both know how good I am at standing up for myself. I can be defiant for a week or so, but to me it just makes me sad and I feel bad even it's something I truly believe in so I just give in and try to believe whatever I'm being told this time, and just hold on to the hope that things will be different later on.

I think it's impossible to listen to anyone completely. Life gets too much in the way of that, so even if you did, you wouldn't be able to do it consistently.

I want to ride my bike right now. Too bad it's -894 degrees outside. Really, too bad. That's also one of my goals this spring/summer. Get out in my bike more, even if I do have my liscense. Riding bikes is much better. We should go to Brown County with our bikss. PLAN! WHEN WE GO CAMPING WE WILL BRING OUR BIKES! Yes. Check and mate.

That will be so crazy. You driving. No push, Auds. But, you do have to get your driver's liscense to drve a Vespa around.

Something has happened ot me. I'm looking up colleges, I'm planning out things... I don't know what the deal is. Maybe I'm scared because I only have two years untill I hit college and I'm not prepared at all (or am I?) and I've got all these questions and I feel like getting answers now and I know what I need to do and ah, it's just crazy. I need to get on track. I will? I am? Agh. My own hypocrisy kills me. Oh, I have questions on a couple of math problems too.

I think I am in the spring cleaning mood. I need to do so also. I shall remind you, you shall remind me. Ready, break!

I;m excited for your newspaper article. I'm excited for the Invisible Children meeting Monday.

It's so hard to judge on what's selfish or what's needed on some circumstances. Gah. Just what to do in general sometimes is so hard to judge.

I think selling your soul can be figuratively possible. I think you can do it without meaning too. I also think you can get it back, kind of like redemption through suffering.

I have to sketch. I have to paint. I have to get my work done. I have to clean. I have to schedule meetings and do research, but hey, I've picked out a 20% project topic. UFO'S! I've already got a book on it. There are plenty more where it came from. I am good to go. I also have surprises to work on. Yeah, yeah, yeah!

I'm listening to Mahler's Symphony No. 9 and it's very uplifting. I love classical music. I miss the symphony in the park. I can't wait untill that starts up again.

I can't wait for your sunflower garden. It's going to be awesome. I'm going to look into volunteer opportunities, maybe do something at the children's museum or something. I really hope I hear about this IMA thing soon. It's so frustrating. But, I just found something very interesting...

I hope you rmom is alright. I wanted to talk to her but you hung up when I thought you were giving the phone to your mom? Maybe I was wrong? Who knows. I'm emailing people about volunteer opportunities. I'm pretty excited about some of them.

I got another talk about getting my own car today. I just want better gas mileage. Anything, I'm cool. Really, I'd like a station wagon, but I'm not a chooser.

(I had meant to say chocolate chips... I realized that after I posted it but I just didn't do anything about it...Why do I admit I've memorized how you like your food?)

"You never fight for it, still." said the Ticketmaster, kind of expectant in a hug from the Ragpicker. The Ragpicker turned quickly around and grabbed the Ticketmaster in a very tight hug and responded with a "Well, what can I say?" The Ticketmaster smiled and they walked to her double-seated bike because the movie theatre was all the way on the Westside of the city and there was no way they could walk there, despite all the walking they had done. They got to the bicycle that was chained to a stake that you could tell a sign used to sit atop. "Did you steal this one?" inquired the Ragpicker, half-jokingly. The Ticketmaster smiled secretly and wouldn't tell. Maybe, once again, the Ragpicker was right on. "I can't believe you got a double-seated bike. Why would you have this?" the Ragpicker went on. The Ticketmaster was still smiling but at the question it kind of faded and the Ticketmaster obviously had a reason but got really embarrassed so she looked at her feet and sort of mumbled under her breath. "No MUMBLING," the Ragpicker smiled, remembering that was the Ticketmaster's favorite part in Willy Wonka.

Well, that was longer than planned.

I do love Lucy. So, sue me.

I'm listening to party shuffle. I'm in a good mood, despite the day from 3:30-4:30 was quite off, but I'm not going to object anymore. Maybe they're right.

I shall be calling you about those math problems, unless you call me beforehand.

You know I can tell the difference between "baby" and "Abby." Also, you have begun to call me "baby" more and more. Or, atleast the equals, like "sweetie" and such. Don't even deny it. It's nice. It's better than freak, that's for sure.

People sure have become quite honest in their sleep. Weird, since some people used to never talk, and now they have struck up quite the habit. It sure does make other people smile though.