2, 3, and 4 in the A.M.

2:33am

Does anyone ever read this crap? I wonder.

I honestly don't know what to write. I mean, it's 2:33 in the school morning. I took my one exam (thank God for Senior privileges, or lack there of) already-

Oh look! Brian Whitfield is on AIM/Facebook right now! And he IMed me! And he tells me he honestly has absolutely no idea where my God of War is. The game he's been borrowing from me for almost 3 years, now. Little jerk... yeah, he's a college student, but he's still little to me. That's how far we go.

I never had lifelong friends. Dad being in the military, we've stayed in one spot after another for about 3-4 years each; 4 years in Puerto Rico, 3 years in Texas, and us here in Georgia the longest, at about 6 years. I think this one is for good. I hope. Jesus...

    "dude! you and me should totallly go see tron together"

Sounds like a plan. I mean, I was about to write a meaningless blog entry, but God decided to let things go my way for abit and have an old friend IM me. Alright. Seeing as how we haven't hanged in years, my dad admires the guy (I think), and hey, fucking day off, why not?

This month has been interesting. That's really all I can say; I'm having a conversation, I'm listening to "Brian Wilson Presents SMiLE" all over again... yeah, I can't really think right now.

15 minutes later...

Daft Punk, and suits to see Harry Potter.

Yeah, I hope tomorrow is a good day. If not... at least it was a day. Good morning.

- Ant