this morning, i was schedualed for work at 7am. i decided ill go see what the current state of things were i was lazy and rolled up at 745 and this is what i found:

then we went to walmart

 The following is me atop the box thing (obviously):

I found some "fun money" and now its in my wallet;

For justin ::::

Target was completely unscathed ::

 Banana attack in the mirror.... :

Sadness engulfed teh juice palace;

DAMN YOUUU RITAAAA;

A lone chair at chipotle;

me again:

The forced excrement of IHOP;

The Day Before;

The Day After (today);

There was neither air nor water : |   ;

This is Kroger (290 - Spring Cypress) 's gas station on thurs (am);

Then finally  the wrecheous highway;

so theres this morning, 9-23, pleaseeeeeee comment and or tell me what you think of them on AIM @ BenIsUseless    im ultra bored here at mi casa. have fun, all.

heres something from the book im reading:    "We take it for granted that the intention of clocks is to measure time.  but perhaps this familiar notion is, after all a rather peculiar one when we pause ti scrutinize it.  what is it for an instrument to measure time? the oddity of the idea of measuring time is well captured by a story of O.K. Bouwasma's  the mystery of time. the hero of the story is puzzled by clocks.  he has been told that they measure time, although he has seen that at work doing their measuring, he has not been able to see what it is that they measure. with other kinds of measuring instruments, there is no problem. a tape measure, can measure a length of cloth. a scale can measure a quantity of flour, a jug a volume of water, and so on. what is being measured in theses cases is plain to see. but clocks seem to be able to register something that does not affect our senses at all. perhaps there is some invisable, ethereal fluid flowing throught these instruments, making the hands go around the dial? or perhaps, there is nothing at all, and the mechanism operates without and external prompting. our hero begins to suspect it is all a con trick. in effect, the story is an inverted version of the emperors new clothes-- there is in fact no trick: the clocks genuinely are measureing something that cannot be seen." that was in the first chapter and kind of puts you in the mindset of how to go on analyizing the contents of the book, errr come at it with an open mind.   the book also gives questions at the end of each chapter. one is: "What would you say to [the man in the story mentioned above] who did not know what time was. (explain what time is).  who ever actually read this far, please comment with your answer. id like to hear it.

man im on fucking edge right now. my house keeps creaking and makeing all of these wierd noises. i keep thinking im seeing things and im paranoid as fuck. im full of adrenaline and its 130. i have finals tomorrow, which sucks. im up because i almost died (i may be blowing this out of proportion, but fuck it) as i look back, i am a fucking idiot for having this where it was. ok. i have shelves above my bed. the top one is like 6 or 7 feet above my pillow, so i store things that weigh about 25 pounds up there. a few minuets earlier i was moving things on the shelves for some reason, then went to bed. i literally just half fell asleep when the god damn fucking piece of shit fell and landed on me. i freaked the fuck out i sat up and said OH MY GOD in pretty much sheer terror and confusion. i didnt even think, it just blurted out. but anyway... now im not about to go to sleep, 1 becuase the thought of lying in my bed again literally firghtens me, and 2 because im full of adrenaline.   ok     

( this fuck right here )

fell right on top of me. 

( heres where it fell from and to )

finally,

( this is what it did to me )

 it doensnt look like much but gat dang it scared the fucking shit out of me. i swear, i thought i was being stabbed. that was the only time in my life where i 100% feared for my life. i thought someone was killing me. seriously. yeah yeah laugh it up fucker.   but i think im so shaken er whatever from this is because if the monitor-fuck fell at more of an angle, the top part wouldve stabbed right through me and i woudlnt be writing this.  that and, if i was lying on my back, it wouldve broken my face : |

now that thats out of my system. i need something to do. i feel safe at my comptuer. as odd as it sounds, i am now, scared of my room.   kinda like after you get in a wreck, you are weary about cars. at least i am that way, but fuck, im probably wierd.

thursday was kinda fun. i fell over alot.  friday we went rafting

( i drew this ) to show just how awesome we are at everything.

all this entry is, is the blatent analyazation of a film because i had nothing better to do. oh yeah it may be a spoiler?... so dont read it if your have something better to do. its pretty random and shit

( Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind )