last stop... will never come.

here we go into story mode!:

with the alarm ready for 6 o' clock in the morning.. virak _thought_ all would go well. sleeping at 10 00pm? this would have been the earliest of all his previous attempts. he even took the best shower he'd had in ages. but there was one fatal mistake made. he did not want to goto sleep. for the next two hours up until the clock struck midnight.. virak lay awake on his bed.. thoughts drifting among themselves, in and out and about his brain. "what if i can't finish it?, what if she doesnt like me back?, when is that project due?, am i gaining weight?, what if something went wrong?, am i strong enough?!, or what if i spend my time wasting away?!, or even life itself has lost meaning!!" he would have to soon silence these thoughts soon or he would never lay at rest. the first remedy on the list.. music. song after song would calm him down.. force the others out of his mind. but this turned to the worse. now occupying his mind.. useless music videos! directed and invented by yours truly! every song gained a new video and each song did the same to keep him from his lulls. the music was left behind as he picked up his blanket and moved to the guest room. "oh yes, this room is comfy.. maybe sleep will come to me here," he thought to himself. wrong again. he twisted and turned in bed trying to finally lay in a deep slumber. finally all was well.. and the day's events had finally left his mind. but would he wake up the next day? yes. but one hour too late.

/end of story mode!

i got up at 6 50am instead of at six like i planned.. but me and eilene went biking anyways and it was good. right before we headed home (in fact this is one of the reasons for heading home) i got a weee bit bored and started to go in circles on the road. very small circles, so small they required me you get low to the ground as i rode. kinda like those people that race in tracks on motorcycles. then something (probably sand) caught under the wheels and i hit the ground. it was a small drop the disorientation caused me to want to puke on the ground when i got up. i didn't and we headed home. the results are a small scrape on my elbow and knee.

today i watched.. the commentary to disturbia (very good), laundry (took a while.. kinda not done folding yet), parts of spanish homework (so long, under estimated it), and a wee bit of halo with eilene.

i did not get to work on my tsa practice plane today. (noooooooo. not good.)
good night, i hope to be more productive tomorrow. (12 50am)

p.s. anyone find the hidden message in my post titled "hidden messages and prom dresses" ?