rain...again

It's raining. I'm in study hall. I go to St. Louis tonight for tower practice. I don't like tower practice. I enjoy sleep possibly TOO much. My toe hurts. The dude sitting next to me in study hall is eating cheetos and I can hear him chew on them. That is one of the coolest sounds ever. It's still raining. I just made the computer make beeping noises while messing with "sticky keys" (for Pibb sticky key fun, press the shift key 5-6 times rapidly) I'm very excited about my computer. I'm so excited, that i think i am going to be an idiot. yay!

back to studying...as if that's possible.

it's Tuesday

growth

posting...without titles...*BIG OL' SIGH*

But hey, i haven't had titles, and i don't need them now. SO WHO NEEDS 'EM!? BAH! *ahem* as i was saying...EVAN THINKS ABOUT THE FUTURE!!! see and read for the first time EVER! admission: 4 dollars

Today kinda sucked in terms of fatigue, the blister on my toe from playing frisbee barefoot on saturday, and also in terms of reality. The first two explain themselves, but allow me to elaborate on the reality thing...
I noticed that if i keep gettn parking tickets, i'll end up owing the university and the state more than my parents pay for insurance. I also noticed that vick and i have to pay bills. I also noticed that i own a cell fone...i'm thinking about getting another haircut...and i'm also thinking about(don't tell anyone this)...showering... =O Yes yes, i know this is a scary thought for many of you, while others are rejoicing. In any case, i feel that it makes no sense to be unattractive. Sure it's easy, and i have certain thoughts that go along with my non-conformist stuff that i like to believe in.(i know that last sentence didn't make sense, but you get the point.) Anyway, that wasn't the main focus of my realizations. I was more concerned with the fact that i am going to have to start paying bills. And that i am going to have to get a job. And that i am going to have to do something outside of diving. And that i am going to have to actually make a few good grades in order to get OUT OF COLLEGE! (out the good way, not the bad way(that sounds dirty)) At any rate, my life is apparently becoming just that..MY LIFE!..it's creepy, scary, threatening, amazing, exciting, more scary, interesting, and it makes me very curious as to what the hell kind of job i'll be doing. Besides the fact that i'll be working, not diving, paying for things, and possibly living alone, it makes me wonder if i'll be working forever...and if that's the case, if i will be paying bills for myself and someone else with that money?...strange strange strange...(pibbnote: (ooh, it's been a while since i made a pibbnote) i began realizing all of this as i looked at my fone after walking out of my english class)

Grown up? never. a child?.......

*HUGE SIGH OF RELIEF*

foodump

lesse here... Teffy as titles...BUT I DO NOT!?!?!?! ARG! i want titles and pictures and colors and different fonts and amazing stuff like that. anyway, the computer that i ordered last night didn't work. They sent me an email saying that they cancelled my order because they don't like to make little divers happy. pooooo. i'll try again, but no promises, seeing as how i am not made of money. in any case, i'm finishing my 2nd revision of my Thoreau paper, so i'll be pretty busy tonight. I wrote a poem today, but it is not complete. It's one of those happy sappy silly ones that makes you sit and go "....yeah." But it not done yet, and i don't know if it ever will be. ANYWAY i have little to write about, because i'm so busy that i can't ever THINK...like SIT and THINK, dude. I miss that thinking time(as depressed as it made me, i shouldn't, but i still miss it anyway(like a pipe loves sewage))....sewage?...anyway, i'll give you peoples more to read after dis paypah....

...It's hard for me to post and sign off because i love to write in here. Even if i have nothing to write about, like the last few posts, i still like writing it. and i say anyway a lot too....but yeah....go blogs!

I'm mighty tired. I can't get over it either. Maybe i should start drinking coffee. Maybe i should stop this strange rambling kind of talk in my blog...

We are going to St. Louis tonight for our first tower practice. I am SOOO NOT excited. I know that Kim is going to have an experience because she's never done tower before, and she might be afraid. I don't like tower either, but i'm going to try to help. Anyway, that will be fun, and unfortunately it will also take up all of my time this evening.

I read funny. I can't just sit down and read a book. That's not possible, no matter WHAT book. The thing is that after getting through a few pages, i get bored, then think about what i just read (daydream, if you will). Now some people think that it's a bad thing. But in reality, i like it, because it allows me to really absorb what i'm reading. Given, i haven't read more than a few pages, but HEY! DON'T JUDGE ME! So yeah, reading sucks. And so does studying. Yeah. Yep....yesssssir.

That reminds me, i need to buy a computer because the vick is getting finnicky about me using his comp all the time. I also need to get one so i can put all the crap that I WANT on there. w00t to that. But the only problem would be money. Don't get me wrong, i have enough money in my savings to buy one, but i'm also going to Orlando for our x-mas training trip. I don't want to spend $400 the the same trip again. But oh well, i can't convince Greg otherwise, and i know that i wouldn't want to train by myself away from the team, so yeah...400 bucks...gone again. GRRR Mom and dad aren't paying for it either, because it's my decision or whatever...but when i don't really HAVE that decision to make (example: Greg says we're going to Orlando, so WE'RE GOING!) But oh well, Greg is costing me $400 again. yay...

Enough about that. I've been writing so much this post because i'm in study hall and i just finished my history book. (hence the paragraph on reading) So i'm just wasting time in the comp lab, waiting till 1:15 to roll around so i can get my shizzle and get to the poolizzle. I also need to do laundry. I guess the scooter idea is out the window, as i have to pay for this trip. But oh well, it was a fleeting fancy that wouldn't have lasted long(i prolly would have destroyed it anyway). And OH YEAH!...that's all i have to say about anything that needs saying about in my world of saying things, which is a small world right now and i have probably already said more than i should have said, in other words i'll shut up now. bye.

hERM

hermmmmmmmmmmm.....
apparentlee my last post didn't show up for some reason, the most likely reason is that the vick's computer is stupid. But anyway, i'll post that one after i write up this one. SO LETS GET TO BLOGGIN'!...hooray?...enh, it's 11:30 in the morning, gimme a break.

So, FRIDAY- woke up for my "discipline circuit" at 6am, then did backflips in the dryland place, then went to my classes, gave my speech on how to do a backflip (all went well, backflip was completed successfully and all the ladies in my class were very impressed :D ) after class, one of the many ladies in the class came up to me and complemented me on zee backflip. So we got to talking, and it turns out that she knows my friend Emily Richmond, and is really good friends with Emily's brother, Billy. So we make plans to hang out with Billy saturday, and then i go to the Black and Gold meet at 3. SO! this meet is an inter-squad meet, meaning i was diving against my teammate, Aaron. What made this meet really fun is that i got to swim a 50 freestyle with everybody else. i got last, yeah, but i STILL MADE IT UNDER 30 SECONDS!!!!! w00t. I was very proud of myself. Then after being EXHAUSTED from swimming as fast as i could, i got on the diving boards and dove. I won both boards, but Aaron was right behind me. I was so tired after that i just wanted to stop moving, sit down, and pass out. But dad and weel were in town and we went out to eat with Kim and her rents and i got a whole pizza to myself, and it was good.

SATURDAY- aka- (not as exciting as Friday) Woke up, sat around, played Budokai, which i rented, got BBQ that night with dad and weel and vick, then dropped vick off at church, and called Angela to hang out with her and Billy. Then went and hung out with mr richmond at his bitchin' pad and ended up buying the box set of Cowboy Bebop on DVD....allow me to repeat that...

COWBOY BEBOP COMPLETE BOX SET..MINE..FOR ONLY $32.72!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(and yes, this many !'s is neccisary)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I mean, that is the coolest show...and to have EVERY EPISODE ON DVD for only 32 BUCKS!!!! IS EFFING AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*ahem* I have told Omar that posts like this, where you just cover your whole day are boring to read....but dude, Friday was one helluva day for me. I was sore the entire time, which made the backflip kinda hard. But i dunno...um....BEBOP BOX SET!!!!!!

shitbunnies

I had weights this morning. I didn't go to weights this morning. I woke up to go to weights this morning. I didn't go to weights this morning. I woke up, got my weight clothes on, then fell asleep while putting my shoes on. I didn't go to weights this morning. Aaron was waiting for me to pick him up to take him to weights this morning. I didn't go to weights this morning. I woke up a second time and noticed that weights ended 15 minutes ago. I did not go to weights this morning. I. AM. SCREWED. I have to go in later today and make up the weights circuits that i missed this morning. Then tomorrow MORNING, at 6 AM! I have to go to the weight room and do a "punishment set." They call it the "punishment set" because it's STUPIDLY HARD AND PAINFUL AND TEACHES YOU THAT EVEN IF YOU HATE LIFTING WEIGHTS YOU STILL HAVE TO GO TO THEM AND WEAR THE YELLOW SHIRT ON THURSDAYS, AND THE GREY SHIRT ON TUESDAYS, AND TUCK YOUR SHIRT IN AND NOT LEAN ON THE EQUIPMENT AND ALWAYS RACK YOUR WEIGHTS IF YOU ARE THE LAST ONE, BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU ARE THE FIRST ONE TO USE THEM, BECAUSE SOMEBODY BEHIND YOU WILL ALWAYS PUT THEM AWAY, WHICH SLOWS THE LAST PERSON DOWN EVEN MORE BECAUSE THEY HAVE TO PUT ALL THE WEIGHTS BACK ON THE FRIKKIN RACKS AND IT TAKES FOREVER AND IT'S A PAIN IN THE ASS AND NOTHING IS ENJOYABLE AT 6 AM AND I HATE RULES AND I DON'T EVER WANT TO LIFT WEIGHTS EVER AGAIN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE UNLESS I GET TO DO IT THE WAY I WANT TO. Which means lifting at 9pm, and taking as long as you want to, wearing whatever you want, and it will never matter if you don't want to go or not. I like to think that i hate few things in my life...but the few things that i DO hate, i hate with a great, undying, painfully strong and demented passion. Not only do i have to make up the weights practice, but i'm never going to hear the end of it from Greg and everybody else. It's one of those things that i don't think is my fault, but everybody who is in control of me keeps telling me that it IS. OK! MAYBE IT IS! BUT IT HAPPENS TO EVERYBODY! so f*** off and stop telling what to do, da** it. I'm tired of saying stuff like this.

shitbunnies

tired

demolished. I think that's a good word to use when you're tired...kinda like how i'm feeling right now. AMY, DO NOT BLAME YOURSELF FOR MY DEMOLISHEDNESS! um....i thought i had more to say here......buuuuuuuuuuuuut i don't. so i leave you with a joke:

A horse walks into a bar, and the bartender asks: Why the long face?

*bows*

kwiz

I love kwizzes...





Morpheus


?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
brought to you by Quizilla

cell fone: do you know who this is?
mr. Reeves: morpheus?
Me: yeeeees
mr. Reeves: whoa. hey dude, did you know that i say whoa alot?
me(morpheus): yeeeees

HOLY SWEATY FLOOR MATS, BATMAN!

Saturday = longest day ever.

But in a totally good way. I woke up after a full night's sleep, kinda picked up two things off the floor, then opened the door for mom and pop to come inside. They came for the football game, and just happen to have a tray of lasagna on 'em for me to eat *grin grin grin* So from there, i went to the tailgate, helped somebody get out of the mud, went to the game for part of the 2nd quarter, came back home and played a little Xenosaga- which SUCKED! Then went over to a swimmer house to do initiation for the last night, which means scaring the freshmen out of their minds, and pouring crap all over them and asking them stupid questions and treating them like crap....not cool, but it's over...FOR NOW! BLAHAHAHA! jk After that I picked up Aaron and his buddy Scott from CANADA (press 1) and we went to a wrestler party. It was really crazy, and they had a wrestling mat in their basement, just like the ones they compete on, so they had everybody wrestling somebody else and i wrestled Aaron, and....he totally destroyed me. He also weighs abotu 20 lbs more than me too. Anyway, from there we went to a friend of Jaime's house in the middle of a field and that sucked...............but Jaime was breakdancing and that kicked mucho arso. We decided to leave that party and go to another supposed party....but....no good there. So we went back to the party in the house in the field with the breakdancing and then left.

But what a day, i drove everybody around and Aaron's buddy was really cool, and the first party was really fun, and i'm still sore from abs and i also have to go to class and i kinda want to eat lunch but i'll do that after my speech class which is in like, 5 minutes so i gotta get over to 306 in the general classroom building before they close the door, then i'll have to walk in late and look like a big dummy head and everybody will laugh at me, even the cheerleader who's dad was a diver who is in that class whos name is monica, who i haven't really talked to but wish i could talk to because i just wish i could talk to someone who could talk to me and i'm rambling....but i don't care because it feels like i haven't blogged in a long time and i want to type and type and type forever until i say something miraculous that will make everything in my life simple, or maybe not something that will make my life simple, but something that will make me happy, or something that will help me understand why i do and don't do certain things (like, talk to a girl in my speech class or how i don't like staying awake in classes) but thats not the point, the point is that i'm going to be late for speech because i don't know how to keep myself on a schedule like this when all i want to do is SIT...and eat burritos all day on a couch watching tv next to someone.

godlike chocolate milk

the last post i talked about gears moving, and i think that i found something that might help divulge some info to everyone: It is hard to be an individual among an entire society. or something like that...um...yeah i'm really tired.

As tired as i am, i think i have a right to be tired. (that was a horrible sentence) I've done more ab work this week than i have in the past year. I read two books, and wrote a paper, and took two quizzes. I went to that stupid sorority thing that the swim team got invited to(ask me about that, i'll let you know how stupid it was). The weather has been crappy all week, my abs feel horrible, i have no energy, i'm tired, i smell, and i feel like i embarassed myself in front of a dozen Delta Gamma girls. I have gotten very little sleep, which means i have realized a few things about myself yet again. One of those things is that i'm an idiot sometimes. As much as i do not like admiting this, it's the truth. I do stupid things, at the worst times, and around the worst company...and it sucks. But it happens, most of the time i can't help it, and it's just as funny to look back on it, and just as embarrasing. So yeah, i've realized that i'm not perfect and it's alright. So hey...yeah...i'm sleepy too.

ALSO, (this is huge news) I would like to share with everyone my accomplishment tonight. After coming home and relaxing, I had a craving ( if i don't get it, i'll die kind craving) ...for chocolate milk. This might have been a hard task for someone living in the dorms, but when you have a full size fridge downstairs, a cupboard of big cups, a bottle of hersheys chocolate syrup, a long spoon, and 2% milk readily available...the results are OUT OF THIS WORLD. I proceeded to make THE best glass of chocolate milk this world has ever seen. Now I know that it probably tasted better because I had been craving it, but oh my god...it was the most amazing glass of chocolate milk i've ever had in my life. The temperature, the consistency, color, smell, and taste were all perfect. PERFECT! It was like a out of body experience every time I put my lips to the rim of the glass. I giggled as I drank it carefully, making sure not to waste such a heavenly creation. I giggled because I knew that every time I took a sip, that it would be amazing, and that every time it touched my lips, that my body would shiver with delight, and send goosebumps racing over my body like ants on a dropped watermelon. I don't do drugs, but man oh man...this is as close to ecstacy as i'll ever get. I don't think i'll try to make another glass of this amazing choc milk, because i don't think another glass such as this one would be humanly possible...but WHO KNOWS!

3 2 1 contact

So i'm sore from diving, tired from being sore, and cranky from being tired from being sore. IT'S LIKE SOME VICIOUS PAIN CYCLE! MAKE IT STOP! wah wah wah!! Anyway, i'm incredibly tired and sore and cranky, as stated earlier, and i'd like to go to bed. But i'd rather stay awake and sort my thoughts out a bit. But that is never easy when every muscle in your body is moving you towards your bed. But somebody that I hadn't talked to in a while said something that got some rusty gears moving. It was like a switch that nobody had turned on before...and frankly, I did not enjoy it. But any new form of thought is interesting, so I wanna see where it leads me...but again, Pibb is sleepy. So i'm cutting off power to the brain for the evening early (11:30) and hittin' the sack. I've stopped this new thought train at "the society I live in prohibits me from being who I really want to be"...that's...pretty vague, i know, but give it TIIIIME..and it will blossom into a beautiful envelope of understanding....yes an envelope :/

love ver. 2

"i'm just so tired of being another statistic on TV, the classic case of I love him, but he just don't love me." -one of the many Sarah Rendon away messages that i have learned to love :D

And that my friends, is going to lead me into the 2nd half of the LOOOVE question. When Omar asked me this, I searched within myself to find an answer, which is why he asked me in the first place. He wanted to get feedback from all of his friends on the simple question of "What is love?" Now I say simple, not because it is easy to answer, but because the question itself is only 3 words long. Anyway, I think Omar asked everyone this question because it is not a question that can be answered by yourself, alone. Love is something you share with someone else. It is a bond that is created through trust and caring, which are two elements out of a very long list of things out of which love is made. There are people who believe differently than myself, and I expect that, because not everyone believes the same things I do. But maybe out there, there is someone who does...someone who I am attracted to, and her to me...maybe...(here goes the wishfull thinking again) But things like LOVE are special because love is an understood and VERY mutually beneficial. The saying that love is jealousy works well in my situation, because I envy those who have it, and wish that I had a love of my own. SO THERE'S YER ANSWER, OMAR! w00t! Take it or leave it, that's what i've concluded out of my small and meager views on my life and the lives of others. So YES! I now have an answer, and YES! I know how to look for love, and YES! I have probably spent too much time on the thought but oh well I wanted to help out Omar cuz he'sacoolguyandheaskedmetosoyeah G'NIGHT!

This has nothing to do with the love question, but I found it when I was looking at stuff for my Civil Disobedience paper...

"Getting rid of the patterns of violence that societal conditioning has placed in us is not always a polite process; it involves releasing despair, anger, and other emotions that haven't been allowed to surface before. The myth that emotions are destructive and unreliable prevents us from trusting our own experience and forces us to rely on rigid formulas and people we perceive as authorities for guidance. Most of us have been taught that expressing anger especially provokes disapproval, invalidation and physical attack, or else will hurt others and make us suffer guilt. This conditioning serves to make us both repress our own anger and also respond repressively to each other's anger."

There's your bold again, Liz. I dig it.

what is love?

There is a friend I have named Omar, and he asks "What is love?" And this is my answer...

I don't know.

I've recently thought about how many poets and writers describe "LOVE" and it makes me angry...because i'm jealous of such a profound and meaningful emotion. My very wise cousin Joseph told me that a teacher of his says that "love is jealousy" and that "the level of jealousy is always changing, therefore Love is always fluctuating" Is love even an emotion? or is it more than that? I don't know! All I know is that every time i've come close to "being in love, falling in love, loving someone" it's been a grand misconception of MINE that has always left me feeling like a fool. It would seem that love is an unattainable thing for people like myself, who drown themselves in pity and polish their images of true love with movies and books. For there is nothing that Shakespear can imagine that I could ever obtain...unless of course, I find someone who cares for me... But how is this even possible? I mean, if i'm trying to answer: What is love? and I can't even do that, then why the heck do I sit around wondering if I will ever FIND love? The obvoius question is -How can I find love when I don't even know what it is?- It's like a blind man trying to tell you how beautiful a painting is. I have not been in love, as much as I have convinced myself that I have been, there has always been enough evidence to prove otherwise. (for example, the thought consumed by my mind was that i was in love with someone, but they were not so in love with me) So how can I ever really experience love when I have no significant person to share it with? Strange how that works...I can truly think that I love someone, but they can feel no such emotion towards myself....it's a strange thing...

more on this later, after i ponder...*sits in thinkin' chair*

six teen hours...

oh...holy...crap
Two nights ago, i stayed up late playing Kingdom Hearts, in an effort to beat the whole game before having to return it to blockbuster. I played it till 4 am, then woke up at 5 am to go volunteer at the MS150. I volunteered from 5:30am till 4pm. I went to bed around 4-5pm...then after waking up momentarily to answer a few of Vick's questions, go to the bathroom and stuff, I woke up at 10am. This means that I was asleep for at least 16 hours. This...is a very scary thought. SURE I only got an hour of sleep the night before, and I volunteered all day. But that's still alot of sleep. I am amazed at myself.

During this too-long-for-TV slumber, I had a dream about my cousin Liz and Lucas. For those of you who do not know them, i'll give you some background: Liz-17 and Lucas-13/14 live in Stockton, MO which is a small town that recently got hit by a tornado. Their parents are both teachers, and they are both rather shy. So anyway, I had a dream that they lived in the swamp in an animal infested house that was COVERED in vines and other plants.(Picture the house in JUMANJI) They lived alone in this house, but they are frequently visited by our mutual grandma and grandpa and myself. In this bayou, I am ice cream man, and I look out for my younger cousins. In one instance, I was beating up a kid who was making fun of Lucas. The next moment I was helping Liz with a project for school. Everything was so movie-like. As if nothing could really go wrong, and even if it did, the main characters would find a way to live happily ever after. I say it was like a movie, but I only remember bits of it, as if my dream were a movie trailer. It showed touching moments, intense conflicts, and really cool images of me driving an ice cream truck :D It was like a story of Liz and Lucas, but there was no plot, just....stuff. AND IT WAS REALLY COOL!!! And their school was creepy, but pleasant and stuff...like a movie. But MAN it was cool. Just picture two kids living in a SUPER COOL HOUSE WITH ANIMALS and having a really cool cousin/ice cream man, and a loving grandmother, and parents who care about them, but aren't always telling them what to do, and they go to a school that is fun to look at(and is full of really cool teachers too). And it's all like a movie where everything turns out OK! DUDE...i didn't want to leave that dream, it was so real, because the characters ARE REAL PEOPLE, and the setting was too cool. And I drove a really awesome ice cream truck and wore the little hat and everything. OH IT WAS AWESOME!

Journal?

My english teacher today told us that we should all keep journals. Not a diary, not a task scheduler, but a journal in which you write down how you experience things. He said that we should write about how we enjoy songs, poems, HATE songs and poems. He wants us to tell a peice of paper that we care about people around us, and that we despise certain things like parking or english teachers. He said that one day we would be able to look back at our journals and pull out opinions that we once had, and maybe use them in one of our writings.

That last idea i don't like, but everything else he said was really cool. BECAUSE I HAVE A BLOG! W00T! AND I ALREADY DO EVERYTHING HE SAID I SHOULD DO IN HERE!!! W00T W00T!!!! He said that he wanted us to write in a journal so much that he almost assigned them to the class...but he didn't because he knows that nobody would write anything other than "i had a sandwich today, it kicked ass". So i already have a happy little "journal" in which i chop up my thoughts via keyboard and display them to the world A LA the internet. So everybody gets to enjoy the lovely meal of joy that is IAMJARMAN.BLOGSPOT.COM

There are defanitely things i wish i could improve about this thing, as i've stated earlier, but alas, that costs MONEY...that this poor college student would rather spend on OTHER STUFF...like food and shelter.

ART

I'm in a drawing class. It's fun, because it's easy, and there are a bunch of hot chicks in my class. But besides that fact, I don't draw well...at all. Sometimes when i'm super bored (TAAS testing) i'd spend like, 5 hours on a little drawing of a face that would end up looking like a shoddy Charles Shmultz sketch of pigpen's face. So yeah, i'm the least talented person in the class, and it kinda...feels...like i don't belong. It's a 3 1/2 hour class that starts at 8 am, so the teacher lets us take a break halfway to walk around and look at what everybody else has done...this is my A.favorite and B.least favorite part of the class. A- I get to see everybody elses very nice drawings of the TUBA that we drew today, and B- because everybody walks past my sgwiggly line drawing that resembles spaghetti...actually it kinda looks like a tuba... ANYWAY, i feel like i'll be strugling with that class not gradewise, but more in terms of artistic expression, or stuff like that...VVISH ME LUCK.

On the other hand, my other classes are English, History, and Speech, all of which are pretty easy thanks to my very friendly English teacher. So i'll have to write papers, read alot, and then do speeches...speaches...speichehz But writing comes easy to me, and History classes are a breeze at mizzou, and speechses...are...E A S Y. Good greif, i could improve every speech (NOT THAT I'M GOING TO DO SO!) but i COULD...and that's comforting. :D

Pibb out