Where, oh where did my Thursday go?

It seems like this week went by super fast. Really. Wasn't yesterday like Sunday or something?
Apparently not...oh well.
But tomorrow is Friday! Holllla
Actually, in 17 minutes you can give a little shout out to our favorite business week day.

You know what? I have developed a new love for the word "Thursday".
I think if I had a dog i would name it Thursday. Mmhmm. Its mostly the color green. Anyhow...

Right now, I am not really seeing the point of school. I guess it builds character? I tend to become slightly pessimistic during the mid week. Don't worry, I don't think I ever completely run into the field of cynical-ism and pessimistic farm animals. But sometimes we teeter very closely to the edge.
Then we have coffee or Monsters and all is well again.
Mmm, Mmm, Goose.
I really meant to say "good", but there is never a moment when "GOOSE" isn't relevant.
[hahaa ghamoose...hehee]

"I was broken, for a long time, but its over now"
Haha. Yes. Good. Freaking. Song.
Yes.
Yes, yes, yes.

I think I have homework.
Hmm. Yeah, I'm pretty sure I do. And I'm also pretty sure I can finish it at school tomorrow. Oh dear. You know, ruts are especially difficult to get out of. I don't care if its the new year and every one is "resolution happy".
I am "rut stuck": v. the act/ position of being stuck in a rut.
Also affectionately referred to as, "Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!".
That's me in a nut shell. Except not really. I'm in a rut, not a nut shell...a fact that I don't think I've failed to get across.

Yesterday I saw Benjamin Button. It was good. Me likes.
Long, but I liked it.
Its okay to be sad. It doesn't make a movie bad.

I want yellow pants.
Badly.
Ya, Metro!

And I also want to go to New Orleans. Got to convince the parentals first though, which is definitely proving itself to be a difficult process. Even though the deadline is already passed.
I can definitely raise $600 by february. Right?
With God, what? What was that promise He gave us?
With God all things are possible.
Including me sticking to something long enough to raise that much money.
It will take much work, but it can be done, mas amis. My friends, my friends, my friends. It can and shall be done.

Sweet. I'm 17 in 5ish months. Woot!
Lalalalalaaa

"Its getting dangerously close to midnight" as my musical making Canadian friends would say. [DH]

Wait. It is midnight. Way to be, Jamie.
You're tired in the morning so you say, "I will get more sleep tonight. I will, I will, I will."
But does that ever happen?
Not really.

Sumatra coffee, here I come [in 5ish hours. Like my birthday! Yes. Way to make a connection.]

Tests and homework and quizzes and "God-forsaken" hours have nothing on me.
With meh coffee, all is well.
Until it makes me too excited and all I want to do is draw or other creative endeavors...if you know what I mean.
Perhaps. Perhaps not.
But soon you might.
Or you might not.
But you probably will.
Soon.
Except that "soon" is a relative term.

Grace and peace!! [ha ha, I am like our good writer friend Paul now.]
Grace and peace, friends, grace and peace.
Grace be with you!
I'm not sure what other greetings/goodbye's he gives.
Let us look one up, shall we?
One sec....
Never mind, its basically just "Grace and peace."
But I just learneded something new!
But, for my health and overall well being, should probably turn off my cranial lights and call it a night, night, night.

So, goodnight, night, night.
Or morning, midday, afternoon, evening...[what have you] since the time you may [or may not be] reading this will certainly vary from when I'm writing this.
Or you could be hardcore and only read it from the time that its posted.

Huh.
I could ramble for a number of days. Too much tying practice. My thoughts practically type themselves out before I have a chance to think about my thoughts myself. Good example right there.

So tomorrow you shall learn about the origins of "grace and peace" and our clever friend names Paul who was a "spirited" [=D] writer.

danceRAWRdance,
Jamie.