Diary of a Stupid Boy *Okay, maybe with slightly less than 100% updates!*

I want to tell you something
That I should've, long ago
I wish that you and I had those kids
Maybe bought us that home
I wish that we were stumbling fast
Down on Irving and 14th Street
I wish that we were still in your room
In your bed and you were holding me

- "Somehow, Someday" (Ryan Adams)

So, it's happened again. It's 3:06 a.m. and I'm updating the blog. This raises a few questions, I think...

1) Why am I updating the blog so late recently?

2) Why am I up at 3:06 anyway?

3) Why am I updating my Blog so often? This isn't like me...I'm a "Sporatic Updater" by nature.

4) Kelly Clarkson...Eh? I say "Yeah, sure. Why not."

It occured to me today sometime between writing an article on the women's gymnastics meet (http://stater.kent.edu/website/2004/1206/gymnastics.php, by the way) and trying to figure out whether I wanted re-heated stuffed beef ravioli that Eastway was selling or the other half of that Turkey Sub I got from Quiznos on Friday that I needed to lose my facial hair. I wish, for the life of me, I could figure out why I started thinking about it...But there it was. So I went forth to my room a shaved that sucker off. It took about 10 minutes, all-told, because that sucker was thicker than I thought it actually was.

So, now my face feels naked...And it turns out that I had two zits hiding under that facial hair that I wish I hadn't known about. Now, I'm obcessing over those stupid things. My life...A never-ending cycle of paranoid fears and delusions. I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Por siempre solo,
Colin