Hey kids,

      I hate to say it, but I have nothing new to say.  Life has been nothing but work and Dresden Dolls lately.  But, I was requested to wright a new blog, so lets see what I can pull out of my ...... brain. 
      Well, one new thing is that I am in one of my moods again.  But this time, I am focusing my energy away from depression and into bettering myself.  The list is long and increadably geeky, so if you want to know ask, and then I'll fill you in. 
      For my friends who want to go to either the Rocky horror picture show or a Clockwork orange, please click on the links and find out what you need about them.  I was planning on going to see Rocky horror on the 31st at midnight, in harvard Sq with a whole bunch of dolls fans.  This should be crazy fun, but since I (1) will be increadably tired from a long trip and (2) I won't be able to borrow a car for it, the out come looks foggy.  The best case senario looks I will be exhausted like no ones business, and that we will head into boston via train, watch the show, and then either hang out at a friends place, or go to a bar until the trains start up again.  The Clockwork orange has a better out-look with the possible dates being Saturday Aug 7th, Friday aug 13 + Sat aug 14.  Lets plan for the 13th, for safe measure.  This looks like it will just be a train in, watch it, train out.  No fuss, no muss. 
       And for all of you people who want stories about my life:  Ok, so I was sitting in the grass (Mind you that I was wearing a button shirt and slacks) waiting for my bus to arive, when I see this girl show up and sit down accross the way and begin reading something.  I being the social closet case that I am just kept on reading (The vampire Lestat).  The bus shows up, and I (being one of the first people on the bus) choose the third seat on the right, which basicly forces this girl to sit in frount of me.  My continued reading was somewhat distracted during the rest of the trip, as my nosy side kept on trying to figure out what she was reading and what she was wrighting in the journal she had.  I really should have known when I saw that there was no distinct mark on the cover of the book, but it took me a rather clear reflection in the window to see that she was reading the bible.  As all of you who read this and know me know, I tend to overreact sometimes, and usually feel sort of silly about it afterwards.  Fortunately no one was close enough to me to hear me hiss when I found out what she was reading.  After a mild check of my surroundings to make sure I wasn't appearing as that big of a fool, I went back to reading my vampire book. 
       Ok, the last thing I would like to talk about is the type of things that are wrong with me.   Like most of my over reacting, I'm probably full of shit and a drama queen, but if any of you would care to send in your thoughs (or possibilities on what other types of disorders I might have) I would love to hear them (Flooble is an acceptable medium of information transfer).  Hey, who knows, maybe I will make a new poll about what the hell is the matter with me (So the answer to the last poll won't allways be "My name is Kevin and I have a big willy"). 
       Ok, thats it.  Maybe next time I will entertain you all with stories about godzilla or parasailing, or godzilla parasailing.  Well, I'll see you all in the days to come, and if I don't see you, I hope that you don't get blown up in what I hope is just a paranoid delusion.  Take care kids. 

::Well, as long as she stimulates one of your heads...., thats all that matters::