God, I am so out of it today. I got plenty of sleep, I just can't figure out why I'm so draggy. On a good note, I got the message that I am now an official member of Diaryland Loves Kevin Smith. Woohoo!!! I would like to thank Belle for putting up with my annoying ass questions and giving me the good news. Oh, I've also applied for Diaryland Survivor, although I doubt I'd last very long. I've never seen the show (never been interested) and I just have a feeling I'd be one of the first tossed off the "island". Oh well, at least it looks like it will be fun.

Well, here it is:

This is the actual ticket to the concert that I had, but didn't go to after the major debacle at the airport when I got back from Wisconsin. You can read all about that here. I keep kicking myself for not going, but the past is passed. Oh well.

I'm sorry, but for my 100th entry, this is really turning out to suck ass. I had like 800 things pop into my head today that I thought would be great to talk about, and now they're all gone. Most of them came to me while reading The Fool's diary. Odd, but reading about his past seems to trigger memories from mine. Maybe he's a long lost brother or something. If so, I feel sorry for him. I keep saying that I'm going to have to make a written list of things to talk about, but I never think to write anything down until after I've forgotten it. Perfect, eh?

Some of the diaries that I read have been bringing up stuff from their past. Maybe I should too. For instance, I never had any bullies in my life. I had a few people who picked on me, well one in particular, but I never really had anyone threaten me physically. Maybe it was because of my size. Talk about irony. When I was in elementary school, I was the tallest kid in my class. Towered over everyone. In the 5th and 6th grade, I played center on the basketball team. Maybe that's why no one picked on me. By the time I graduated high school, there was only one guy who was shorter than me. One. Of course, we both played football and were two of the 3 strongest guys on the team, if not in the school, so I think that made a difference too. The one guy that I can recall ever picking on me and bugging the shit out of me is Matt Harris. He didn't beat me down mentally or anything, though, he just really pissed me off. Matt was this shrimpy little guy in my freshman class in high school. His ½ brother, Tim McGhee, was also in the class and was the exact opposite of me. He was about the same height as me, slender, muscular, and very very handsome. I admit, I was jealous. Matt was the same age as Tim and had many of the same qualities except that he was about 6 inches shorter and had straight dark hair, where Tim had blonde. Of course, all the girls were after them all the time. Me, I was the heavy set, pimply nerd who had all the girls as friends, but couldn't get a date.

I can remember that Matt never touched me, he would just sit there and say "Oh well." I would say something and he'd come back with "Oh well" and I'd get a bit miffed. I'd say something else like "Dammit, you dumped that shit in my locker on purpose" and he'd just be like "Oh well". It would keep going and build to the point where I wanted to haul back and just clock him. Problem was, Matt, even though he was a foot shorter than me at the time, was still pretty strong and I wasn't sure I could take him. I'd never been in a fight before. So, I just swallowed my pride and finally stormed off. It ended soon after it started, however, and the next year, he and Tim moved away. That was the last I'd heard of him. My Senior year, Tim moved back and was the coolest guy to hang with. This time around, though, he hung with me, instead of me hanging with him. I hope I don't sound cocky (but I probably will), but my Senior year, no one fucked with me. No one. And I know there were some rednecks and some trailer trash at our school who grew up fighting and could probably work my ass over, but no one fucked with me. I never knew why. It kind of made me feel like a bully, but I never did anything to anyone. Oh well.

Well, hopefully that little glimpse into my past made up for the shitty start of this diary. If not, sorry. I'll try to do better next time. Oh, one note, I had to take Kelly's button off of the side of the page since she had a note that she's password protecting her diary. I know how much people hate to get linked to a password protected diary. Plus, I'll be adding some new buttons here soon for Gawain, Ostracized, Waterbelle or Belle, The Fool, and Zandra Nightmoon. I'll also be redoing some of the already existing ones since some of them have changed their layout [harbinger, you know of anyone who's changed their layout lately? =) ] and I'm very anal retentive and want things to match. Of course, that can wait till tomorrow. Got to go home and start supper. See you tomorrow with hopefully a better entry.

"Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?"

Icebear

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