Well well, where to start.

My com's Macfee is back up and thus, all cboxes now flee my computer. Its the utter irony of the situation that creates a twisted funni-ness. Is that even a word? Maybe they should release a dictionary of gideon. That would be weird.

Today was the LOST event. My group was honor and we did the name proud. The most memorable moment would be... either somehow running into a string causing it to slice my stomach or eating every part of the apple except the stalk. Memories...

Time for a poem!

Shades of grey
Grey skies, grey faces, grey feelings, grey hearts
Thats what keeps the world apart
From unity, which has no bounds
That engulfs and surrounds

The grey moves, dark as clouds
The great evil it does shroud
Moves along, devouring its prey
Those who resist, it doth slay

But forget not, my dear friends
There is a chance to make amends
For what is grey without its white?
But a mute man with no sight

But for this brightness to ignite
First the darkness it must fight
An epic battle doth ensue
And we will definately see it through

Done. Pardon the sometimes-arcane english. I just thought it fitted better at some places.

I hate the feeling of being blind to other peoples feelings.

You know, the worst part is that I think you're right.

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