Choo choo.

Time to get my life back on the track.
Mr. POOP:"er, back on what track?"
Ok, time to get my life on track.
I am a lazy, disinterested piece of meat. And self pity is not a feeling I would like to feel.
No, I won't go into a long and winding tirade about blah blah blah.
You are welcome.
I want to feel like what Neo must have felt like at the end of part 1. That feeling where you feel one with the world. Where you feel like the world belongs to you. To me. not you.
Where you want to just close your eyes and breathe in the atmosphere.
I have simulated the feeling a few times. Most often, I win a Grand Slam by defeating Nadal and then stand at the center of the center court a' la Shahrukh Khan [with arms outstretched, you know the pose.], close my eyes and just sorta twiddle my fingers while the crowd roars and later, sings "Mujhko pehchaan lo, main hun Don" in the background.

mmmmm.........


OK, I resisted the urge to type a bunch of stuff about how blah blah I am once again.


I have a test tomorrow. And the day after. Then I have to do some work for the project. But I am going to go ahead and watch "Luck by Chance". Yay.

Ok, starting tomorrow, I will become the kinda person I want to be.

Mr. POOP:"Tomorrow, eh?"
Yes, poopie doopie. Now shut up.