Lazy gun messed up my television fun

So planning... it really sucks. Looking for a career and planning to do homework. Ugh. Why is life so hard? Nonsense. I don't really plan for the radio show I do at 11pm on fridays. www.redhawkradio.com. Check it out in a couple of hours. 11pm eastern standard time. Um, New York time. It's fun. I just goof off with someone else. And play music and play games. I'm also planing to do a spring triathlon with a relay team. But life knows how to throw curve balls. In fact, life only throws straight so that you miss the curve ones which are what life is all about. Lastly, I'm planning to put a or some cartoons as other pages on here. Because they are cool and I want to give it a try. But I need to be less busy to do that. 

Another weird dream. Chica check it out.

My family was looking at buying a new house. My friend was with me. The only reason that I could imagine that he'd be there was because it was a sweet house. So it was in the mountains. There aren't any mountains around for hundreds of miles. In fact, I've never really seen a mountain before (for reals. Life for reals). But this was way up in the mountains and it was windy and awesome. There are only my parents and two brothers. But strangely I didn't see my parents there in the house at all. Anyways, a family (big family) lived in the house and was looking to sell it. I had all the keys and was looking around. Huge living room and kitchen. There were three bathrooms next to each other. I thought that was weird. And only one was normal. The other two looked like what you'd find in a really fancy locker room. Multiple showers and everything shiny and chrome. I thought that was odd, but shrugged it off and checked out the rooms. They were all upstairs. But first I came upon these really small doors on the steps. Tiny. I unlocked them, but there wasn't anything there so I kept going. The rooms were all pretty cool, smallish, but pretty sweet designed. Each one had a different atmosphere about it. Like my brain came up with specific people with specific personalities to design them. I remember one really well, it had a really small alcove that almost looked like a closet was there except the back wall was only a few inches back. But the kid had made a cd rack to fit in it and there were tons of cds and that made me really happy. I forget most of the other rooms. But the master bedroom was odd. It was at the very top. The third or fourth floor. I couldn't keep track. There were a lot of bedrooms. But it looked old. Huge bed. And tons of windows looking out each directions. And one side down the back at a huge cliff and you could see the wind whipping the show around and could feel it pound the house. Then I couldn't find my friend and someone from the other family said that they saw him leave. And I wondered why and how since we were up in the mountains. 

Don't call me boring when I'm just not in the mood. Horrorscope:

Play anything serious and you'll break a bone. Saturn is flipping you off so your bones will be brittle. Also, I don't really like you, (that's an overarching statement. I might like you. Just fucking give me a chance) so you'll have to work hard this week to not feel like a lazy sack of garbage. Sorry. And since I'm wondering about what I want to do with life, you are going to go through a phase where you won't know if what you're doing is what you want to do. Hey, it's only fair. 

So there's this new frozen yogurt place in town. It's awesome. 

burning up with rage from the cold,

LQ