Miss Simplicity always makes it harder in the end.

"What, other than paranoid fear, would justify belief in a totalitarian future composed of people who have a particular desire to torture and enslave those who have been revived from cryopreservation?"

Says Ben Best. (LOL)

The image in my head that I receive after reading the above quote is so hilarious. Ben Best also has to say," ...others should remember that the option of suicide will probably always be available if things don't work out."

Again, this is funny. It is in reference to after cryogenics, the freezing of people, if people are tired of everlasting life, suicide may still be an option. If Ben Best decides to allow such a thing. It was from an essay of his and after such a long time of wondering why people would ever kill themselves, he suggests suicide.

I don't think that's his real name...

Anyway, Vince stayed the night twice in a row. I feel bad because Karyl wanted us to go camping. I say I'm busy, and yet, I still have time for Vince. It isn't like that necessarily. While I am at work and school, Vince hangs out with my brother because they are friends or something. Once summer quarter is over, Karyl, we will hang out more. I haven't had a decent conversation involving Jesus in far too long. And hey, I'll be eighteen, and so you can go with me when I buy a pack of cigarettes legally for the first time!

Vince and I had interesting times. The first night we stayed up until 12:30am watching the best show in the world, Roseanne. He tucked me in and he turned off the wrong wall switch and so after he went to sleep himself, I realized that my alarm clock quit working. I started freaking out and then realized that Vince just turned off the power to that particular wall switch.

In the morning we drank coffee, and I did his makeup. We went to the mall by bus. I bought Vince an infection for his birthday. He needed a new eyebrow ring and I bought him a pack of them. It may get infected. We can't tell if it's steel or plastic. I bought him The Forecast and Paul Oakenfold for myself. We got matching sunglasses. They're red. When I wear them and look at the Purdy Spit, it looks like Damnation, which reminds me of Jack's picture answer to where he lives. (The Gates of Hell)

We were standing in line at the food court and these three black kids walk up to me. "Hey...hey! Hi. My friend right here likes you." he says. "Yeah, I bet." and they leave us alone, but not with their eyes.

The second night, Vince and I wrote some poetry. It's not too bad.

Eh, there's too much to ever write down, so I'm done.