If I die in a dream then let me live my life

Yeah. I feel really out of it. Saw Noel last night. Was really, really good. Out of it, therefore doesn't really feel incredibly real.

He's forty-four, and he's still so cool. My gosh he's cool.

"Who is St Kilda? Cause I looked it up, and he's not a real saint. So you either made him up, or he's a cartoon character. Cause it's not in the Bible. And everything in the Bible's true. No, he's not a prostitute. But you might be."

"Do you want to meet the rest of the band?" *raucous applause and cheering* "Why?"

My Noel passion has been rekindled. He is cool. It makes me happy. 

Hilarious. Picks up my mood some what. 

And my t-shirt.

Rotated the wrong way. Clearly. But it is cool nonetheless. 

And I'm getting sick. First time in a couple of months. I'm rather impressed.

If I had a gun I'd shoot a hole into the sun, love would burn this city down for you. 

miss the better dayz

I is thinking that 2Pac started this whole using incorrect grammar/spelling thing in music. Ambitionz Az A Ridah from All Eyez On Me would eventually lead to Usher singing "do she got a kid", which is just so wrong in so many ways. However, does sound very cool. Currently listening to Better Dayz, Shorty Wanna Be A Thug (almost typed Short wanna be a thug there, and had this brief impression of Mr Short as gangsta...), Changes, Thugz Mansion, My block, and Ambitionz Az A Ridah (these misspellings are just getting a tad ridiculous).

Got me thinkin bout better days 

Cheryllyn's stint as roll monitor was very amusing. Not only was she listed as "Cheryll" on the bulletin (yes, with a double l, not just Cheryl), she also had great trouble counting the amount of people in spesh. Which was rather amusing. We spent a half minute trying to figure out who was missing, when it turns out that Cheryllyn counted 22 instead of 23. Oh the irony of having done that in a maths class as well.

Keep yo head up and try to keep the faith, and pray for better days.

Nadal is in the US Open, attempting to become the youngest man ever to get a career grand slam. Rod Laver achieved it at 24, but that wasn't in the Open Era. SO VAMOS RAFA. I believe in you. Good form at the moment. And he's also won gold at the Olympics so that gives him the Golden Grand Slam, or something along those lines.

Every once in a while, I reminisce and wonder how we ever came to this. I miss the better days

Mary in orchestra: "Don't you know the expression a chip on your shoulder?"
Shuyu in orchestra: "No, I'm fob."
Also, note to V: stop using all these what you term as "bloggertalk" acronyms, which I term as "fobtalk" acronyms, on me. Buddha was bad enough. Now you're calling me BB. That's just not cool.

Better days is coming homeboy. Keep your head up.