I have to take my senior pictures today.  I'm going to go to Daytona Beach to do most of them.  I'm going to do a surfing pose with my board, and some with the beachline.  Think it's trashy to do them shirtless?  I think it makes sense but mom thinks it's trashy.  I'm like, hello, I'm on a beach!  Then I'll probably do some lame ones in dress clothes like my mom thinks I'll really appreciate some day.  I doubt it.

  Being a senior next year is going to be really interesting.  It's like my final passage of adolescense before I become a full fledged man.  It should be a fun year, at least I'm hoping.  I'm going into this summer a stag.  Rachel and I sorta parted ways.  It just wasn't really working out between us.  We're a lot different in a lot of ways. 

  I think after my pictures I'll probably go surf for a while and then come back home and watch a movie or read a good book before we have our barbque tonight.  I invited some friends over, so it won't be so bad.   

Until, next time!

Wow, I stumbled across this website by accident today and I was reading a bit of my old entries.. How much fun was I last summer?  Heh!  Well, maybe I'll do a little bit of writing this summer too.  I think a couple of things have changed in my life and it might be interesting to fill my beautiful journal in and let my mindsay friends know that I didn't die or disappear into oblivion.  Then again, maybe they aren't around anymore either. 

I don't have time to write a full fledged blog now, but I will say... Adam's back!

am i dying?  is my life really going to end?  can it?  will it? 

do i have to do it myself?  can someone else do it?  will it happen on it's own?

everyone has probably thought about it more than once.  What will happen?  When will it happen?  Why?

Just does.  That's it.

swimming around my close confines

my nose pressed against the glass

ive searched my prison a million times

no hope for escape

i breathe in the water

though i know im drowning

i stop my struggling

and rest on shiny rocks

i see others walking around freely

happy in their own decay

they're eyes never quite see mine

and then they walk away

  Well, Rachel and I were messing around in my room, trying to be so secretive and what not.  It was all romantic and shit for a little bit but then she had this bright idea that she should start tickling me.  I'm not the most ticklish person I know but I am pretty ticklish.  I let her pretend she was winning for a bit and then I grabbed her and pulled her towards me.  It was now a race to see who could win.  Would she pull away or would I get some tickin' action on her.  I tried to pin her down and get all frisky with her. 

   However, she was pulling away from me and managed to stand up.  We both kept pulling both our respective ways and I guess the force just happened to pull us apart.  I went flying backwards onto the bed and she flew across the room smashing into my guitar which was sitting on the stand, and then she hit the wall, lucky for her the guitar broke most of her fall. 

    Needless to say my guitar smashed in half and the wall has a huge chunk out of it.  Pretty much SUCKS!  It wasn't the kind of suckage I was hoping for tonight, but who ever gets what they want anyway?  The whole thing completley sucks so bad that I want to vomit and probably should so I can the nausea out of my stomach. 

   I am a pretty avid guitar player and don't know what I'm going to do now.  Obviously I can just get a new guitar but my freaking wall has a hole the size of a big egg in it and my parents are probably going to revert to the old days and get the belt out and whip my ass raw.  Also my favorite guitar in history is smashed up.  I didn't even get any action from Rachel because let me tell you, when your're fucking wall gets smashed in and your guitar gets destroyed you kind of lose any horniness you might have had moments earleir.