Part 30 at your service. We are now on our way to home and I am working on getting to the hexed point. If I could stay awake the whole way back I will continue to write. Mom and Elliott are having a good time talking. Before I forget I wanted to talk about my little thing with using a k instrad of a qu. I prefer to say skeaky instead of squeaky. Before the previous sentence I meant to say skishy instead of squishy. I hate writing in a car. The car moves and bumps along the road. It's annoying. It's gross watching my friends suck face openly. Holding hands and holding each other in public is fine, that's something that I don't find offensive and it's sweet. There is nothing cuter than a happy couple walking along holding hands. That's one of the pleasant things in life. Although when you don't have someone it sucks. Having someone is one of the greatest things in the world. People were meant to be with other people. We were put on this earth to walk and be with one another. God created Eve so that Adam would ahve companionship, someone to walk with and to feed the need of the human soul not to be lonely. People can't live without other people well. It is the loneliness that we can't deal with. Having someone else to help with that loneliness helps us not be alone anymore. If people were meant to be alone then we wouldn't build places so close together. I believe another reason why we live in a relatively close proximity to one another is that because we all have special skills and talents that others don't have, we often need to go and let others assist us with the things we need done. For others can do things that often cannot. Therefore it makes our daily lives more efficient and productive when we get help from others. That might explain chores. On order for things to get done and done quickly, it is often times better to get more than one person doing different tasks so that you can sit back and relax and enjoy life and think about things that don't make a huge difference in the end. Matters of religion and theological theories don't really apply since those are serious things that we as people need to come to terms with. Thinking about the meaning of life I find rather silly. All we need to know is that we're here on this earth and that we are living. If this were not to be then we wouldn't be here. It's as simple as that. It is because we are on this planet and alive that we need to respect. People who end their lives prematurely completely disrespect the life they were given and the fact that they are meant to be alive. Our purpose in life is something we realize as time goes on. Often times we don't see our purpose until we reflect on the past and where its brought us. From that reflection we can look forward to the paths and roads we can take to fulfill life's journey and most often bumpy roads. Our purpose and reason for living reveals itself as we go along. That is what is meant to be.
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part 31 is here just for you. I find that I write better when there is music playing in the background. I have no idea why. Its a magic formula I guess. My best poetry wasn't written with music in the background or maybe it was. In any case depending on the music it's easier for me to stay focused on the mood I want to show in the poetry. I have a relatively short attention span in case no one has noticed. Part of that is due to the fact that I think so rapidly that I don't have time to dwell on one thing for very long. Usually, I do go back and rethink things. It's a thinking cycle that ends up with me having thought things through thouroughly, so by the time I'm ready to verbalize something it makes sense and is very intelligent. That is why this essay is so random and why I've most likely repeated things a few times already. Then again if I mention something more than once it's pretty important to me. Sometimes when I do mention things more than once I have realized something else about what I've said or a different point to an arguement that I need to clarify for both myself and my audience as well. I shall return shortly. Dinner is served. Well that was interesting. I just saw Tyler for the first timesince before we broke up. That was not half as frightening as I thought it would be. He and his dad came by and picked up the rake that his dad let us borrow a long time ago. He is still just as gorgeous as before, if not more so now. I still think he needs a life changing experience that positively affects his views on life, love, and himself. There is still a great deal for him to learn. I wonder though, are we still really friends? Or is it a friendly aquaintance level? Who knows. Only time can tell that tale. Tis one of life's most profoundly interesting mysteries. What is going to happen next? We were never meant to know. That has been proven by the fact that what we think is going to happen never does. What does happen is what we least expect. That is another reason why life in general is so interesting. Life I find very fascinating, entertaining, and interesting for several reasons. They include the people involved in my life, the circumstances at which things occur, the places, the time of the occurances, and that huge factor of uncertainty. When you throw that into the equation, the possibilities are endless. The probability of certain possibilities occuring are greater than others, but nonetheless anything is possible. That is the best mathematical equation and the only one that holds a deeper meaning and common understanding with everyone. Nature is part of that equation. It's mathematically and scientifically mind boggling all that we can learn from a patch of grass. In my humble opinion all that matters is that we appreciate what was here before us.
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Part 32 is here and I am moving closer and closer to the hexed point. i will get there before the day is over. This is a lot of fun to do. We are going to finish watching Eva today. Neon Genesis Evangelion is a very good series. It challenges your mind and asks a lot of interesting questions. Thanks to Elliott I have seen almost all of the episodes. Tomorrow I'm waking up early to see Elliott off to the airport. I'm going to miss him soooo much. I'm tearing up as I write thinking about this inevitable fact which I wish wasn't so. It has been so awesome having him here. My closest friend is returning to where he belongs and is most happy. Knowing that he's going to be happy makes me glad. Still, it saddens me since I won't see him for a very long time. He maens so much to me that even words can't begin to describe how much I appreciate his friendship and how much he really means to me. I'm going to miss him beyond the words that I can describe or even grasp at their meaning. I love him as much if not more than myself. It's a sibbling bond that's stronger than blood. Seeing him go is like seeing part of myself go. There are things about me that he and only he are allowed to laugh at and rub in about my past and the child I was. The same goes towards him. I am the only link from his elementary past that he has chosen to be. He has no elementary school yearbooks-he burned them. As far as I know I am the friend he has kept the longest. how we became friends and why permanently escapes me. Its odd that I don't remember how. None of that matters though. All that matters is that we became friends and we've stayed that way. To me those are the only important facts concerning the beginning of our friendship. All I know is that he has always been there for me, to help console me when everything went wrong and when everything was good. Even if I didn't see him for a long time he would always back me up and he still does. I don't think I could ahve confronted Tyler today if he wasn't there. Even if it was akward for Elliott, he sure helped me out just by being there. He was there for me to fall back on. When Tyler was gone he gave me a big hug. That was the one thing I really needed, and somehow he knew. it was a huge comfort and reassurance. the toughest part of seeing Tyler again was over. I can move forward unafraid now, knowing that I have permanent backup. When things don't work out the way you wanted a hug is the magic cure for your ailment. It clears away the rainy days and the ugly gray clouds. A hug is the best gift ever. It's free and the best stress reliever ever. Just thinking of a hug m,akes me feel better already. Nothing beatsd the power of a friends hug.
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Part 33 is now ready to be written. Didn't I write something earlier about being on page 33? Well I don't read what I write previously until after I'm done writing. It's better for me that way. Since I am done crying now I can continue writing some more. Almost to the point of being hexed by Elliott. I just want to see what he's going to do. Well the music is blaring, so i'll write this now. It helps me write faster believe it or not. I have a nice big box of Milk Duds sitting on my bed. I want to eat them but I don't since I would like to sing along to the music, but I can't if I eat them so this is quite torturesum. Oh well, my life goes on. I am actually writing this before tomorrow. I plan on wishing Elliott a safe journey at the airport. I'm going to miss him. But I've already explained that so I am going to refrain from getting into that. It would be really cool to spend the day at dad's work. I've never really been over there. I don't spend as much time with him as I would prefer, but that is life I'm afraid. Before Elliott leaves I need to get Elliott to sign my autograph stuff. Kindly remind me since I forgot to do that in Louisville wich makes me kind of mad at myself. Oh well. i've noticed that I have more pics of the people here in Eugene then in Louisville and I lived there longer. Oddness.
Right now I would like to write about the tree I left behind in Ky. My tree was perfect. It was old and large. It's trunks were nice and it had big sturdy branches. It was nice and green during the summer. It stood near my bedroom window keeping my room nice and cool, unlike the heat trap I live in now. During the summer it was really nice to go out and catch fireflies there. Little birds would chirp on the branches near my windows. One time the city ordered the trees branches near the street to be trimmed so that big vehicles could drive by safely and I had a fit at the people who were going to nake my dad cut part of my beautiful tree. it was a good climbing tree if you could get up into it. Jigger got caught in it several times and we had to pry him out. It was a challenge to mow around. This tree helped create my little cave in my house, my perfect room. I want it back. My old house was perfect, even with its imperfections. Someday I'm going to buy back at least my tree. It is an icon of my childhood. On sunny weekend mornings I would wake up with the sight of my tree. That tree represents so much to me. I haven't conscienciously thought of what it represents, but I know I have subconsciencously. Otherwise I wouldn't have such a strong attachment to it. I aged with my tree. I frolicked in its leaves during the fall. When it snowed I ran around it. When I would run around the yard with my friends I would run around it. I love my piece of nature. It's mine-if not physically or by law-but in my heart at least.
I have just quenched my thirst. Now I can continue my quest to reach the hexed point. We are listening to 95.3 Q. Elliott just did this cool little maybe "dance". I wish I had a camcorder to record it. It's really cool and very funny at the same time. It's really warm in here. i'm almost sweating. The window is open. Oregon is nice and cool compared to Louisville where it's scorching hot. I have to wake up early tomorrow. When I have spare time i am going to finish up my wall of stuff and put stuff up on other walls so my room will look really cool someday. Only the best can go on my wall. I'm also going to scan more stuff. Cow and Chicken the cartoon rocks. It's really silly. I like Dexter's lab as well. I think I'm going to finish writing this page and then carry out my devious plot. A picture tells a story so that is what I shall write. End Part 33.

Part 34 is being written on Elliott's back. Then when I'm done I'll be at the hexed point. I told him I would be able to do it. I also owe him six dollars that I need to pay him back before he leaves. I'm not writing on his back right now-he moved away since he doesn't think I'm going to make it to the hexed point. I love cartoons. you can't do anything but take them at face value. Unlike the series where actual actors perform. Then it's open to criticism and all kinds of stupid human ways of not appreciating someone's artisitc opinion. Although Spiceworld truly was bad. Never trust a bunch of singers who can't sing to make a movie about themselves. On the back of my door is a cool twighlight zone poster that glows in the dark and is fuzzy. It's a poster of a door and it's on my door. Cool huh? I thought so. End Part 34.

I have now reached the back of the hexed page of my book. What is really intended by this I have no idea but I am very soon going to find out. Elliott has given me my mooing magnet. Does it mean something? Only Elliott knows the answer to that question. I guess this is Part 35 since I thought I was at the hexed point but in reality wasn't. Look 3 I's right below each other. Is that an omen? Again only Elliott knows the answer to that. I shall soon know the truth. This will be very odd. But that's part of who we both are. If we were not so then we wouldn't be us now would we? I didn't think so. As you can see I'm writing random babble to finish another page. I drew a badly drawn person to get here and I endured many hardships to reach this point in my life. Someday you will know of them when I write my autobiography.
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