las vegas

the hotel is booked

the tickets are purchased

now I just need the rest

I'll end up there.

and to add to the joy, los angeles

to see mr. ross. .. junior.

A Fire

I think therefore I cannot sleep

not to be misconstrued by other tainted things

The thought of a ravaging wind, to forever pull on my strings

Blood sucking hosts, and demons with wings

They are nothing.

Nothing, compared to what I am.

I am an earthquake waiting to happen

A volcano on the edge of explosion

A tsunami waiting to drown thousands,

so that millions will know pain, and in turn joy

I am a lonely cause to a million scars.

I am a burning sensation in your mind,

a fire that caught fire in your eyes,

but was put out by the wind of the mighty hurricane

I fought to exclaim the truth,

but was merely pushed away

The blaze burns blue, 

and water hard as stone

A freezing, chilling, winter.. forever, winter.

Until the we overcome our unknown

College Papers complete

I'm done... thank God.

Until the next law paper... help me.

i hate College Papers

Once again I find myself writing a college paper and I'm so frustrated. Why?

It's not because I suck at finding resources (which I do, btw).

It's that when I write a college paper, I'm not allowed to show own opinions. I never feel more worthless than when I'm supposed to be talking about something but I can't use my opinions. Because mine don't matter. I have to have resources of people who do matter, because they're "intelligent" resources. Their opinions are, frankly, boring as hell. 

I can't stand having to write this paper. ugh...

Daytime Alive

Ok, so I'm in the basement at school. I've been reading Jason Offutt's blog "From the Shadows" (http://from-the-shadows.blogspot.com/) and I keep seeing someone walk back and forth in the reflection of a picture frame in front of me.

Coincidence? Perhaps.

But I'm working on DVD stuff, and deciding to continue editing.

RAWR!

So, someone I know, i.e. a certain family member has been bugging me to join the e=net world... and so I feel that I must join the addiction. I now have a blog, two in fact (adamweek.blogspot.com). But, I'm avoiding the twitter addiction as long as I can.

I'm going to be doing some browsing to see if I can... whoa... shiny...

Good news! I wrote the other day, 2 and a  1/4 pages of script (because that's all I write in now).

should be good.