It's 1:09 in the afternoon.If you know me, then you'd know that I just woke up. Linkin Park has been playing for the past er.. 10 hours or so.....and still is...it's 2:37 of track 7 ...well now it's track 8.....speak of an insignificant lifestyle. Well like the warning signs Ralf Schumacher has been getting: shape up or ship out. There has been this problem of handing up college assignments and that's not the most brilliant thing to do. Geez. Kick monkey ass. Brit pop. Random word association. It seems I'm bored again and have nothing to write about. The sun's finally come out and all that is the sky is now a nice shade of blue and the glow on all the plants and all that is outside is suddenly glowing. Like in Green Hill Zone of Sonic 1. Oh wait...there goes the sun. I hope I get myself out of this. And I hope I get myself out of this soon. How much a person can take is really questionable. Staring at the picture of a CG Ducati is not the way to go.Pininfarina. Ducati performance. Lancia Delta HF Intergrale. Spider. F360. M3. Convertible. Rhythm. Division. Nobody's. Listening.