Kick at the Darkness

It's been a helluva long time since I've done an actual post so here I am.

As of right now: massive amounts of overwhelmed going on over here. College applications, missing people, mental health, physical health, hatred, forgiveness, re-connections, lost connections, depression, divorce, alcoholism, abandonment, and attempting to keep it all together and keep up with school work. ::sigh:: No, don't get me wrong, not all of this has to do with me. Damn, life would suck then, eh? Just family and very close friends. (However, yes, I am getting a divorce...) I feel a deep desire to bash my head against the keyboard nonetheless.

You know something's wrong when even the Gravitation soundtrack isn't helping. (For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, think of the most bouncy music you've ever heard in your entire life, then add bouncier vocals.)

As far as college applications go, I'm basically just applying to any place that sent me an application. A few SUNY schools, a few in Maryland, at least two in Conneticut, three in Pennsylvania. Not one of them is on the common application and the ones that require essays all want something different. I want to shoot them all. To my junior friends, I offer some advice: start your essays now. If you don't know where you're applying or what the essay will be on, just write a few random essays about yourself. Mostly about how awesome you are. Lay it on thick. Odds are they won't check your credentials.

Of course, I jest. They will do multiple background checks and possibly arrest you if you lie.

Well, I'm off to go destroy things or practice or something... possibly even work on some applications. We'll see.


EDIT: Okay, when all else fails, watching the live performance of Vanilla will ALWAYS cheer me up. http://youtube.com/watch?v=B9tTg2lz-k4

::sigh:: My last high school schedule... how sad.

1. College forensics with Skolnik (he already knows my horrible tardiness issues, so we should get along alright)

2. Orchestra with Scheafer, of course

3. Government with Penkse (Rm: Upper Libr?? Ooohhh) / Economics with Ponticelli

4. Lunch (It currently says English 11 with Vallone, but this will be remedied quickly.)

5. Gym with PORZIO! (B days)

6. English 12 with Korsen / Film Study with Korsen

7. Pre-Calc with Neito

8. AP Psychology with Penske

9. French with Latham

No major complaints aside from not having Moran for economics. Parillo talked about him all the time ::wink wink:: I'm sure I'll get over it.

Also, those of you who have said that you can't come tomorrow, if we go later, can you make it? I'm prepared to bend over backwards to get you to come. We can go at midnight and wait for the stores to open in the morning if we must, it's fine by me ^_- We can also just putz around this time and do serious shopping and such this weekend, if that works out better. Comment and tell us what's going on.

Oh, as for rides, Jackie's probably coming, so she can give rides to those she approves of ^_-

IN ADDITION: I think this is sort of important... we'll be meeting at three, not one, so as many people can go as possible.

Second, I figure we should meet at the side of the Gap, as it it now completely emptied.

Okay... Everyone else has apologized for their behavior on LJ, I suppose it should be my turn. However, I honestly believe I have little to apologize for. To keep your blood pressure under control, you may all stop reading here, but I really think it's time for someone to speak their mind instead of bottling it up like it is so suggested by several of you.

I mean NOTHING PERSONAL by any of my previous or future remarks. I of course love each and every one of you. Otherwise, I wouldn't associate with you.

Although I love you, you may find this a bit harsh... CHILL THE FUCK OUT. Have we all forgotten why we came to LiveJournal in the first place? I mean, aside from the fact that "everyone else is doing it" (peer pressure!). The concept of LJ was, correct me if I'm wrong, to write about the day's goings on, personal insights, perhaps to settle plans, and other things of the like, and to have ones friends comment or ask questions about said entries. It was originally very much like ones own personally journal that they would ALLOW, not FORCE their friends to read. However, if one is going to post something that they believe may upset those who read it, please, do yourself and others a favor, avoid the drama, and make it private. At the very least, block those who would be upset.

In addition, speak your mind on your own damn journal. That way, No one can yell at you.

So, to sum it up, I love you all with all of my heart. What happens on lj, please keep it on lj. Don't forget to take your pills (blood pressure or otherwise). Relax. Nothing in life should take up so much stress as some of you put into an online journal. Am I guilty of this? Of course. I think the circumstances were a bit different, but no matter. We all need to learn to take life less seriously. Yesterday is gone and tomorrow may never come. Today may be all we have left. Okay, I'm going fortune cookie again.

Breathe, my loves ^_^

Okay. It seems Monday won't work either. Neither will Tuesday. So...

CONCLUSION?! Wednesday at one. Comment with concerns or conformations.

Danke.

Okay, we've danced around this long enough, so I'm just making a very specific entry... When the hell are we going down port?! The only day I'm busy is Wednesday, everything else is free with the exception of, well, september 3rd.

Now then, everyone comment and tell everyone else when you're free. Perhaps we can finally set something up. I miss everyone and need to see you. As soon as humanly possible.

Thank you for your time. ^_^



CONCLUSION? : I guess this was just a bad week to plan... Monday, 'round one okay with everyone?

I'll actually update sometime soon, but I just wanted to say...

I'm not grounded!!! YAY!! I get one day a week plus Friday and Saturday. It's better than nothing ^_^

Enjoy the flipping happy penguin...

Two quick bits of exciting news, then I'm off. Hy head's been killing me since two ad it still hasn't gone away...

ANYWHO: Only nine months later and I finally got my permit ^_^ That Mazda will never be safe again ::evil grin:: My father is making me take driver's ed though. It'll take a large chunk out of my social/nap time, but my father's more worried about the insurance.

Point two! The actual exciting one! Who's going to Otakon? I'M going to Otakon! And who's going to be there? YOSHIKI!! Yes, one of my many loves, though very far at the top of the list. He's going to be performing, doing a panel, signing session, judging a fashion show, and... well... breathing the same air as me. Have I mentioned how pretty he is? I can't even describe the pretty. The best place I could find pictures (other than my own collective collection ^_^) was http://www.myspace.com/yoshiki I am an insanely happy kitten.

Another one of my useless updates:

I use this site fairly often for moon phases and little more. I wandered toward the jewelry section and found this :http://www.wicca.com/celtic/catalog/jewelry/A-Gothic/AG-medievaljewelry0.htm Oh, dear gods, the PRETTY. A good bit of it is pentagrams, but it's all gorgeous medieval, gothic goodness.

Enjoy ^_^

Normally, I don't post things like this unless I truly feel I should, or if it involves others. In this case, I just think it's funny.

Your Political Profile:

Overall: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal

Social Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal

Personal Responsibility: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal

Fiscal Issues: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal

Ethics: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal

Defense and Crime: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal

In addition: I really need to take out my sister's user name when I do "love" and "in bed" quizzes O_O

A proper update?! ::pauses for gasping:: So yeah, I think I'm just a tad overdue for one of these.

Light stuff out of the way first:
Sister already came and left. She got a spiff-tastic internship upstate so she could only really stay for two weeks. I plan on going up there to bother her quite often ^_^.

I just decided to make new userpics randomly. I was in the worst mood I've been in in a long time, more on that later. For some strange reason, it made me really happy. I guess doing something OTHER than allowing my cast-iron cauldron of issues to simmer over the blazing flames of negative parentals while being stirred with the large wooden spoon of extreme stubbornness was good for me (all hail the horrible metaphors!). Anyway, I think about three of you are going to recognize these people so it doesn't really make much of a difference. They're pretty anyway. (and I just didn't have the heart to get rid of Leary. Can ya blame me? ^_-)

So, yeah. Life's been... fun since my last actual post. As a continuation of my last post, my grades are still as bad (who knew it was possible to get a 6%? no less in astronomy? Hm.). Okay, I'll admit I don't have the best attitude as far as my grades go. I'm comfortable with that. I suppose that's the problem, though. My father's locked mind-set is that the only college I'll get into is Suffolk, and that even that's a stretch. Yet, he still emails me college information. Hm. Right. My mother's side of the argument is the same as my father's. She just added that she won't pay for me to go to college anywhere BUT Suffolk. (Quick note: SHE DOESN'T WORK. She really has no say on that matter. No money income, no worries on where it goes. Kthnxbye. (Okay, that was kinda bitchy...)) She still brought up another college that she thinks would be good for my major and that also doesn't really look to much at high school grades. So they bitch me out about how stupid I am (no, I'm not making that up) and how I'll never get anywhere in life if I don't, I guess, go back in time and improve my grades for this past year. For that is the only way I could possibly get them to stop complaining.

Enough of that now... Let's see... We've completely severed ties with my aunt. Not a good thing not a bad thing. It's her own damned fault really. That's what happens when you befriend people like Crazy, bless his heart. Good people? Yes. Trustworthy? Not so much. Trustworthy with your car and money when they haven't had their fix? Hell no. Why is this such a difficult concept to understand? Especially when these people have fucked you over time and time again. (Holy shit, I used to be my aunt...) Anyway, we really don't talk to her anymore. Unless completely necessary.

Well, I'm still nuts, that obviously hasn't changed. New boyfriend, for those of you who haven't been informed. I'm still friends with my ex, which is always good. He's like a puppy and I just can't hate him. Either way I'm quite fond of the new one ^_^ ANd oh yes...:

Because my best friend fucked me over for reasons I'm still completely in the dark about, we aren't exactly on speaking terms. The next Voltaire concert is going to be interesting...

So now that we're all caught up more or less, I best be off. 'Tis 3:04. The pup actually came over to tell me to go to bed about an hour ago. Yes, I'm serious. She went outside, came back in, went straight over to me at the computer and nudged me. She's very forceful, y'know.

Blessed Be!

Just when I thought she couldn't POSSIBLY get more childish/immature/juvenile (your choice), she has "de-friended" me on myspace. OHEMGEE!! HOW COULD YOU??!! Wow. Just... wow.

98% of American teens use or have tried pot. If you are part of the 2% that hasn't, put this in your journal.

Put your iTunes/Winamp/WMP on shuffle.
Say the following questions aloud, and press play.
Use the song title as the answer to the question.
NO CHEATING.


1. How does the world see you? - Semi-Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind

2. Will I have a happy life? - Mizerable by Gackt (No, I'm not kidding)

3. What do my friends think of me? – I Will Buy You A New Life by Everclear

4. Do people secretly lust after me? - A by BareNaked Ladies

5. How can I make myself happy? - Countdown by HYDE

6. What should I do with my life? - Gardina by Malice Mizer

7. Will I ever have children? - Scar Tissue by Red Hot Chili Peppers

8. What is some good advice for me? - Joker by X Japan

9. How will I be remembered? - Here's to the Night by Eve 6

10. What's my signature dancing song? Am I the Only One? by BareNaked Ladies

11. What's my current themesong? - These Apples by BareNaked Ladies

12. What do others think is my current themesong? - Ready Steady Go by L'Arc~en~Ciel

13. What shall they play at my funeral? - In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel

14. What type of girls/guys do I like? - La Vie Boheme by Jonathan Larson

15. How's my love life? - C'mon C'mon by The Von Bondies

I'll do a proper update when I get the chance... Things are kinda hectic now.


Bles-- You know...

I'd rather not have this as my "come-back" entry, but this has got to stop.

Six times this year my house has been egged. I'm sure most of you have heard something about this from me by now. Last night, though, they hit the cars. We're stepping into some pretty deep shit here, now. It's getting serious. I don't know exactly what I or my family did to annoy these people, but apparently it was bad. So if anyone knows ANYTHING about how may have done it or anything at all, please leave me a comment or get in touch with me. My father is more than willing to beat the shit out of anyone of these kids and/or sue. Because, yes, this is considered vandalism and it is punishable by law.

I haven't updated this in almost a month, so I figured it's about time, even if I have nothing to say.

No, I'm not dead. The past two days I've had this horrible fuck off migraine that I haven't been able to get rid of until later today. Monday morning it started actually, but it was only headache level, so I could deal with it for the school day. I was originally going to stay home on Tuesday to go into the city with my mother for her doctors appointment, but the headache had gotten much worse. It had reached it's evil little goal of becoming the bane of my existence; yes! A migraine. It really bothers me when people say they have migraines and are still waling around and doing things that "need to get done." I'm sorry, but if you have an actual migraine headache, there is no doing ANYTHING. A true migraine is when you feel like someone has a jackhammer to your head and all you really want to do is crawl into a dark, silent corner and be left alone. Sensitivity to light, sound, vibrations, the works. An actual jackhammer to my temple was starting to look good. I couldn't even shower. I started the water and was about to step in, when I was cut off by my breakfast wanting to exit the way it entered. Of course, my breakfast won the battle. I shall save you all more details by just saying that after more internal food fights, I still had to go with my mother.

I slept in the backseat both ways, so it wasn't too bad. By the time we got home I was actually feeling better. My mother really felt bad for dragging me out in the first place, so she took me to Utopia for a quick visit... I now know that I can spend forty five dollars in five minutes in that store ^_^. Rather spiffy shoes. 'Bout three inch heels, but still miraculously comfortable.

This morning, though, I fought with myself for about ten minutes on whether or not I was going to go to school. Stomach was still a bit off so I decided against it. I slept from about eight to around... two. Yep. Can I sleep or what? Go me! The rest of the day was pretty much spent watching tv. And this is why I'm one of those psychos who feels better when they're sick...

Blessed Be!

P.S. I think I've found a replacement for Last Song by Gackt... and this one's in English! Imagine that...

Alright. I really don't feel like doing one of my typical "in depth" entries, so I ganked a few quizzes from random sites and random people.

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Okay... Day's events before the rantings...

Well, school started as we all know. I have few people in most/any of my classes that I can actually talk to. I may be forced to associate outside of my social groups... this may end badly. I typically just meet people through other friends, but now I may have to talk to them myself. Again, this could end badly.

That's as far back as I go. If I start babbling about the day before, this entry will go on forever. Today, though, I spent mostly downport with Brian (the boyfriend, Di-chan ^_-) and his cousin Jessie. We walked around in circles for quite a bit before finally settling on a bench my a small beach-like area with Dean. Most of the conversation was spent trying to find a boyfriend for Jes and a girlfriend for Dean. Why aren't they together? I'm not quite sure. "He's not my type." Oh well. Just more work for me and Brian. But they will be happy, dammit. In the words of a once popular 90's television sitcom, "I'm gonna fix you, then I'm gonna fix you, then I'm gonna fix you, and then I'm gonna take a bath."

-Point number one: Why can't everyone be happy at the same time?! No, someone's always pissed off or depressed, or upset about something. In the words of my doctor, "... if it's not one thing it's another. If it's not your boyfriend, it's a girlfriend, if it's not her, it's your mother, if it's not her, your daughter-in-law is pissed at you." I just want everyone to be happy at the same time. Is that so wrong? Is that such an impossible request? Don't misunderstand me: if something's wrong, feel free to talk about it. I have nothing against that, if something's bothering you, you should always talk to at least someone about it. So I don't want anyone pretending to be happy, just to shut me up or to make me happy. It's just an observation I've made...

Something else that I believe was notable this week: I found out that one of my friends once had a crush on me. No, I'm sure it isn't who any of you are thinking. I'm actually not sure any of you even know them. I'm just mentioning it to make a point. I, too, had a bit of a thing for them at around the same time. But now, both of us have good reasons for not picking up a relationship. They found someone from their school, I found one from mine, and we're both quite happy. The unfortunate thing is that because neither of us said anything at the time, we'll never know what could have been. I'm not saying a marriage would have been possible, but we could have at least gotten some good times out of it.

-The point I'm trying to make is this: One should live in the moment. No, I'm not saying get plastered, don't worry about the next morning. I'm saying, act on your instinct. It'll ne'er lead you astray. Tomorrow may never come and today may actually be all we have. You may question a choice everyday for years to come. Don't make it the wrong one. It's a horrible thing to think "what could have been." ...or so I've heard...

So, I'm done being all philosophical for now. I was starting to sound like a fortune cookie.

Hanging out with Jessie all day made me come to yet another conclusion: If I ever start wearing mini-skirts, I give everyone here written permission to kill and/or beat the living shit out of me. My GOD her skirt was short... (not that I did much complaining ^_^) I just noticed a lot of guys FAR too old for her, looking her up and down. I don't think my death-glares went un-noticed though. She's fourteen for Christs sake... perverts...

After we wandered around aimlessly for hours, we decided to go to a movie. We ended up seeing the 40 Year Old Virgin. It was a lot better than I expected. One of those stupidly funny types. Anyway, as we're waiting outside the theater for the showing to let out, who do we see outside? Oh, yes. My favorite person in the world/ bane of my existence. Michelle. The one who made my school life a living hell. I won't get into details about the past. In a nutshell: she fucked me over royally. Not only is she mine mortal enemy, but, yes, my current's ex. Oh, the perfection of a moment. As soon as we look over at her, she and one of her little slut-buddies take off in the opposite direction. Okay, good. At least we won't see her again. Wrong. She comes into the same theater. Within sight of our seats. The bitch knew. She meant it that way. So all throughout the movie, she kept looking back at us, just to piss me off (Alright, I know I'm being paranoid here, but she kept looking back and there was no one in our general area. I saw the whites of her beady little rat-like eyes. After the movie we went to get food. Oh, yes. Pizza, perfect. Pretty Italian boys for Jessie to gawk at, good food, and no Michelle. So horribly wrong. She came in and out two or three times. Plus, she was outside flirting with every male between the ages of twelve and thirty five. She actually came on to the cashier at the restaurant and after she left, they started making fun of her. It was great. Other than that, it was a very pleasant evening. In addition to the already fucked up family tree: Jessie is mine and Brian's daughter. Hmm... yeah, that's a hell of a tree...

Blessed Be!

It's impossible for me to recap completely since my last post. Far too much happened. Too much emotional drainage... But what I will fill everyone in on is this:

My wrists feel tons better
I miss my sister already
I miss my Jackie more than I can say
My mind is continuously being warped by Gackt and X Japan
Rent is a kick-ass play
Enrico Rodriguez (Angel) reminds me of Kris V. so much it's scary
No matter how you feel that day, walking the entire theatre district twice will hurt the next day
I'm not having a Sweet Sixteen
Instead, I'm going to Philadelphia with Kerri to see Voltaire and the Cruxshadows at Dracula's Ball
We get our own hotel room ^_-
I miss someone who never left...
My mother cares more about what people think of me than I do
That annoys me to no end
Project Mayhem begins September 22nd
I kind of like the list format

And now the list goes away because I feel I need to clarify something. The person who I miss who never left... I was looking through my freshman yearbook last night. Every other face seemed to be an ex-best friend. I don't know what happened between me and all of those people. I don't even talk to them anymore. Drifting really sucks. Well, with most of them, they just stopped talking to me for one reason or another. Do I know these reasons? No, of course not. Because why talk to the person you're having problems with? Come, now, that's just silly. But with one person, one girl that changed my life, I truly don't know what happened. We'd known each other since first grade. We only stopped talking last year. We were so close for so long (close to the point where I own a shirt and a pair of undies of hers, actually, and she still wears my pj bottoms). We went through similar shit at around the same points in our lives, which really helped the both of us in the long run. We'd talk to each other for every and any problem, no matter how major or minor. A mutual friend started having issues that we were obviously worried about. The two of us would talk to the lovely Mrs. Frost every lunch period about our concerns. During one of these visits, Mrs. Frost did her own rendition of the definition of depression. My friend realized, "fuck. I think I'm depressed" so OUR visits became HER visits. Hey, she needed to talk to someone about it, I understood. But she kept me updated on what was going on, her therapy, her meds, the whole shebang. This was when the drift started. She stopped coming to me for advice and guidance. Hey, I'd been there too. Two years before, actually. She'd forgotten that. After a while of barely speaking she noticed we didn't talk as much anymore. Duh. Who's fault was that?! Either way, we became close again, at the end of the year. When we knew we wouldn't see each other for long periods of time. The next school year, it was like we'd never met. She was polite and pleasant towards me, but not quite friendly. It was like that for the entire year. Then, at a regents, she asked ME what happened. "Why don't we talk anymore? I miss you so much... We should hang out more this summer." Then she never called. She's seen me online, in stores, and she has my phone number memorized. It's not like she didn't have the opportunity to talk. To explain why she'd been practically avoiding me. Then last night, while I was reading through what people had written, her's said "Hey, Buddy! This year was very strange. I don't even know what happened. I wish we had more classes together. One part of this year we drifted but came back together. Again, I wish we were closer. I hope we hang out over the summer, make good decisions. You've always been there for me. Thank you... Love you soo much... Love--" Then she doodled a copy of a picture my crush at the time made. Why can things never stay positive? I don't know why I brought this up now... I just really miss her.


Enough of the angst... on to happier things ^_^

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My wrist is killing me, so I'm going to try and keep this fairly short... (Yeah, they're acting up again. Every so often my wrists feel the need to remind me that I'm not supposed to spend too much time on the computer. In order to do this, they cause pain. Usually, it's not too bad, but sometimes, like today, they say, "hey, we don't like you" and hurt like sons of bitches. So if you see me about town with braces, that's why. Carpal tunnel sucks ass.)

I went upstate the other day to drop off my sister and take her on a bit of a spree at WalMart. I thought I was going to spend two nights, but while packing my father asks why I'm bringing so much stuff. So for one night we stayed. We went to Koto, a hibachi restaurant across the street from the hotel. Hibachi, for those who don't know, is one of those spiffy Japanese restaurants where the meal i prepared in front of you. The last time I went with just my father and we sat at a regular table, overlooking the hibachi tables. One of the chefs was freaking awesome. HIs name was Jason, and was therefore dubbed "Hibachi boy Jason." Every few seconds he'd take out the squirt bottle of sake, yell "SAKE" at the top of his lungs, and squirt some into surrounding mouths. He'd also randomly flip chicken into said mouths. I figured he'd jad a long day or too much to drink. Either way, he was highly entertaining (not much to look at, but entertaining none the less). I'd told my sister this story several times before we came and she wanted to see him in action. When we got there I didn't even see him. (Ow, my wrist!) Long story short, he was our chef ^_^. Not quite as entertaining the second time around, but he had a little onion campfire going for a bit.

We dropped my sister off at her dorm the next day and left for home. I made my father listen to Jrock ^_^. He equated Gackt with Ricky Martin. "So THAT'S where he's been the past ten years! In Japan!" I was between cracking up histerically and being offened to the point of shooting him. Oh well.

So today I have a doctor's appt. at 3:30, then I'm going out with my mom for a bit. TOmorrow I'm going into the city for my mother's doctor's appt. and apprently staying over Kerri's. Thursday I'm going out with Brian. And Friday I think something's going on but I don't remember what... I'll figure it out.

Blessed Be!

"Being young is fucking brutal but the best part is you can change yourself. You can become what you will yourself to be. It's entirely easy if you just stop letting other peoples opinions dictate your actions. Oh by the way that is the hardest thing to do. Enjoy the challenge and in 10 years you'll be everything you thought you could be. Anyone who is doubting this or saying it sounds "too goody-goody" or "fairytale-ish" is still living with fear in their heart." I found that on Dane Cook's website. FAQ's and such. I thought it was nice.

Well, today was my sister's last day on the island before going back up to school. We each got our hair done at a new place off of 25A. Robert something or other. First off, very pretty atmosphere. I'm not quite sure what they were aiming for, but they ended up with almost a Venetian ambiance. Very pleasant. Second, shampoo boy, Zach, also very pretty. Most likely gay, but I still enjoyed the fact that he needed to wash my hair twice to get the dye out ^_^. He had nice hair, too... THen I spent a good twenty minutes talking with the woman who was doing my hair, Lynn, about movies based off of real accounts. I mentioned Swing Kids and she freaked. "I've never spoken to anyone who's heard of that movie!" I loved it. We went from that to Rwanda, back to the holocaust, to other depressing movies, to the civil war... I officially love that woman. PLus, I asked for a trim and she said she felt bad doing that, because it costs the same for a style. So she went a bit scissor happy. Long story short, I have layers. She even thanked me afterwords for letting her do it. She's so awesome! ^_^

Then we went to Dave and Buster's for a bit, since my sister's been wanting to go since she got home in May. We didn't stay long because my mother wasn't feeling well, but I did get a chance to play my Whistle Stop game. You know, the one that has the prizes in vertical columns that go around in circles and you have to line up the red line with the arrow? I rule that game. I RULE that game. I got a spiffy watch and random stuff for my parents. I like finding things I'm good at ^_^.

Afterwords, I was still bored so my sister and I went out to the mall. A bit of a mistake. A good hundred screaming teen-aged girls lined up outside of FYE. One girl that had just walked out of FYE had said, in an ear piercing voice, mind you (I am NOT making this up) "OH MY GOD!! I JUST MET TYLER HILTON!! OH MY GOD! HE TOUCHED ME!!" And these are the people that are in our immediate area, ladies and gentlemen. These are the people we will work with in the future, these are our doctors, our scientists, our airline pilots. I fear the future.

Blessed Be! (and good luck to us all)