Sunday Night

So I'm working on my poetry porfolio, and I have three more to do. I really don't like having to be told what to write.. It takes away from the creativeness of it. I write to write. I don't like picking a subject and then writing about it with a deadline. It sucks.

Besides, I can't write about what I want to write about. Like lyrics and my story that I've been writing.

I've been working on a band name, ever since we found out the one we liked is already taken. I think I found one. I just got to ask.

My friend just sent me this:
http://news.aol.com/article/man-kills-sisters/403079?icid=mainhtmlws-maindl1link3http%3A%2F%2Fnews.aol.com%2Farticle%2Fman-kills-sisters%2F403079

This guy killed his two sisters. Stabbed one to death, and decapitated the other. It was her birthday. Her 5th birthday. Honestly, I can never understand how people can do such things. It's sick, and disgusting.

Ha. She just read a story about this guy that shot himself in the head with a nail gun. It didn't kill him and he didn't even know he did it. He thought the pain was a toothache. All I can say is wow. And continue laughing.

I'm watching this commercial about how people never knew how fattening butter is/was and they have this new butter thing, but the people back then are stick-thin and people these days aren't. There are more obese people these days when we have 'good' butter... I love the irony that people don't see.

I'll be on later tonight, and finish this up then. Till then,

~Ryan