Perhaps you're not as easily amused as I am, but note the name of the judge in the recent Apple vs. Apple case: Justice Mann.

I find that shutting off all of the lights in your house and listening to Nick Drake, Simon and Garfunkel and Wilco is a nice way to semi-meditate.

I kind of miss watching the sunrise in the morning.

I find it depressing to wake up when it's totally dark and getting ready for your day to find at the end of your routine that the sun went up without your approval.

I find it mildly annoying when people post vague away messages on IM.

I think that makes me a hypocrite.

I like having no-word conversations with people across a room. Especially if they don't speak english.

It bothers me that I don't know whether or not the word "english" in the previous sentence should be capitalized.

I realize that in order for school to end, I have to go back to it soon, but I'm still not looking forward to going back to school.

I miss the rain. Especially in the summer.

I feel a twinge of regret when I wish for days to go by so it'll be summer.

I think snow on the ground when it's sunny depresses me ever-so slightly.

I think I'd like to put more thoughts into this post than I'm actually having right now.

I think my English teacher would be appalled to see this post, however, a bit less appalled than seeing the average MySpace.

I miss someone right now. And I think that's kind of selfish of me.

I think this post looks a bit too much like pretentious self-concious poetry.

I think the previous sentence is too pretentious and self-concious.

I am not sure if "twinge" is a word.

I sort of wish I was out in the country right now.

I think that if anyone asked me about this post, I'd tell them it spoke for itself.

I find it mildly annoying when people think I write in this thing to entertain people while being vague about myself.

This post sort of contradicts the above sentence.

I am semi-purposefully vague about myself when writing here.

I don't think that's a good thing or a bad thing.

I don't want to go to bed yet, but I don't have much else to do today.

I feel like ending this post with something like "THE END", but that'd be kind of obvious.

iluvbenfolds84: i used to be a guy! damnit!

It's spring break now.  With a high of 31 degrees and snow on the ground.

I kind of want to go sledding, but there's not a lot of snow left on the ground.

The following conversation occured in a Casey's this afternoon:

Guy: Yeah, her parents are both from France. And you know what they say about the French.
Guy's Friend: That they're all wusses and the women don't shave?
Guy: No, I mean, the good thing about the French.

After his concussion, David realized that he should not have used a spinny office chair at his Bar Mitzvah.

Woah. Someone has actually made Garfield funny.
By just removing the though bubbles from Garfield, you have a sad and pathetic comic about a man who lives alone and talks to his cat.

icanmakemagic: i found the cure for cancer
icanmakemagic: but lost it
icanmakemagic: in my bedroom
tomamama29: well damn
tomamama29: just one of those days, isn't it?
icanmakemagic: i know
icanmakemagic: yeah

Ben Folds may be one of the most awkward, whitest men I've ever seen. But let me tell you, I have never seen an audience so excited over a man playing piano.
Nor do I think I've ever seen someone play maracca and piano at the same time.

"If you want to know what Hell feels like, come visit inside my legs." -Emily

Ketchup + Mustard = Custard
-Yes Maybe

In regards to the abundance of posts involving people's futures, I'd like to quote the words of the immortal Magic 8-Ball:

"The future is uncertain. Ask again later."

I'm in a small cramped room surrounded with really hot electronic equipment.

I feel special.