Sometimes I wish the world was reversed. Then, I think, I might fit right in.
We should start an Insomniacs Club on NMU's campus. Then, maybe, I'd actually have someone to talk to.
Speaking of talking to (well, actually it has nothing to do with talking to anyone, it was just my way of changing the subject without it being abrupt and awkward...which I think I screwed up.)
Anyway.
So I was just scanning the list of other bloggers in Marquette, when I came across one that I thought was interesting. Obviously, I'm not going to say who it was, 'cause that'd be rude. And while I'm not above being rude, I'm still not going to say.
Right, so, my attention was caught by a few things they said and I decided to read their blog. So I did. And then I went and read their archived posts.
Now my question is: Does this seem slightly stalkerish to anyone besides me?
I mean, I'm the one who did it and even I'm freely admitting it's weird. It wa
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:sigh: I'm in a very sighing mood. I'm not sure why. I don't think I'm ever really sure why I feel the way I feel at the particular moment I'm feeling it. That should make sense but I'm not sure if it actually does.
Anyway. It's been a while since I wrote something so I figured I should, well, write something.
My nose is clouded with the smell of warmth. It's a faint burning smell from a hot lamp mixed with the salt of my flesh and the faint perfume of my shampoo.
The burning is the strongest. It makes me think of fire. Not like a campfire, more like a warehouse fire. Makes me think of flames all around, lancing up and down the sides of discarded wooden crates. My uncle's business makes shipping crates. I imagine that he would be disappointed by the joy I get from this vision. The fire is orange. Warm. Like a blanket you would curl up in if you never wanted to wake up. Sometimes I don't want to wake up. Many times I don't want to wak
I found it. The motorcycle I want.
The Dodge Tomahawk.
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It's just about the coolest thing I've ever seen. And I've seen some cool things.
What is it, you ask?
Well, I'll tell you. See these people over at Dodge were looking for a way to showcase the sheer power and monstrosity of their Viper engine. So what did they do? They gave the engine wheels and a seat.
Yes, indeed, I tell you no lies. The Dodge Tomahawk is a motorcycle made from a TEN-CYLINDER DODGE VIPER ENGINE!!!!!! Now tell me that doesn't rock?
And get this, it's technically not even a motorcycle. It has four wheels. Count'em. Four. Each operating independantly.
This bike is just awesome. It gets 0-60 in 2.5 seconds. It goes a theorectical 300 miles per hour.
I want this bike. I don't care if it's technially a concept car. One day, I will own one of these. Even if I have to make it myself.