my world has all ponies who eat rainbows and poop butterflies!

Pop-tarts, the tasty on the go breakfast treat. Gooey filling trapped in this stale tasteless cardboard like crust. I don't know how deeply you look at your pop-tarts, or what you see when you look at them. If you even look at them at all. What I see, though, is this metaphor for life.

Life is a balancing act. A unity of opposites. Every aspect can be seen in terms of the interaction of both sides. Positive and negative, right and wrong, do and don't, love and hate, yes and no, light and dark, happiness and sadness. This is the concept of yin and yang. There is no such thing as a perfect because there is always some bad in the good, but likewise there is always some good in the bad. Indeed, it is through the existence of the bad that we define the good. Without sadness there would be no happiness, or at least you could never know the full extent. Just think about anything you've ever accomplished, how do you decide just how big of an accomplishment it was? It's by the hardships you had to overcome to achieve your prize. We realize how precious life can be when a loved one dies.

When you eat a pop-tart it's almost like boiling down life to its bare essence and taking it in in a few minutes. The sweet filling bringing happiness and pleasure; the bland crust bringing an almost sadness. Just like joys and sorrows in life, each one contributing to the other. Without the crust the filling might be too sweet, and without the filling the crust would be unbearable.

Or maybe it's just a toasted pastry and I'm reading too much into it.

Hooray, we have cable and internet at the apartment now! Feel free to come over and like use us for our totally cool comcast and such. Yeah I know, we are frickin awesome. Don't act like your not impressed.

I can remember an almost exact moment in time when I met each of my friends. I can't really say exact dates or anything that concrete, (except in a few exceptions) but I have a clear picture of when and how we met.

The only person I can't really do this for is Justin, but simply because I met him before I was even old enough to form memories, I must have been not more than a year old. In fact the earliest memory I have of my life includes him. I think it's awesome to have a friend like that, not many can say they've had a friend for basically as long as they've been alive. Not to mention all the things we've been through together.

I remember meeting Dan Allen in third grade, I was in my class for about a month or so before they made an announcemen that class sizes were too large so they had a new class formed and took a few kids from some of each of the over-booked classes. He was one of the kids put into this new class and so was I. He ended up living just down the street from me and from there we just became friends. About 13 years ago.

I met Steve at Pioneer Middle School in 8th grade we both had the same math class. We were the trouble makers. I didn't really get to know Steve until part of the way through Freshmen year in high school, though. When I saw him up at one of the Varsity football games. We snuck into the locker rooms to steal the pop from the football players.

I met Jay my Sophmore year, well actually it was the summer before my freshmen year, during summer practices for football. I remember seeing him in the weight room and having him work out with me. And then once school started sure enough we had a class together.

Bobby I met through Jay, one day on the way out to football practice I remember seeing Jay and he introduced me to his best buddy Bobby. Bobby Jay Steve and I always managed to get the same lunches, which is why I think we're still so close, we were able to see each other and hang out together every day.

I met Jen Hueston through Steve. She had had a class with him in high school and one day called him up to buy her a pack of cigarettes. I was hanging out with Steve and we picked her up, she told me the story about how her ring went through her entire digestive system... ask her about it not me.It took those little birds a while but once it happened it was rare to ever see Steve without Jen, so I made another new friend.

It's kind of funny the way I met Julie, she took one look at me and ran away screaming. I met her halloween 2004 when she came over to my house. I'd say we really became friends though, starting from when I had lost my driver's license and one day I was stranded out in Garden City and everyone I tried to call couldn't help me out, until for some reason I got a call from Suzie and Julie and they rescued me. Then Suzie helped me biig time to get a job at Taco Bell and we've all gotten close from working together.

I met Suzie at Steve's condo, she and Julie came over to visit Jen. It was just a typical day. I never saw that much of Suzie, until that day she was with Julie to pick me up in Garden City. Right around the time I started working at Taco Bell. Which actually probably wouldn't have even happened if not for Suzie. Thanks again!

Here's when I met Jen Boone, even though, she may tell you a different story. It was in the basement of the drummer for a band called "Leper Messiah" which has since become "BattleCross". I was chilling with the band for their practice, when she walked in. I'll admit it, the first thing I thought when I saw her was "Holy shit she's freakin gorgeous". We didn't really talk much, though, which is probably why Jen says we met new years of 2005. It was then that we really talked for the first time.

Well, if you had the patience to read all that, and you actually care, (damn you must be more bored than I am which is really really really bored) don't be offended if you haven't been mentioned. Truth is this is getting to be a long ass blog and going through everyone would take a year. But, I was looking through my myspace friends and the only one I don't know in person is Mr. Werewolf, and I think we can assume that's not really a person. And everyone else on that friend list I can remember how we met, well except for Justin and his sister.