The same song plays over and over again. Four minutes and forty-eight seconds of Taking Back Sunday fills the room in a constant echo. Why does everything seem so unhappy? Why does everything feel so burned out and pointless? Everyone says there's hope. They always say that there's meaning behind it all…but I can never seem to grasp it. It feels like a constant spin of anger and depression, maybe a day or two of false happiness, then back to hell again.

While living in Brevard County, Florida, your best source of quality local news comes from the Florida Today newspaper. I signed up for the online news notifications not because I wanted to stay up to date with current events, but because I needed a good laugh from day-to-day. I don't think that the news stories are intended to be humorous, but how can they not with headlines like these:

Up until a few minutes ago I was confident that I was the victim of, perhaps, the greatest conspiracy of all time. It all started with myself, two cats, and a pair of nail clippers.

Sitting here, waiting for trick-or-treaters to knock on the door so I can scare them away.

Some things you wish you could do all over again:

The odds that rage against me
And the pain that they instill
Will not discourage all my dreams
Or terrify my will

A craving for chocolate milk last night ended up with a trip to the store to pick up milk and chocolate syrup. Little did I know that this trip would forever change the way I feel about Hershey's Chocolate Syrup…

So I got home from work a little after 5pm and ended up falling asleep around 6pm. When I woke up, it was dark outside. Not like a midnight dark, more like an early morning dark right before the sun comes up. I rolled over and grabbed my cell phone, opened it up and looked at the time. At this point, my eyes were still heavy and it was hard to see exactly what the numbers read. It looked like 7:30. Shit! I have to be to work at 8:00am!

This is my formal explanation as to why I now have a MySpace account, even though I already have MY SPACE right here at laviska.com (and plenty of it). The truth being, I fell victim to peer pressure and was finally convinced to sign up last night. I created an account, made a few changes to the theme (because plain is just boring), and started searching for some people I know.

Ah, yes…fake Mexican food again tonight. I'll probably never learn to decline the urge to gluttonize when it comes to dinner at Taco Bell. The trick, I have learned, is to order the perfect amount of food. Not ordering enough is sure to leave an unforgiving hunger right before bed, and eating too much can almost be tragic!