Friday, February 27, 2009

I think I'm done.


I'm retiring from fish. It has been made evident today that I would not make a very good father... at least to a fish.

So Clive, you were wonderful. We had some really good times. I will respect your wishes and remember you as my one and only fish.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Just an update on Clive Staples...


He's definitely dead. Rexosaurus is taking advantage of this moment and has decided to eat him.

Okedoke........ now you know.

C.S. Lewis is brain dead.


He won't eat, he won't speak, and won't swim straight.

I've poisoned him... And he will never recover fully... :( I'm devastated.

Monday, February 9, 2009

My Truman Show


I saw The Truman Show when I was 11 years old. I loved the movie, and it quickly got to my head. The more I thought about it, the more I began believing that I too was being followed by thousands of tiny cameras capturing every detail and moment of my life!

The clues were everywhere.

I would have just finished my sandwich on a Saturday afternoon, then five minutes later receive a call from my "friend" Stephan asking me how my lunch was and if I wanted to come over. What?! How could he know I was eating lunch just moments earlier?

When returning home from school, my mother would tell me that I needed to finish my math homework before I could hang out with Kyle down the street. WHHAT??! How did she know I had math homework!? THE CAMERAS!

Of course I didn't want the world to be disappointed with my life, so I began talking to the mirror in the morning, doing dances on my way to the kitchen, and telling funny jokes to the dog. Luckily, that idea slowly wore off, and I returned to a normal childhood soon after. Now, I'm not gonna lie, this thought still enters my head every so often. Though I don't do a weird dance on the way to the caf or talk to the mirror, I do wonder what people would think about my life if I had my own "Truman Show."

They would be bored. Really, really bored. And here's why.

I can't stop smiling. I can't stop thinking about this girl. So if you were going to tune into The Bryan Show, you'd have to be OK watching hour after hour of a boy sitting in his room, who can't wait for the next time he gets to see her... And I'm totally OK with that.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

I know this girl...

... and I like to have breakfast with her. We eat eggs. Sometimes we eat them scrambled, sometimes we eat them chunky. It depends on the day.

We're on a date right now.