Unedited Mind of Brandon Roper

Whilst it has become apparent that this page has no sound advice for existence, I have chosen it as a means of chance for the time. Because there is no link to this page, no one can access it unless they log into my account, hear the address from me, or randomly find it, most of which are next to impossible involving my knowledge of the subject. But I am not much of a hacker yet so this could all be entirely possible. But what kind of hacker wants to delve into my personal life anyway. As far as I know, I do not even rank in the listing of computer nerds and I am very behind in my basic knowledge of computers from my counterparts. Enough said, the page can begin.

1. As the main extent of my thoughts has been driven towards my female counterparts, and the fact that it is the only really personal thing that I have, makes it appear almost normal that this page would focus on them and my interests towards them. Many people know that I like Rachel Evans of Oakley, Utah. Many people also believe that my chances are extremely high in achieving my desire. So the question for the day lies in how I percieve these chances. I have done almost nothing, besides calling her twice and having my friend call her and her friend numerous times. They all stress the same basic idea, that to achieve requires an amount of effort. I can agree with this right up until they say it must be my effort. Why me? is the question I consistently ask. Is it possible for fate or destiny to take charge of such a situation and force us together. It always works in the movies.

2. My obsession with being a hero has reached new heights. I have always dreamed of someday being a hero like those on TV and movies. But I stopped watching those and my obsession has only increased. Needless to say much of my heroic acts involve my winning Rachel but they also go beyond that. In my head is a continuos adventure growing in depth and detail. Some of my favorite dreams are:

A. As she is looking at me in the hall while I walk towards her, police storm in and promptly arrest me in a very brutal manner involving my face smashed against the wall.

B. She is watching me in the hall when a large group of angry gangsters run up to me and beat the crap out of me. Towards the end, one pulls out a baseball bat and slams me on the head, knocking me unconscious.

As you can see, my head dreams up matters that really do not involve heroism at all but instead brutal violence. In addition, none of these encounters would ever make Rachel like me, instead she would like me less, and I would be much worse off than before the incident. It should be noted that most of the gruesome details were taken off of the descriptions. Each one of these sequences would take around 15 minutes to occur in my head, with every detail recieving attention.

3. My anger with the real world for not allowing such incidents to occur for me has also grown. I have become very moody without any real reason for such an occasion. I can have the best day and suddenly it will be the worst day when something does not go in my favor.