i'm going to strive to make my journal Friends Only. i really hate doing it, because i have this hope that someone, somewhere, someone i've never met and will never meet reads my journal and gets some kind of pleasure out of it. maybe they like me, maybe they like making fun of me, whatever. point is, people have been reading it that i didn't ( Read more... )

stacey harwood and i were talking at village inn. she told me this.. apparently, this guy i used to be friends with, vercil, is back living at home. this past year, his entire family got poison ivy. it came and went, except for on his mom. her poison ivy remained for way too long. she went to the doctor. they did some tests and it turned out ( Read more... )

yesterday, no band practice, so desperate for food, i decided i would ride the ol' bike to drug town to get tortillas, beans, and barbeque sauce and twice grill me some burritos. yes ( Read more... )

not really doing much.

the last couple nights, i've made myself amazing dinner.. twice-grilled barbeque burritos. they rock.

this weekend? who knows. probably nothing.

because i'm lame.

long weekend ( Read more... )

thursday, i helped emily move her new piano. first off, pianos are super heavy. second, jim and the other guy were on one end, i was on the other. they almost knocked me down the stairs as we were carrying it ( Read more... )

tomorrow, i have work off because emily and i are taking her nephew and hopefully my niece to the zoo. that should kick ass ( Read more... )

this weekend was alright. nothing really happened, but that doesn't make it bad ( Read more... )

i sleep through anything. sunday night, 2am, outside my room, a bat got into our house. austin, anna, and melissa were all running around, screaming (from what i hear, austin was doing most of the screaming, because it went towards his head), and trying to catch it. it apparently flew into our toilet and austin threw it outside. i didn't wake ( Read more... )

in the mornings, i've become more and more confused as to what the horrible noise is coming from my alarm. i'll stare at it, knowing there something i should be doing or something i should know... but i can't figure it out. thus, why i've been getting up a half hour later than i should be ( Read more... )