Hmm, life sucks. That's all for now.

This is the photo album for the shindig. Photoshop makes me angry, so there is red-eye.


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Parties have been going on for a long time now. From Julius Caesar in-toga to John ( Read more... )

Welcome to Part 3 of the ever drawn out "A Night at the Hard Rock Cafe, Or, The Restaurant [that should be] at the End of the Universe ( Read more... )

Okay, I was typing this post earlier, and the window decided to close on me. So I had to type it again.

Welcome back to Part 2 of "A Night at the Hard Rock Cafe, Or, The Restaurant [that should be] at the End of the Universe"

Okay, so we were in this antique store and Lawton and I battled to the death for a book (see below), but I let him live. ( Read more... )

There's nothing like Friday mornings off. Then you gate-crash a party in the evening. Well, it wasn't really a gate-crashing, it was more of a "waltz in and have a seat" kind of entrance. But before I go into explaining that, I need to explain what happened before that. Okay (*takes deep breath*), when I got up on Friday, I had to finish some ( Read more... )

It's been a while since I've posted. Since then, things have changed. First off, after a small crisis between my friends was averted. Second, another friend went into the hospital. Third, she got out last Friday, thank the Lord. Fourth, the weekend was heck. And finally, today is Allie's birthday - 16, way to go! Last week, after the diplomatic ( Read more... )

Nothing important happened today.

Well, soon there'll be some more junk on this page (as well as Lawton's), as we are working on a script for, hopefully, a radio (or at least audio) drama. Since it probably won't be on the radio, it really probably can't be called a radio drama, but for the sake of the moment, that's what we'll call it. It's about a school and its surrounding ( Read more... )

Church was long, but good. Then came Wal-Mart. My mom and I must have spent three hours in there. I hate that store, it's like that Pitfall game for the Atari. Only instead of scorpions and snakes, there are rolling children and sharp display cases. And instead of swinging over a lake filled with crocs, you have to swing over a pile of jeans the ( Read more... )