it's 2:02. i'm not in a good mood. there's nothing on tv. i have a lot of homework to do. i have to pack. i picked out paint yesterday for the new house. i'm listening to CCR. i need sleep.
holly just emailed me to tell me that she had lots of stuff to tell me that she couldn't tell me over email, only in person and that i should call her and we should get together. alrighty.
the beastie boys concert was awesome. i saw a boy who looked like he could easily be steph's brother.
my dad keeps cooking greasy food even though he knows that because of my stomach problem, i'm not allowed greasy food. he's actually started to cook MORE greasy food since i told him not to. he's trying to kill me. i know it.