oh shit.
i just remembered that sometimes my sister reads this.
i hope she has enough sense to not tell my parents about what happened.
or maybe i might somehow forget to get some prints in paris ;)

what the fuck.
im just sitting here doing nothing.
it didnt even occur to me that i could go to bed so i wouldnt be tired in the morning.
strange how the thought didnt even occur to me til i bothered to see what time it was.
i guess its routine to stay up til about 4 now.
how stupid is that?
4 and a half hrs of sleep?!

yo wank.
if you leave icq on invisible, you get less spam.
i get like one a week now, instead of like a dozen in an hour.
not that i really use it though. sept when manuel@work is on.

but. i know what you mean.
i used to get all these fuckers from china trying to talk to me.
this one chic from russia even.
i think they kinda got pissed though.
cuz i was asking them all about their countries when they just wanted to talk to somebody in english...



i dont think getting fired has quite hit me yet.
we'll see when i try to go to sleep and the ol' noggin wont let me..

hm.

im going to have a lot of spare time on my hands.
the unfortunate thing about that is that i tend to become even more lazy with more time.
ehh. i'll do it later.
that kind of thinking...

so. blessing or not.
i'd go with not. of course.
cuz.
they were just starting to give me the hours i liked.
seems to always go that way.
but.
you know what the silly thing is....
ive now been:
hired to work at fred meyer 3 times,
been fired twice,
been suspended twice,
and quit once

youd think id get sick of it, and theyd be tired of me,
but.
im going back for more once im outta europe,
and they'll gladly accept me.

huh.





so.
i was just fired.

so theres this dude.
in my english class.
who i dont think is very bright.
the one i had an encounter with at the beginning of the quarter...

i see him today with library books.
and hes fucking highlighting in them!
how inconsiderate.
but then again.
i wonder if he even knows they dont like that.....
i mean. libraries are even somewhat foreign to me.....

so i think i remember manuel blogging about this, but anyway:
we're watching this movie in spanish called abre los ojos (open your eyes)
english speakers did a re-make of it called vanilla sky.
i know some of you have seen it. its got tom cruise.
and the weird shit is that both the spanish and english version have penelope cruz.

anyway. i think its an interesting topic so far, but i hear it gets even crazier in the second hour of the movie.
im enjoying it.
but.
what i wanted to talk about was how cool subtitles are.
for a lot of the movie, i can read the subtitles, then before or during the talking, i can actually catch and understand it all.
so i can either keep up, or confirm that it is actually what i herd.
so yeh.
in the beggining of the movie, that one chic that really wants to get with him, but he doesnt want to "pisses him off"
heh. that was what the subtitles read. but the actor actually sez "toca los huevos".
which literally translates to touches my eggs, or slang, balls/gonads.
so. when youre pissed, its because someone touches your balls... at least thats how the spanish-speakers take it......

in my anthro class today, we were talking about primates. apes, monkeys, and whatnot.
and brain development was brought up, and therefore questions about an apes conscience.
the prof brought up the instance where koko bit a helper and lied about it.
but anyway. one of the students asks if apes have souls, feelings, etc.
i accidentally let out a laugh.
souls? fuk.
we're talking evolution, and shes talking about souls....
heh.

and i guess to round out my day, i BSed my way through english by lying that i actually did have references for my paper.
i have looked at some shit online, but she wanted actual books.
but really.. isnt that was a lot of school is all about?
finding the most efficient/effective way of doing a given task even if it isnt way that the teacher intended.
and also. its all about the final outcome (paper) isnt it?
well. thats what i think. non-conventional is good cuz it makes you think of other ways to get things done.
bloop.
thats all i got.
nappy time commenceth.

i think sometime when i have time again, i want to take latin.
its the base for nearly every word we use today.
well. i guess theres them greek words too =P

but.
i dont think they offer it at the kinda school im currently attending >=P

hm.
looking for stuff on Washington Irving and i find this shit.
i guess most everyone at the time knew the earth was a sphere, but they thought it was a lot bigger than colombus did.
so that fucker went out to prove them wrong.
and even though he was wrong, he benefited from it.
heh.

many a blog today.
my bad.. i didnt make it to school.
stayed up til 5 am last night,
couldnt quite get my ass up at 830.
anyway.

my prof didnt really refer to altruism, but he did mention that them drone bees are in a sense insuring their own genetic success by saving the queen so she can pop more of them out.
not that hes always right, cuz hes not.
but i think thats pretty right.

wait.
yeh he did.
that was his point.
sheit.

the ave's great.
while on my hunt for visa pix:

i got offered weed.
before i would be all surprised by this, but ..yeh. not so much anymore.

i also ran into God.
hes this black dude from washington DC.
he introduced himself to me after he thought i was following him.
sed he could hear me tip-toeing up behind him.
then he stopped, covered his mouth and started chanting something.
God works in mysterious ways......

yo calen.
its simple:
species move to a different location.
the ones that have can get the food source readily available to them in their new enviornment (via mutations) survive.
so. its ramdom.
youre fucking lamarcian if you think that one can just decide to change.
ex. girrafes once had small ass necks.
they decide they want leaves from a tall tree. so they try and stretch their neck.
UM NO.
theres no such thing that allows one to push "vital forces" to a particular part of the body.
and if youre thinking "well, them bitches in the Andes have bigger lungs and hearts"
well, dude.
if them quechua pop a little baby out at sea level, that little fucker wont have them big lungs, so HA.
gots ta be passed on in the genes.

did i get my point across?
i think i found a tangent. my bad.
im enjoying my biological anthro class ;)



heh. that guys just like a jesus freak but from the east!
you cant agrue with those fuckers, they have circular logic.
they always go back to the text, so theres no bother in arguing.
they base everything off of that.

oh yes oh yes.
david alan grier.
funny man... breast-isis. i watched return to me with david duchovony and minnie driver the other day.
he was in that.
the funniest part:
they work at a zoo. all these little kids around.
duchovony wants to get rid of grier, so he yells to a group of kids.
HEY KIDS ITS SAMMY SOSA.
and this little hoard starts chasing him.
heh.

oh. also.
that cristina show.
its just like fuckin jenny jones.
dun seen it.
kinda funny (cuz it be in spanish), but assed.

so i wanted to post last night, but our shit was down.
seems to happen a lot =P

uh. what do i got?
work is getting more fun as i am there when the younger and cooler people are.
but i got this one issue. not with work, but just.. yeh. well, you'll see..

so i was talking to this younger black chic co-worker, and shes telling me how she has this headache,
like one that you get when youre in the water too long.
i had NO idea what she was talking about. but. instead of having her try to explain it more, i just sed, oh yeh, sure.
so. is it just me, or does anyone else get these "water headaches"?
back in high school during winter i spent a helliuvalotta my day in the pool and i have never experienced this.
i know this is going to be a huge generalization over just one person, but ... do i say it?
but maybe thats why black people cant swim, ya know? like it throws off their equilibrium somehow.
cuz really, i mean i was in swimming for 3 yrs, and until we went quad A and started swimming with seattle schools, i didnt see a damn black person swimming.
and even then, i only saw ONE DUDE from garfield. three years... one dude.
(and he kinda sucked =/ not that i was anything good... but yeh...)
so thats my theory.
probably way off, but. i'll offer the idea....

i think i got a sufficient amount of sleep last night.
finally.
i'll probably be dragging after work though, good thing i dont think i have any homework =)
actually, i know i dont.
weekend.... so... .close....

so.
ive realized that when im unable to crack my chest, thats when it hurts the most.
right now is one of those times =P
i dont know why when i do the same, arms back, chest out, that it works sometimes and not others.
weak.

ok. maybe i am tired.
or maybe i just need some food.

i miss the days when i would just sit and blog about how the way things are.
but i always thought that everyone already knew how it was but no one ever bothered to clarify.
oddly, while in this anthro class similiar shit went through my head of the likes that wank was posting.
although i am curious as to the relation that i have for "keep{ing} yourself alive and relatively happy first"
with respect to air and the house.
in reference to the original intended inhabitants, then yes, that is purely pursuing happiness,
but as for the last move, i had no say in it.

my bad.
didnt want to get into that.
focusing on the other shit.
....thats the shit that keeps me up at night.
my mind just doesnt want to shut off,
hence my want for more hrs in a day, so the fucker can wind down and i can get sufficient rest.
out.

wait. wait wait.
drunken wank refers to rock vs. hogan.
but then he brings up the razors edge?
wouldnt that need scott hall?
whats going on!?
fill me in.....

good thing my comp was only out for a few days.
especially over the weekend cuz i could find other things to do.

i couldnt sleep last night.
it would be cool if days were just a couple hrs longer.

if it werent for the intermanet, i wouldnt know that a lot of people are still alive.
my little away time proved this point to me...

uh.
ive been out for a while.
nothing much to say.

but.
i was supposed to watch apocolypse now by tomorrow.
i went to blockbuster and two safeways.
none of them had it.
but they all fucking had apocolypse.
who the fucks ever herd of that lame ass movie?!

the lady at safeway offered to get that movie for me.
but um. yeh. thats not what i asked for.. thanks.
thats like offering to get butter when some fucker requests peanut butter.
did i even have to explain myself and put in a metaphor there?
no.
my bad.

some people need to consider laying off certain issues:

anthropology class:

prof: homo in Homo sapien means man.

feminist: it sux how it was named so there's no mention of women.

prof: well, you have to realize in that day that it was a generally male dominated society.

black dude: not by all males.


fuk. first of all, homegirl needs to realize that man AKA mankind means both genders of the species. english is probably the only language that you can argue that point.
everyone else (im drawing from my spanish background) with their genderization of nouns tend to use the males version if both male and female objects are combined in the plural.
bleh.

also. these people do need to realize that this was in the 1700's and what good does it do to bitch about the past when things HAVE changed?
why be bitter in the present about things that hardly relate to you anymore? that just brews up more hatred.
sure you can criticize it, but why take it so personally?
i guess im just a white, middle-class male and cant relate.
my bad.

oh!
and that black dude that i ran into in the cafeteria and at work....
no wonder he looked so familiar.
today as i go into spanish, he was leaving his japanese class.
same room.
i've probably passed him many times before.
weird how people are invisible to you until something illuminates their being....

well shit.
my computer gave out on me last night.
so. what am i to do with all my free time!?
forums are out already?!! sad.
i was hoping that could occupy some of my time.

so last year, this time.
(just to relive it for a moment)
i had my heart wrenched out and stepped on.
squished, trampled, devoured, etc.

that was all i knew of valentines.....

theres nothing physical about this valentines, but
emotionally its very good, and im happy.
its just another day anyway.
just that people buy a shitload of flowers and cards.....
boo to commercialism. i work in retail!

travron? airvis?

what i dont get is how smokers are so good to each other.
(is it cuz theyre a dying breed?)
what i mean is,
have you ever been around someone bumming for smokes?
it dont take much.
everyones so compliant to hand those little bitches out.
TO PEOPLE THEY DONT EVEN KNOW.
i just dont get it.
theyre so expensive, but people are willing to hand them out like nothing.
maybe its just the code...
if you give, then whenever youre in a pinch, someone will come through for you.
odd.

yes!
bed before 4.
i'll put that to good use!

after getting all i could out of the forums, i went to the cafeteria.
seeing that its african american history awareness month, we've had speakers once a week there.
today they had a guy come in to disrupt our lunches with a slide show.
this slide show included nothing but postcards that people had taken of lynchings back in the day.
people would send these to relatives and whatnot and point out where they are in the scene.
the man goes on to say that given the opportunity, he wouldnt doubt that people of the older generations
would continue with these acts of lynching.
ummmmmmmm. yeh. ok.....
maybe in the DEEP DEEP south.
and those people are dying or ded anyway.

it's definately time for a nap when i get home.
also. i didnt have spanish today, so i have to sit in the cafeteria for 2 hrs today! gHEy.
i was trying to read, and there was this fucker that sounded like BP that wouldnt SHUT THE FUCK UP.
when there was silence, he would fill it. sometimes by singing n*sync. what a fag.
hopefully thats not how you spell it. otherwise im gay. shit. i think im gay.
just under an hr til class.
boobs.

fuck you guys.

hahahah.
you know how word sometimes prompts the correct spelling of a month?
well.
i was writing chickweed for my paper
and midway through, i got a prompt for chicken porn incorporated.
tee hee.

that and fucking freecell...

blogger is cool cuz he listens to even my most stupidest stories.


.........i wonder what my writing would be like if there were no deadlines.........

i really should stop blogging about people i know, like, oh say, matt and shannon. lol, sometimes i forget that people read this when i am kind of running around randomly spurting out ideas. something that may be funny to me could be inappropriate to post. although, if i stop to take everyone's feelings into consideration before i post, i'll never get anything down.
-wank

YES.
posting about fuckers that dun me wrong gets me in trouble too.
why do you think i had to post about a spotless house? ;)

hey trip.
not to be an ass or anything, but at work today, i saw a dude with a turban and a beenie over it.
you ever tried that out?
one would think the first layer would suffice.
maybe he doesnt want to get it wet??

house dun bin cleaned.
pretty damn nice.
they always seem to do it when im at work.
wtf?
so then i feel semi-bad for not being around to help.
but then, i remember.
it was like 75% their mess anyway =P

but im not complaining.
when they do clean, its ballz out.
and it looks nice.
props to whoever helped.

oh. this fucker also tried to kill me just before that 5 way intersection below green lake.
he was in the right lane, i was in the left.
without looking or signaling he pulls into my lane.
the only problem was that he pushes me out of my lane and into oncoming traffic, luckily everyone was stopped behind a light on the other side of the intersection.
so. i thought the guy would notice me, and move back, but he didnt.
so i decide to honk so i dont get in a head-on.
in doing so, i look at this older man (50-something).
he screams like a fifteen year old girl and grabs the steering wheel at 10 and 2 all rigid like just like he woulda done back when he was first learning.
alright.
now he realizes that hes stuck in between two cars in two lanes. hes chillin over the striped line.
he slows and eventually pulls in behind me.
i showed that fucker.
look before you change lanes.
i had enough of an idea of what was going on to fuck with the guy.
heh.
i coulda slowed down and let him cut me off and almost hit me.
but no.
that fuck.
PAY ATTENTION!

coincidence today:
i went to the cafeteria at my usual time after spanish with that hour before english.
i sit down at a table with no people.
eventually this black dude and this other chic sit down across from me.
hes got what i thought was a south african accent, but i guess he was from kenya.
maybe its not just there and widespread throughout the continent.
anyway. he sees my spanish, he comments.
tells how hes taking japanese.
i see his o chem.
i comment.
i whip out my fat stack of reactions that i made on my farside calendar last year when i took the class.
my hour ends, i leave for english.

almost 5 hrs later i go to work.
im walking toward produce to get to where i clock in.
this dude in a blue lab coat is walking toward the bananas.
its the same black dude!
i went up to him and talked to him to make sure.
it was him.
he works in the fred meyer pharmacy.
heh.
we've been working at the same store for 6 months and wouldnt have met if it werent for school.
so then, i clock in and go about my business.
and then, of course.
i saw him like 3 different times that night, just cuz now i was aware of his presence.
weird.

its always an easy break
followed by a heap of shit.
be it work or school.
actually both.
AT THE SAME TIME...
fuck. no time for nothing but.

i'm looking through dans well laid-out MP3 list,
and im noticing that.... staind's gay.
air was asking if they were just becoming a shat cover band.
me thinks they are.
they first came out and kicked some ass with mudshovel.
but now they/will did/do sober, bring the noise, and crawling.
theres probably more.....fags.
what happened to that harder shit anyway?

hehe.
im going here.
im so excited.
AND.
theres a little pinky sticking up for my sister ;)

yes!
i booked over to shoreline library after i forgot to return the workbook i checked out for two hrs.
i got away with no fee!
(the lady sed not to tell anyone...heh)

i dont know if he came up with it independently, but
i like how wank uses the term nemesis light.
i remember bitching about that back in the day when i first started working at ballard freds.
that fucking light on 65th and 11th(?) always stops me.
although yesterday after coming home from work, i blew right through it.
ah. that felt so good!

back in my old hood, theres that one on 116th and 124th.
the one by wendys to get on the freeway.
that light is as long as that one 5-way at the bottom of green lake.
that one pisses me off too. >=P

but then....
theres those people that make me ULTRA happy =)

i hate when people borrow money from you.
and then after a while they get their own money and spend it right in front of you.
its like.
thanks for the loan, sucker.
but i aint intending on paying you back anytime soon.
hmm.
sometimes makes you wonder why you ARE NICE.
cuz apparently some other people never learned how.

also.
if they dont ask for it, isnt that stealing?

pissed.
i shouldnt be drunk this early in the day.

HA!
now i can be like tripat and the likes.
posting from school!
ok. so its not as great as i thought it would be.
these computers are ghetto.
and when i use the word computers, as in plural,
i barely get to do that. theyve only got 2 computers here that get online access.
heh. so ghetto.
why did i leave snobby (yet rich) BCC?
also. the library's fucked.
you gotta tell them the book you want so they can go into storage and find it.
there just aint no room for them to put them out for you to find them by your damn self!!!

im gunna miss the movie.
who the fucks done with work/school by 2pm anyway?
ok, me.
but i gots other shit i gotta do.

uh.
tired.
basically.

tripat.
watch groundhog day with bill murray.
its all in there ;)

and wank.
my sister dun already got herself a blog.
though.
all it talks about are soap operas and little babies =P

i swear i have ADD or something.
it takes me all night to write a paper.
and its not that im lacking on anything to write about.
its just that i keep getting up and walking around for a bit cuz i cant get myself to focus.
im sure a lotta people got this problem though, eh?

anyway.
paper dun bin dun.
im gunna hit the sack.
then go to bed.

its cool to know that someones always got your back.
lets you sleep well.
anyway.
i need this sleep
ive only been getting about 4 hrs a night.
if i hurry up, i'll get just a smidgen over 5!!!
yes.
luckily after tomorrow, the rest of the week is cake, and i can get more rest.

i was thinking earlier today.
its weird.
my prime talking hrs with meg are 2 and 2 twelve hrs apart.
kinda weird.
nothing significant about it though.
just the number coincidence....

anyway.
why am i keeping my ass up?
i put in a few smash bro rounds too.
for no good reason.
silly me.
i guess im not used to going to bed til 4.
whateva.
night yall.

ive got it!
why try to be self-righteous,
when you can be a slob like everyone else!!

i cant ever even seem to force myself to do homework.
this is not a good thing.

but instead of doing it, i'll even opt to sitting here staring blankly, doing nothing.
what a retard.

on closer expection,
these are loafers.

no wait.
its my fucking 11th toenail.
i spoke too soon.
it live on!
goddammit.

heh.
no ones going to make the initiative to put out even the first round of garbage tomorrow.
yeh. im bitter.

im with wank.
im all about the juvenile and immature posts.
jesus.
after years and years of being pulled through private school and church,
its the best feeling to just be able to be as crude as you can.
im all for it.
but good god.
that orgy site that manuel linked to....
if you continue with it, thats some of the grossest shit ever.
hardcore.

tripat rules!
is there anything that man can't do? (uh... shave?)
he even deciphered my assed inability to comprehend lyrics.
right on, guy.

so i dun be downamaloading that shit as i type.
hopefully it be dun before i make like a fetus and head out to work....
6 mins and counting.
shit.
i need to leave in 4!
audi.

hm.
so i guess im not full of shit.
got my anthro test back today, finally.
its the first time in a long time that i've been told that i got the highest grade in the class.
i didnt even fucking study! i looked at some pictures the night before. that was it.
crazy.
maybe its finally time for some higher learning...
people think the class is hard though.... bleh. 18 yr olds... =P

so.
now and then, when i get my hands on them, i.e. dentist/doctors offices,
i like to check out newsweek and see the political cartoons.
theyre cool. (the ones that i get).
today in spanish i saw this one.
funny shit.
uncle sam and fat sombrero-ed mexicans a la don quixote.

oH!
also. im finding songs that i liked back in the day but recently couldnt find them cuz i didnt know titles/artist.
anyway.
this ones still buggin me.
wank helped out last time i bitched about it, but,
no pressure this time buddy ;)

anyway.
the song is. well. if i knew the title, then i wouldnt be asking,
but. i think it came out in high school. jr. year or so.
... grim full of asher on the 45.
thats all i remember.
but. searching that dont give you shit.
piss.

hmm.
if you go invisible on ICQ,
those fuckers that you dont know dont try to send you boobs anymore.
trust me... thats a good thing...

i dont got much to say tonight.
wasted away another day for no particular reason other than
'i didnt wanna do homework'
so... i'll show up to class with my not even a half-assed attempt.
bleh.
i think only the final paper matters anyway...
i'll have to actually work on it by then.

uh.
random thing popped in my head:
theres this older lady at work maybe 40something.
she talks anyones ear off.
shes always talking about her family and other experiences.
youd think there was something a little off with her, but on close expection, all thats different is her
apparent inability to either get embarrassed or not being able to know that shes digging to deep.
back in the day, she asked misty if she liked me, and vis versa.
anyway. thats not what i was thinking.
what i was thinking was
on day i was checking next to her.
and i, of course, only have conversations with my customers if they are interesting, very personal/nice, or something sparks a little dialouge.
anyway. so im just doin my thing. whipping items over the scanner, and i overhear her saying,
so the other day, im in my sons room, and i found a dirty magazine.
and you know, i guess youve gotta expect younger kids to get a hold of these somehow, but i was kinda irked by the one that i found.
it was pregnant ladies.
now what kind of guy in his right mind is into that?
and the customer actually responds!
uh. yeh, theres a lot of strange people out there.
so then the checker continues:
yeah, so i confronted him about it.
i asked him where he got it. he told me he found it in one of the neighbors trashcans.
blah, blah, blah.

but jesuschrist!
if i was that kid, i would die of embarrassment if i knew what my mom would say to random people...
shes also always saying shit like her kids overweight and tall for his age, and she gets on his ass for eating bad and shit.
damn.
but i guess this job is perfect for a lot of older ladies.
they get to talk their head off to EVERYONE and they GOTTA listen for at least a minute or two.
and what also is annoying, is that they repeat the same fucking stories over and over.
myself. i get annoyed if i do that.
i only repeat myself if incited. like.
so, barry manilow, eh?

yeh... =P

anyway.
my bad. i dont know what sparked that.
that was like months ago. probably pre-thanksgiving rush....
whatever, im weird.
we all know it

i never thought i'd feel bad for sticking up for myself.
but sometimes you dont really wanna do it, but you have to protect yourself.
bleh.


so. i was only supposed to work 4 hrs today. 4 hours this week!
but they asked me to stay a bit longer. 2 hrs longer.
they didnt get me out til 2 and a half hrs later, but i guess i dont really mind,
what else would i be doing?

anyway.
theres this one boss, low on the totem pole.
gots this stick up his ass.
is fucking bitter that i didnt show up and wants some repercussions for my actions.
he keeps telling me to that i have to talk to the head boss.
i keep telling him.
yeh. ok. is he still here?
he tells me he is, and i must see him before i leave for what i did (or didnt do) on monday.
so.
i go take my lunch break after they decide to keep me for the extra few hrs.
and as im heading back out of the break room, i run into the big boss.
he cordially greets me as im kinda waiting for a, can you come in my office for a second?
never happens.... weird...
only a, well hi, travis, how are you?
uhh.. good thanks.
so. he has no intentions of talking to me.
so that one boss is just bitter.
he asked me ANOTHER time after i came out.
and i told him i saw the boss and he didnt say anything to me.
well, you still need to go talk to him. but hes gone by now.
what a fag.
this guy still lives at home with his mom and tries to hit on chix that are shopping.
since he is a boss, he gets to stand at the end of the lines and direct traffic when its busy.
instead of helping my ass when this chic unloads the shitload she piled in her cart, he just talks and talks his head off to her.
its funny. cuz hes doing all the talking, and shes not interested at all, possibly even frightened.
meh.
the funny thing is no one takes this guy seriously.
some call him a dick.
some say he has a stick up his ass.
others say he doesnt know what hes talking about.
they say hes just a big dork.
sad for him.
but it be true.
quit gettin on my ass!
it dont get you no where, you apathetic turd.

we also have to take these tests that are basically worksheets.
theyre on alcohol/tabacco selling and WIC (a gov. supported group that gives checks to parents for the basic food essentials)
anyway.
i dont take them very seriously.
when i dont feel like straight copying the answers, i make up something colorful.
i wonder if anyone even actually reads em..
heh. if they do, they might get a laugh.

its 9 o fooking cluck and there aint shit goin on.
manuel stopped by for just about the amount of time it takes to rub one out.
short st(g)ay.
now i got nothin.
im too tired to focus on my paper.
ive been up since 730. ghey.

its too fucking early.
ive been up for a damn hour.
why the hell cant i fall back asleep!?
maybe i should try harder....

work commences at noon.

somehow i got all my spanish homework done today.
there was A LOT.
yeh.
so. i think today was actually the first time i got drunk in public other than the ave.....
seeing as how i am always the driver....
it was rather strange.
had to maneuver around little kids and the likes in the mall.
but.
if theres partyage tonight, i aint being DD.
so HA to whoever.... if we actually do go.

so hm. alls i gotta do this weekend is my paper.
that shouldnt be too bad.

got me a new hat too. actually two.
what an acomplished day.

i keep missing someone online though =P

well. im out for now.
we'll see how the night comes together....