too much Carbon Monoxide for me to bear!

So I've spent the past few days in Lafayette. The heart of boilerland and my heart blackens as i say that it wasn't terrible. I don't get that twinge in my cream and crimson heart that I used to. I'm slowly accepting the fact that I will end up at Purdue. But that's not why I was in Lafayette.

As odd as it seems, I went to go look at wolves with my friends' cousins. That is the lamest excuse to drive for an hour and a half ever. But it was still pretty fun. I ended up staying the night up there. We played cards and I was accused of flirting with Corri's twelve year old cousin Tori. (i was just being nice) I went to there little Fourth of July sauree. I owned at miniature golf. It was an all and all good time.

Tonight we went to see the fireworks which were very poorly positioned. They were too low to go over the bank one building on the circle. It looked like the building was exploding, which was cool but not what I went to see. Kind of a let down for my first Independence Fireworks in five years. (i'm always at boy scout camp that week) Now I'm being an insomniac and breaking my Mom's crazy, "I wouldn't let you on the telephone this late," rule. And apparently I'm Goneril.

Well that may be, but at least I never slept with Lumbergh.

What the hell did we say? The Good Times are Killing Me.

I'll try and make this as little like Tolstoy as I can. It shouldn't be too hard as I haven't done anything interesting or funny since I came home. I talked to Alex once and he's out with another crew right now.

I hate my grandma's (dad's side: code name=Nanny) "friend" Darrol. He is way to serious even when he tries to be fun. He's hypercritical and passive about it. It makes visiting Nanny unpleasant. On a brighter note, I rock at miniature golf. Rustic Gardens is fun. If anyone is up for it, contact me cuz it's loads of fun.

I haven't seen Michelle in 23 days and it sucks. She needs a new car because hers keeps dying. I've been without human contact since Sunday. (Scouts and Family don't count.) I don't know where Essex is and I think Julia's in Ireland. Val is nowhere to be found but I might hang out with some people next wednesday but that's about it for social life. I should get my license. I'll work on that next week.

I'm out, I'll try to be funnier next time. If only I was better at that, maybe I'd have some friends worth making an effort to hang out with. I think that's my problem. I'll work on it.

PS: Jonah, you didn't answer as to whether SP2 was just for original SPers or if I could enter in the Contrast.

PPS: oh I'm sorry. I send my condolances down to Florida.
Wait, wait. You did what to that waterfall?