Saturday, July 02, 2005

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?

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