Rip the stars down...
- So here's how it goes...
- Friday was an awesomely easy school day, with the exception of that god-forsaken pre-cal test. After school I got a ride home form Juliana in her pimp-mobile/red honda, and then George and myself went golfing. We played 8 holes in about an hour and a half... "why 8 holes?" you ask... Well, the people at Mount Hood are being absolut bastards about tee-times and such. Friday night I hung out with R Diddy, JJ, McKitchens, Zeb, and Capt. Schmorgan and George for a little. That didn't go too smoothly, but luckily everything got worked out soon enough.
- Last night was a good night with very few problems. It was Kitchens' going away party, which was a little disheartening, but all in all it was easy going fun. We ordered Petrone's, and when Juliana and I walked into Petrone's guess who we saw... Alex Trav, Andy Mack, Pearson and Jesse! It was an interesting run in, and we sat and chatted for a while before returning to distribute the $44 worth of food. That really isn't as much food as it might sound, and the bill was exactly $44. No more. No Less. We all ate, and then we spent most of the rest of the night outside. It ended up that everyone was happy except Ray, on account of a completely untrue rumor. Really nothing happened at all. I swear on my life and my honor.
- Overall, I feel way better about myself, and I've decided to let shit happen a little more and stop worrying so much. Whatevers gonna happen will happen, and I'm not gonna push anything. I'm also pretty much done being mean at all. Its no fun anymore.
- I played golf today, and I'm pumped for this thing on Tuesday.
---------------------------------> Peace
--------------------------------------> Geefer/Jeff