HOLY SHITABOCU
Yeah Yeah Yeah....It's been a while...Deal with it.
I'm home for the summer where I am currently doing absolutely nothing. Hopefully working at the track until I go back to school...But we'll see.
I'm at my Uncle's house in Long Island right now trying to fix my financial aide...which has been fucked up since I started going to Farmingdale...oh well.
I was finally able to see Amy. We went to Spectrum 7 and ate cake. Oh yeah, we also saw Ladies in Lavender...GO MAGGIE SMITH. hahahaha....oh the Violins. So we start watching the movie and Jane Conch spots a young chap washed up on the beach...Because we were the only ones in the theater Amy says (not turns and whispers, which would be proper movie edacate)..."I have a feeling deep down in my heart that he may be a great violinist..." Turns out she read up on the movie...this I didn't know. So half way through the movie when the audience finally figures out this Non-English speaking Pollack is actually a world class violinist who knows everything under the sun....I was totally floored. I thought she might have like a sixth or even seventh sense. haha. Pooh on me.
I'm sure there will be more to talk about later...but now...I will smoke a cigarette while reading a book written by a Penn Dutch. It's actually quite funny. OHHHHHH
Matt and I are no longer on speaking terms. My ex that is. Father's Day he called me at 2:30 in the morning...because I was tired...as most people do when they are tired...I was sleeping and didn't pick up the phone. The message went along these lines:
"I've been drinking and I do some of my best thinking when I'm drunk. You always wanted me to be honest...here goes. I don't want you to call me anymore. I think you are a child and you need to grow up. If you call me again I'm going to [ick up the phone and tell you that I don't speak 'dirty whore' and hang up."
Well that was nice of him. I wasn't completely shocked and left him a message telling him that we had a good time while it lasted and I wished him luck. I also called him on the Fourth of July...Just saying that my cousin Ian may be sent to Iraq and that I wanted him to tell his best friend, a Marine, that when Dave leaves to take care of my 'SeaBiscuit'. (SeaBee, for all those who have no idea what I'm talking about...are construction workers for the Navy)
So that part of my life is past. (big Sigh)
later all.