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i got back to enterprise wanting to chill out and not really do anything, but before i could do anything about it my dad took me and william to the beach for a couple of days to help repair hurricane damage. not like damage to the house, damage to the 25 ft. bluff in front of the house. it was horribly futile. since the big storm a few weeks ago--which knoked our stairs down completely and took half the yard into the Gulf--another 2 or 3 feet has fallen off onto the beach below, so my dad had a retaining wall built on the beach and we had to help him build a series of smaller walls that criss crossed the bluff in front of the house to help hold the bluff up while we get some sand brough in via DUMPTRUCK to help replenish the beach.
it sucked. bad.
i wanted to be here drinking at matt sawyers house while his mom is out of town. i wanted to be here riding. i wanted to be here visiting my grandmother, and possibly buying a playstation (ive never had one before and i thought it would be cool).
what a crock of shit.
and the Foy family reunion sucked too. its only saving grace was the fact that i got to get drunk poolside at the Eufaula Country Club with my cousins byron, frances, and margaret, whom i rarely get to see anymore.
finally i wanted to hang out with some of the remnants of the college kids i know in town and go out to the farm and drink and such, but they all either ended up either wigging out or not wanting to come for whatever reason. dammit.
i want the new Coldplay album, its awesome. speaking of music, i cant wait to get back to school and utilize my newly working computer that ive had for a year to illegally download load 2000 songs from my roomate Scott's computer. mmmmmmm.....music.....
ive had a particularly strong hankering for the works of Jack Johnson lately. because he's the shit. all of his album covers are made of recycled cardboard.
i'm adding a favorite pickup line of a camper i had in my cabin 3rd session this summer to my favorite quotes on facebook. he said he used it on a girl at one of the two dances we have each session with nearby girls' camps, but he got shot down. his name is Tazwell "Taz" Flowers and he is possibly the coolest 12 yr old alive.
it sucked. bad.
i wanted to be here drinking at matt sawyers house while his mom is out of town. i wanted to be here riding. i wanted to be here visiting my grandmother, and possibly buying a playstation (ive never had one before and i thought it would be cool).
what a crock of shit.
and the Foy family reunion sucked too. its only saving grace was the fact that i got to get drunk poolside at the Eufaula Country Club with my cousins byron, frances, and margaret, whom i rarely get to see anymore.
finally i wanted to hang out with some of the remnants of the college kids i know in town and go out to the farm and drink and such, but they all either ended up either wigging out or not wanting to come for whatever reason. dammit.
i want the new Coldplay album, its awesome. speaking of music, i cant wait to get back to school and utilize my newly working computer that ive had for a year to illegally download load 2000 songs from my roomate Scott's computer. mmmmmmm.....music.....
ive had a particularly strong hankering for the works of Jack Johnson lately. because he's the shit. all of his album covers are made of recycled cardboard.
i'm adding a favorite pickup line of a camper i had in my cabin 3rd session this summer to my favorite quotes on facebook. he said he used it on a girl at one of the two dances we have each session with nearby girls' camps, but he got shot down. his name is Tazwell "Taz" Flowers and he is possibly the coolest 12 yr old alive.