I feel so spoiled...
I am updating this right now from a wireless cable hookup. Yeah, Ken and I are finally moving into the 21st century. He's got the wireless connection hooked up to his latop, and for the first time ever, I'm laying across the bed updating my journal. Go us, I guess.
So I met up with my Dad at the Harley Davidson dealership, and it turns out he did put money dowm for a new motorcycle. I forget what model it was, but it's going to be red, whatever it is. He got me looking at a cute little Sportster, too. It looks like it'd be small enough for me to hold up on the road, but there's no way I'm going to be able to get a bike, even if I wanted to, till I'm about 40. Truth is, I wouldnt feel safe at all driving one of those on my own. Sure, I ride on the back of my dad's with him, but I know that he's been riding for over thirty years, so I have faith in his driving abilities. I'll probably feel different in a few years, but for now I wouldn't trust myself driving a motorcycle.
I brought him back home, and played with his cats for about an hour. I layed on my back, spread my hair out on the floor, and let them go to town in it for a while. For some reason, cats love my hair.
And that was the excitement for the day. Ken's off doing laundry tonight, so I think I'm going to force myself to practice my clarinet for like, an hour. I really need to get used to playing for long periods of time again. I used to be able to play for an hour at a time, but now my jaw and mouth get all tired and sore after thirty minutes. I also need to update my user info page. I put up a couple of new pics, but I need to get better ones up. And new info might help, too.
So I met up with my Dad at the Harley Davidson dealership, and it turns out he did put money dowm for a new motorcycle. I forget what model it was, but it's going to be red, whatever it is. He got me looking at a cute little Sportster, too. It looks like it'd be small enough for me to hold up on the road, but there's no way I'm going to be able to get a bike, even if I wanted to, till I'm about 40. Truth is, I wouldnt feel safe at all driving one of those on my own. Sure, I ride on the back of my dad's with him, but I know that he's been riding for over thirty years, so I have faith in his driving abilities. I'll probably feel different in a few years, but for now I wouldn't trust myself driving a motorcycle.
I brought him back home, and played with his cats for about an hour. I layed on my back, spread my hair out on the floor, and let them go to town in it for a while. For some reason, cats love my hair.
And that was the excitement for the day. Ken's off doing laundry tonight, so I think I'm going to force myself to practice my clarinet for like, an hour. I really need to get used to playing for long periods of time again. I used to be able to play for an hour at a time, but now my jaw and mouth get all tired and sore after thirty minutes. I also need to update my user info page. I put up a couple of new pics, but I need to get better ones up. And new info might help, too.