Urg . . .
I need to change my oil. And I should go to a grad party for the little sister of a friend of mine from elementary school. If nothing else so I can talk to the past friend about the rest of the money she never paid me for shooting her wedding. And I just don't want to do anything . . .
In other news, pen_grunt finally talked me into signing up on MySpace so I can find out what ever became of some of the crazzy kids I used to hang around with . . . so that was a fun wasted hour+ or so . . . I sent off a couple notes. We'll see if anyone actually responds.
It's also kind of amusing to have a webpage tell you "You Have 0 Friends" . . . hrm . . .
Edit: Okay, I'm a horrible person. (For plenty of reasons of late, it seems) . . . but today I really should have changed my oil and gone to a grad party. I told my parents I'd head up their way . . . And instead, I slept.
In other news, pen_grunt finally talked me into signing up on MySpace so I can find out what ever became of some of the crazzy kids I used to hang around with . . . so that was a fun wasted hour+ or so . . . I sent off a couple notes. We'll see if anyone actually responds.
It's also kind of amusing to have a webpage tell you "You Have 0 Friends" . . . hrm . . .
Edit: Okay, I'm a horrible person. (For plenty of reasons of late, it seems) . . . but today I really should have changed my oil and gone to a grad party. I told my parents I'd head up their way . . . And instead, I slept.