Happy Birthday
Today is my birthday, it will be my birth hour in three hours, and my birth minute will be in two hours and thirty-seven minutes.
w00t.
By the way, my parents were nice and all and I am having my birthday party on Sunday. So far Mike, Jeremy, and Bryce can come. Though they are my tri-force of best buds, tomorrow I hope to make it a quint-force with Taylor and Luke. We are going to have so much fun.
Later today, I get to open my presents. Though there are only four, I have a sneaking suspicion that one is an iPod. My dad actually talked about going to Best Buy to look for iPods. Also, my brother called my parents today and we got to talk: "Hey, if you get an iPod for your birthday, can I buy it from you?"
(I guess, the day before) yesterday I started working on the textual version (and hopefully not the only version, wink John Holdun) of my pride and joy, Corporate Zombies! I wanted to finish the first chapter by (I guess) yesterday, but that didn't happen. I might start cracking the whip on myself (I guess) today, but don't count on it. In case you didn't know, it is my birthday.
Today was alright. Mike came over and we turned a coffee can into a fire pit and burnt things with heat from a flame that was curiously protruding from a lighter. Yes, we were allowed; yes, it was fun; yes, I burnt my fingers; yes, Mike then proceeded to leave and I got onto the computer and stared at Corporate Zombies! for a few minutes before hitting the X. You know, that one in the corner of the window. (However, I did decide [with Blick's help] to either use the name Murdoc[k or h, maybe] or Vincent. He said they sounded noir, I agreed.)
kthxbai~
w00t.
By the way, my parents were nice and all and I am having my birthday party on Sunday. So far Mike, Jeremy, and Bryce can come. Though they are my tri-force of best buds, tomorrow I hope to make it a quint-force with Taylor and Luke. We are going to have so much fun.
Later today, I get to open my presents. Though there are only four, I have a sneaking suspicion that one is an iPod. My dad actually talked about going to Best Buy to look for iPods. Also, my brother called my parents today and we got to talk: "Hey, if you get an iPod for your birthday, can I buy it from you?"
(I guess, the day before) yesterday I started working on the textual version (and hopefully not the only version, wink John Holdun) of my pride and joy, Corporate Zombies! I wanted to finish the first chapter by (I guess) yesterday, but that didn't happen. I might start cracking the whip on myself (I guess) today, but don't count on it. In case you didn't know, it is my birthday.
Today was alright. Mike came over and we turned a coffee can into a fire pit and burnt things with heat from a flame that was curiously protruding from a lighter. Yes, we were allowed; yes, it was fun; yes, I burnt my fingers; yes, Mike then proceeded to leave and I got onto the computer and stared at Corporate Zombies! for a few minutes before hitting the X. You know, that one in the corner of the window. (However, I did decide [with Blick's help] to either use the name Murdoc[k or h, maybe] or Vincent. He said they sounded noir, I agreed.)
kthxbai~