So... How was my Easter?
It got off to a crappy start.
I woke up. There was candy. And all was good. And then my Mom put in an old home video from Easter of '93. And this made me very depressed. And the rest of the day consisted of me moping around. And this is what inspired me to write this journal entry. Which is basically a big run-on sentense separated by sporadically placed periods. Because isn't that what life is; one big thing separated by pointless dividers which we refer to as days. I don't know what I'm trying to get at, but the point is: I'm not a happy Rookie. But I'm feeling a bit better. So Happy Easter. (If you celebrate that kind of thing.)
I woke up. There was candy. And all was good. And then my Mom put in an old home video from Easter of '93. And this made me very depressed. And the rest of the day consisted of me moping around. And this is what inspired me to write this journal entry. Which is basically a big run-on sentense separated by sporadically placed periods. Because isn't that what life is; one big thing separated by pointless dividers which we refer to as days. I don't know what I'm trying to get at, but the point is: I'm not a happy Rookie. But I'm feeling a bit better. So Happy Easter. (If you celebrate that kind of thing.)