light a match to leave me be
"I'm good at:
walking up broken escalators
spelling... like i should be the next mrs. webster
putting gas in my car
and saying "Supposedly" "
-Lindsey Spitz
Um, for the record, I was being serious when I said I was good at dancing. I think that might have thrown Lindsey off, and I don't want everyone thinking that everyone was writing things they're bad at. Because my macaroni and cheese rocks.
Anyway, this update is dedicated to Corey Sayson and Meagan Gibson, who specifically requested it. I don't really have anything to write about, though. (At least we all know this will be better than Jon's, right?)
So last night Leigh and I redyed our hair. And we watched The Wonder Years while it set. That was pretty fun. Except I was kept from swimming today. Then Meagan came over and spent the night. Unfortunately, neither of them will listen to me when I say they should put their musical genious together. Too bad your cd just has me on it, Meagan. And I'm allowed to be mean to you because I'm dedicating my update to you. And I'm allowed to be mean to Leigh because I didn't want to be friends with her anyway, I just want her perfect pitch to rub off on me.
And tonight I went to the movies with Kevin, Leigh, and my new cool friend Sarah (who needs to get more sleep) to see Four Brothers. It was REALLY good. Except for the whole mark-wahlberg-walks-dramatically-in-slow-motion-alone-on-ice-in-the-middle-of-nowhere-in-his-big-retarded-coat-which-is-ridiculous-because-how-did-he-get-there?-walk-dramatically-for-1000-miles-which-is-how-far-away-he-would-have-had-to-park-his-car-if-it-were-really-going-to-be-out-of-the-shot-like-that. Or maybe it was a trained sled dog that ran off into the wilderness just as the dramatic walk started.
Anyway, that was a really fun experience, and Meagan, no matter how mean I am to you, I really love how you call me before and after everything you do. It makes me feel loved.
Okay... Evan. This is where we need to work out our issues. First of all, don't get me started on the whole marriage thing. If you can't even drive 4 hours to visit me, there is no way this is going to work out. I told all my friends I was reserving tomorrow to hang out with you, and you have to go and get in a fight with your Mom? That is unacceptable, and I don't mind saying that you are being really selfish. Did you even stop to think what it was going to do to our relationship when you went and ticked off your mother? What were you thinking? I'm just going to take a guess and say that you weren't thinking... But you're the one who got into this mess so you're going to figure out a way to get down here.
My days are significantly longer when Liz is absent.
So tomorrow I will definitely be in the pool, and I'm concerned that the water will all turn purple. We'll see. Happy early 19th to Kevin Condon. You're 2 years away from being 21.
walking up broken escalators
spelling... like i should be the next mrs. webster
putting gas in my car
and saying "Supposedly" "
-Lindsey Spitz
Um, for the record, I was being serious when I said I was good at dancing. I think that might have thrown Lindsey off, and I don't want everyone thinking that everyone was writing things they're bad at. Because my macaroni and cheese rocks.
Anyway, this update is dedicated to Corey Sayson and Meagan Gibson, who specifically requested it. I don't really have anything to write about, though. (At least we all know this will be better than Jon's, right?)
So last night Leigh and I redyed our hair. And we watched The Wonder Years while it set. That was pretty fun. Except I was kept from swimming today. Then Meagan came over and spent the night. Unfortunately, neither of them will listen to me when I say they should put their musical genious together. Too bad your cd just has me on it, Meagan. And I'm allowed to be mean to you because I'm dedicating my update to you. And I'm allowed to be mean to Leigh because I didn't want to be friends with her anyway, I just want her perfect pitch to rub off on me.
And tonight I went to the movies with Kevin, Leigh, and my new cool friend Sarah (who needs to get more sleep) to see Four Brothers. It was REALLY good. Except for the whole mark-wahlberg-walks-dramatically-in-slow-motion-alone-on-ice-in-the-middle-of-nowhere-in-his-big-retarded-coat-which-is-ridiculous-because-how-did-he-get-there?-walk-dramatically-for-1000-miles-which-is-how-far-away-he-would-have-had-to-park-his-car-if-it-were-really-going-to-be-out-of-the-shot-like-that. Or maybe it was a trained sled dog that ran off into the wilderness just as the dramatic walk started.
Anyway, that was a really fun experience, and Meagan, no matter how mean I am to you, I really love how you call me before and after everything you do. It makes me feel loved.
Okay... Evan. This is where we need to work out our issues. First of all, don't get me started on the whole marriage thing. If you can't even drive 4 hours to visit me, there is no way this is going to work out. I told all my friends I was reserving tomorrow to hang out with you, and you have to go and get in a fight with your Mom? That is unacceptable, and I don't mind saying that you are being really selfish. Did you even stop to think what it was going to do to our relationship when you went and ticked off your mother? What were you thinking? I'm just going to take a guess and say that you weren't thinking... But you're the one who got into this mess so you're going to figure out a way to get down here.
My days are significantly longer when Liz is absent.
So tomorrow I will definitely be in the pool, and I'm concerned that the water will all turn purple. We'll see. Happy early 19th to Kevin Condon. You're 2 years away from being 21.