AHhhh *livejournal*
Well....alright. So, I'm usually opposed to livejournals....Although I DO take delight in reading some...others are just really dumb and whiny. Mine might be dumb....I don't think it will be whiny. With that said, you don't have to read it. I've decided that there are more or less 2 classes of livejournals.....1) The Daily. *ex. Today, I woke up, brushed my teeth, went to the Bakery, bicycled home, fed my mule, and ate dinner.* 2) Deep, soul searching, enlightening, ponderables....might go hand in hand with emo entries/might not. *ex. Why is the sky blue? I think....and have come to the realization that it just reflects the mood that my heart is feeling.*
I'm trying not to write this journal for your enjoyment. I like lists....you might see listage on here. I like poems and pretty song lyrics....you might see that on here too. You might see questions, and if you do....By all means, answer them. I figure....it's the summer...I've got some spare time.....why not save the memories? ..... (so I can laugh at myself later which I always do with online journals and reg. journals alike).
Actually, my summer has already been eventful. Let's break it down nah.
Thursday: Last day of school, opening of the Bar Plays (went off without a hitch, I tell you), Johnny Corrinos (we THOUGHT Paul wasn't working...so we opted for Mac. Grill instead. ::Sigh:: Our waiter, James, was NO Paul Cheramie, I'll tell you that much.)
*here's where it gets good...*
So, after dinner...we make a frequent detour a la dizzowning to see if that black jetta is there and it wasn't. The Jetta was not there....but Martin's cleats and soccer ball sure were....I dared josie (she uses the word peer pressured) into snagging them and cruising....so she kicks off her heels and runs to the steps and grabs the gear and runs back the car. We make the block and the reality of what we had just done starts to sink in...."MARTIN NEEDS THOSE CLEATS!!! HE PLAYS SOCCER, LIKE, EVERYDAY!"
Josie's freaking out because Margy and I are telling her we saw someone in the window...and she HAS to return the futbol goods. So....I end the freaking out by calling the house and he answers and I confess to our case of the hot hands. We drive on back and we return the stolen items and we talk outside for a while. Paul comes home, scolds at us for parking in the road....we go in...sit and watch mostly tennis(SERENA WILLIAMS HAS A BADONKA DONK DONK OF A BUTT)...and we drive back home listening to RENT tunes. I love long drives...Especially drives to/from Lafayette-Abbeville. We get home, change into PJs and slept...Josie had dance team in the morning. Next morning, I woke up...Josie was already back from dancing and we watched some seriously hilarious home videos of JOsie when she was like...I don't know...9. Then, Sir Barney and Madame T-joz drove me home....I did the Bar Plays...then David and I ate at Artmosphere.....met with Ola Tunde and Taylor..drove them to Sidebar...came home...and now this. Tommorow...is a day full of sun and swimming. Ohhhhhh sumemr rules.
I'm trying not to write this journal for your enjoyment. I like lists....you might see listage on here. I like poems and pretty song lyrics....you might see that on here too. You might see questions, and if you do....By all means, answer them. I figure....it's the summer...I've got some spare time.....why not save the memories? ..... (so I can laugh at myself later which I always do with online journals and reg. journals alike).
Actually, my summer has already been eventful. Let's break it down nah.
Thursday: Last day of school, opening of the Bar Plays (went off without a hitch, I tell you), Johnny Corrinos (we THOUGHT Paul wasn't working...so we opted for Mac. Grill instead. ::Sigh:: Our waiter, James, was NO Paul Cheramie, I'll tell you that much.)
*here's where it gets good...*
So, after dinner...we make a frequent detour a la dizzowning to see if that black jetta is there and it wasn't. The Jetta was not there....but Martin's cleats and soccer ball sure were....I dared josie (she uses the word peer pressured) into snagging them and cruising....so she kicks off her heels and runs to the steps and grabs the gear and runs back the car. We make the block and the reality of what we had just done starts to sink in...."MARTIN NEEDS THOSE CLEATS!!! HE PLAYS SOCCER, LIKE, EVERYDAY!"
Josie's freaking out because Margy and I are telling her we saw someone in the window...and she HAS to return the futbol goods. So....I end the freaking out by calling the house and he answers and I confess to our case of the hot hands. We drive on back and we return the stolen items and we talk outside for a while. Paul comes home, scolds at us for parking in the road....we go in...sit and watch mostly tennis(SERENA WILLIAMS HAS A BADONKA DONK DONK OF A BUTT)...and we drive back home listening to RENT tunes. I love long drives...Especially drives to/from Lafayette-Abbeville. We get home, change into PJs and slept...Josie had dance team in the morning. Next morning, I woke up...Josie was already back from dancing and we watched some seriously hilarious home videos of JOsie when she was like...I don't know...9. Then, Sir Barney and Madame T-joz drove me home....I did the Bar Plays...then David and I ate at Artmosphere.....met with Ola Tunde and Taylor..drove them to Sidebar...came home...and now this. Tommorow...is a day full of sun and swimming. Ohhhhhh sumemr rules.