Well, I'm changing journals. Not because I want to. But because my mom read my filing cabinet (!!) and I know her, so she'll be trying to read this thing next. IM me for the new name. And mom, if you read his....GRR!

The secret gift has arrived, and shall be given to the person this evening at Devon's house.

See y'all there.

I just got home from an evening out on the town (aka Brick Plaza). Met Nicole at 5:30, and Devon came around 5:45-ish. We immediately proceeded to eat at Applebee's, and I had a salad. Yes, a salad. Why? I don't know. Some lady was sitting yoga style in the booth next to us. Freaky. We then went to the movie theater, where Devon got hit on by a ( Read more... )

My mom just found my Socialist Party membership card. Lovely.

Mom: You're a commie?
Ryan: No, I'm a democratic-socialist.
Mom: So you're a commie?

My cousins were supposed to come here today, but they're not. That means I shall definitely go out tonight when the opportunity arises. YES!!

Argh. I'm so pissed right now. My mom is mad at me because my attitude has "changed this year." Well, gee, mom, why might that be? Is it because you shun anyone who doesn't live up to your ideals, and make their life miserable? Is it because you put on a false personality around other people? Is it because you have a temper that blows up for no ( Read more... )

EDITED AT 6:01 PM

I know how cliche and stupid this is, but I don't care. I'm bored. I stole this survey from Nicole's journal.

[x] Part 1 -- The Basics [x] What's your name?: Ryan Eugene ( Read more... )

Well, I just got home. The game sucked. We were in the left field upper deck, row U. Ouch. The game was boorrriiinnngggg, and they lost 4-3. Oh well, Sheffield hit a homerun for me. ;) Afterwards we went to my Aunt Julie's house. I had an ok time, not as much fun as I usually have. I'd probably have had more fun if I wasn't bullied into going to ( Read more... )

Well, I'm off to Yankee Stadium in a couple of minutes. Afterwards I'm going to my Aunt Julie's house, and I might be sleeping over. I haven't seen them since the disasterous vacation in Wildwood.

Two days of feigning heterosexuality. Wish me luck.

If anyone leaves me a text message, I will give them a dollar. (848-333-6165)

Well, I'm now obligated by the decree of the mighty Nicole...

"Post a memory of me in a comment. It can be anything you want.
Then post this to your journal and see what people remember of you."