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Goal: Become a photon and go in a mirrored room.

I think that would be rather fun, actually. I told Ky that. She says she would be red light and I would be white or blue, because I'm higher energy. Hmmm...

Talked to T.J. this morning. She says I can go to camp on Thursday. She also says we can go on a day to day basis. Yes! I get to go to camp even though I have a sucky job.

The first day at work, by the way, was boring. Very boring, actually. But it's money, right?

We went to the library this morning. I got some CDs and a book, The God Particle. Looks good. Mr. T reccommended it, so it will probably be funny.

Subway for dinner. Their meatball subs actually aren't bad at all.

Went over to Ky's today. Haven't seen her much since we went to different high schools, but it's great to talk to her on the phone and hang out again.

I really want to smack all the people who sell my email address to other people for money upside the head. I get so many emails from people laboring under the delusion that I am a dissatisfied male that it's ridiculous. And people who seem to think I need perscription meds delivered to my door. Really, if I was going to take some sort of pill, I would want it from Health Department (or whatever) OK'ed place, not some just-for-a-buck, here-today-but-not-yesterday-or-tomorrow, I'm-taking-your-money-and-running-to-South-America-where-the-Feds-can't-get-me-so-take-that-stupid sort of place.

Know what sucks about summer? You have to shave. Seriously, during the school year, you only need to shave from where the uniform culottes (scrotch) ends to where the knee socks start. But in summer, you wear shorts, and have to shave, which actually takes time. Grrr...

Hey look what I found! Wonder if a) it's true, and b) what they define as "frequently." Some might define frequently as daily and others "annually, or whenever the hair is long enough to be braided, whichever happens first." Am I being rediculous? Yes, but I'd like to know.

Alright, that's enough rambling for now. Besides, I just spilled lemonade on myself.

Hey! New blog!

Yup, so it was definately time for a change! New blog=good. Although I think I need to change/modify the template sooner or later because they had so few options that I was basically trying to find a not boring one. So much for that. I should learn more html.

Madz got home from her Colorado trip today; thus, the first parent/child fight in about 2 weeks erupted (time elapsed after return: 45 minutes oh yeah). So naturally, they were in a bad mood and didn't want to let me go to Mrs. Brown's book discussion thingy. My mother nitpicked at the family room cleaning (quite ridiculous little things, and claiming that I didn't dust (I did, and did it well)) so I think she was just pissed off at my sister. Crap!

Book discussion thingy was cool. I had to get instructions from Grace because my parents didn't want me to go on I-88. You'd think that they would let me, considering how long I've been driving, but ah, c'est la vie. I made it there and back alive, so it's all good.

Dinner w/ Thomas's soccer team. Joy. Quite a headache I have now.

I feel like talking like a pirate.

Arr! I be listin to the Beatles and talkin to me hearties online! Arr! I be bored!

Enough for now, ye scurvy dogs! Ye landlubbers!