First of all, I'm going to start with a story that is funny enough without any personal embellishment. Tori can vouch for me on the validity of this as well. We were on our way to the Cove last night where we were supposed to meet Jeremy for a game (he got a couple free tickets). Coming in the back way involves a lot of one way streets, something that I hate with a passion. As we were just getting into the area where all of the parking lots show up, I saw a car up ahead that looked like Jerm's and said "Hey, if that's Jerm, that's pretty funny," (because either he was driving very slow or I was really pushing the brown bullet to new limits). It got funnier as we saw whoever it was turn the wrong way down the one way street that runs alongside the stadium. Sure enough, as we were passing through the intersection we glanced at the red faced driver and it was the ol' Jerminator. What a funny guy.

Having the house to yourself is a weird thing. Time seems to go a lot faster when everything seems to rely on you. That and the meals aren't as good. But oh well - good college practice right?

I'm up to three good ideas for the upcoming birthday party. They all involve Howie to some extent I guess...but I'm thinking that I'll havta change my original idea a little bit. Oh well...it's still good. *evil grin*

God bless the man who decided to build the riverwalk along the East Race. I could almost kiss him...

I sat right behind the Church Hottie this morning. She's even better looking up close (if you can believe that!)! I'm gonna ask her on a date next week. *wiggles his eyebrows* Maybe I'll sit next to her next time...

I've got directions to He's house for anyone who wants to come out there tonight for his last night of fireworks. Jerm's comin', if that makes a difference to anyone.... I can make copies if certain unnamed people don't trust my direction-following abilities. Otherwise you all (I refuse to use the contraction form of that) can follow me. If ya want a copy, either email me here before Zeal or gimme a call. If you don't know my number then you prolly don't NEED to know my number.

Back to the laundry I guess...gotta keep reminding myself that this is good practice, good practice, good practice...