the sat went well, i do believe. then again, i said that last time and i wound up taking it again.

we shall see.

jim's party was spifferific, and he seemed to be amused by my "present," if you will. i'm just sad that he'll be gone all summer. oh, well; you win some, you lose most.

bickety-bam. i have regained possession of my yearbook. it was worth waiting two weeks just to have "sheepage" written in it.

oh, and the sweetest thing ever, besides.

man, do you remember the days by the old school-yard? (this is where dustin chimes in and we continue to make up lyrics because no one knows what is said other than "do you remember the days by the old school-yard?")

it feels like it's been months since school let out.

if you need an umbrella, come by steinmart and buy a jelly brelly. i'll even pay you back in full if you pop the handle.

it's come to my attention that a blog is a very stupid idea, and i must agree to some extent on this observation. i never write in depth about how i feel; i just discuss things that happen, but rarely my reaction to these events.

why is this stupid? i have an entire archive of entries - long, emotional, personal entries - about absolutely nothing in particular that happened, but about how i'm feeling.

actually, that's a lie. i used to have an entire archive before my computer got sick, died, and was resurrected by schroeder the great.

anyways, my point is this: yeah, it's crazy that someone would write about their own self and their own reactions to everyday life and then post it on the internet for all the world to read (with aim profile linking action!). the reason i keep an online journal is for my own enjoyment. the fact that some of my friends get a kick out of it just makes me update it on a regular basis.

now that i have justified what will in a few months be a year of blogging on one superblog, i leave.

goodnightway.