<< 23 July 2002 || 19:36 >>

I've been spending a lot of time away from home since I've been back from California. I have things to post here about the trip, as I was writing almost the entire time I was there, but it's all at the house so I'll post it next time I'm there.

Last night was spent having a barbeque at Jessica's house. We all started drinking early. I think I started at about six. I was plenty drunk by the evening. Ooh lala. Spencer and Bob showed up, with weed for the smokers among us, and fuckin fuckin Casey Jones showed up, bringing a truck load of memories with him. I used to spend tons of time with the kid when I was fifteen. Man oh man. Amanda was there, which was great fun. I hadn't seen her hardly all summer...and I think I was mad at her or something though for the life of me I can't remember why the hell I was. She was here and it was just like old times, wrestling and demonstrating what "freshman sex" is, and asking to see her hairy bonch (I didn't get the pleasure). I got to meet the guy who's been sticking it to her. He's a nice kid.

This morning Cecily (Jessica's older sister) walked in on Cosler and I in a passionate embrace. Actually, we were just talking with no shirts (cause it was hot), but it looked funny nonetheless. She yelled "oh my god!" and slammed the door. I called out to her and assured her that I was wearing pants and then went to explain, after she asked if Jessica was alone. I think Cosler must have been embarrassed, but I thought the whole thing was really funny. It was the perfect start to a mediocre day.

Jess and I later went to a couple malls, smoked a couple cigarettes, and talked about our Chrises. After shopping, we stopped off at my house, my mom asked me a bunch of crazy questions, Ashley told me she got her Morrissey letter I'd sent her and told me her hair is Orange (eep!), and I let Martinez know that I really do need my keys back. He took them last night and he can't remember why. Ha. We came back to Jess's house, ate some dinner and watched Jimmy Neutron WHEN PANTS ATTACK!

Pants is a funny word.

So I got scheduled to work this week. I'll be at the Washington County Fair for all week (Thursday to Sunday). Carrot Top will be there performing on Friday. I am NOT looking forward to it because Carrot Top is Satan spawned I'm sure. The Calling will be there on Thursday, and all I care about is being able to hear them do "Adrienne" because of the silly connotation associated with that song. God I love Adrianne.

Christen is going to be my roommate next year, yay. We sent in our requests to reslife today. It's going to be great. We'll have nintendo /and/ a record player!

Anyhow, my Cosler's coming over and we have to go get Martinez and drag them to go for cofee and cigarettes (they hate that). We got them ice cream from Baskin Robbins so they can't complain.

Son, I was just in the neighborhood and I thought I'd stop in for a little chit chat about this pants business.
I've got two words for you: NO PANTS.
Think about Luke Skywalker, let me tell you, the force was definetly with his pants.
Excuse me, but there's a disturbance in my pants.

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