This page's design was inspired by Toad the Wet Sprocket. Many of the images were all but directly swiped from their new album cover.

I decided to write this while AOL was rude enough to auto-download a brand new Microsoft Internet Exploder update. Goody.

I've been reading web pages lately, and journals too. Do you want to know what I realized?

No one is happy. The only person who seems happy doesn't live anywhere near here. Maybe that's why too. The other side of the country is happy, or at least that's the theory I'm working on.... ;) Do you want to know something?

I'm happy. Why? Yes, there's a lot of crap going on. Yes, I have to work and I get tired. Yes, I don't get to go to the beach as much as I want. I'm in debt and I have no money. So what?

I'm happy. As long as I keep working, I'll get out of debt. I get days off and it can't rain ALL of them. Well, I suppose it could but I can go puddle-hopping then, and save the beach for another time. I'd love a tan but it's not the end of the world if all the tan I get is one arm from my open windows on the parkway while driving to work. Next year I get to go away to school. But I can't get on-campus housing. It's okay...I still get to live SOMEWHERE. I probably won't have a car up there...s'okay....I didn't want to drive anywhere anyway. I have a bike and a yellow raincoat. And I can learn the bus schedules.

It all comes down to I'm doing alright. There's always something wrong...that's how life is. But if you just think about what's going wrong how will you ever enjoy what's going right? You have to get past it. Yes, it's frustrating. I cried last night because I was so tired of something ALWAYS going wrong. But the truth is, it was just frustration. I had a great time yesterday. I woke up early and washed my car in the beautiful warm sunshine, avoided some huge bees in my yard, cleaned up my room...all by 1. Brian came over and we had some lunch then raced off to the beach. It was crowded but we found a nice spot with no toddlers tossing sand and no supersoakers, and we sat and talked and tanned. I didn't get too much color, but I'm sure I'll get to go again sometime. Then we drove home...almost. We saw my dad putting the boat in the water as we drove past the ramp. So we met up with him and went for a short ride...just out to middle bay and back, full tilt most of the way. When I got cleaned up, we went to Brian's house...I played with his little sister while he cleaned up then we went to TGIFriday's for dinner. Then we rented Sleepless in Seattle and he took me home after the movie. It was overall a lovely evening. I don't even recall what I cried about.

I've been listening to Toad the Wet Sprocket's new album, Coil. I didn't like it that much at first, but like all their albums I eventually love all but one song. I don't hate any of their songs, but there's always one that never grabs me...and one that does. Number 8 is called Throw it All Away, and I was listening to the words. If you want to read the rest, follow the moose.