April 13, 1998 -- Just five more days until my birthday!!

So, um...ask me how my weekend ENDED.

First, my Dad totally rules. He fixed up the car and it can be driven. Then, Mom tells me about 8pm that I can bring Squirt back with me!!! YAAAYY!!! The Tank looks like Frankencar, but it drives. Ann's response? "Eh, it was too pretty compared to the other cars anyway." So, I have Squirt. I left for Binghamton about 11pm, got home 3am. Yeesh.

While still in Baldwin, Brian, Rick and I went out to Little Ceasar's for lunch. Oh yeah, my fave. It was awful, but they loved it. Men have no taste. ;) Then Brian and I ran around a bit, gave Joe back his guitar, and chilled out too. Brian beat on his brother a little...just because Greg called me a 'lazy-eyed freak'. Go figure. He's 14, I expect it. We met back up with Rick for a late dinner at Nathan's. They wanted to play video games. That's always fun.

Oh...so boring journal entry. Think, Kathy! What's entertaining to write about?

Brian talked to Ray. I'm told that when Ray runs the world that all I have to do is point out the criminal bastage who trashed the car and it'll be 'taken care of'. That always brightens MY day. Thanks!

Kristen tells me she'll be spending next semester in England. Oy! I'm happy for her, but now I have to hunt down a suitable roomie for one semester. Any takers? I may end up living with Brian for a semester, if he doesn't get his own apartment. That'd be interesting.

Me: Brian, go home.
Him: I am. Duh. I think I'll play guitar a little.
Me: What? It's 3am! You'll wake the neighbors!
Him: Whatever. Who'll hear? Walter?
Me: All of upstate New York of you play at your normal volume!
Him: I'll turn it down.
Me: Oh good, we'll be able to pass it off as seismic activity again.
Him: You're so annoying. Why do you always make me feel guilty about my hobbies?

Well, maybe not. We get along much better than that. And he's not really an asshole. It's just funny to make him sound like one in dialogues. ;) Besides, when else do I get to be witty! I'm such a mental slug in real conversations. "Um, duh. Did you hear the one about the chicken?"

In all honesty, I'm a neat freak. Brian's a slob. I can't be helped. But he does keep his share of the kitchen clean, and I've never seen him leave a skillet for more than a day. That's what really counts. Cleanliness in the common areas. Hahaha!

Tune in next time when our brave hero tries to beat Brian in StarCraft!
Oh...what a geek I am....




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