Who knows what to say today? We played hockey. Todd was goalie without a cup, and that didn't work out too well for Arnie's dreams of passing on the family name. Pdub was goalie too and scored more goals on himself than the opposing team. I got sunburned just on my arms, mostly on the back of them, and now my shoulders are white (well, not like ffej white but like tan-white) and there is a perfect line of red-white where my arms connect with my shoulders. Thursday we went to the lamplighter. Scott had a beer, Alexander Keith's (aka peanuts), and he didn't blotch. I knew he wouldn't, cause he's not underage anymore. Counting Heartbeats was third up and started at 11:30, even though the show started at 8...set changes were double set lengths, but that's okay, i'd rather listen to G-rath's voice sooth my brainwaves anyways. Speaking of G-, he and I had some donairs that were good and didn't send us to the hospital to get our insides sucked out. I know todd wanted some but he was worried precisely about that. Last night a few of us went to a hot party. I had a beer, and let me tell you -- the rest of the night was a blur. All I know is that I even started laughing at D-ran's jokes and apsired to be like him. We left that party and went to Todd's and watched a movie that was rated 18A and was over 2 hours long. All three movies that we were considering to rent were over 2 hours long. We're now respectable artistically-minded movie viewers. Art is a funny thing.
All of a sudden I just got really tired. Really really tired. So I'll go to sleep, because i like that.
