Why on earth do they care about half of the things they ask?
Typically when I do something, I'm usually the best at it. That's all they should care about.
Why on earth do they care about half of the things they ask?
Typically when I do something, I'm usually the best at it. That's all they should care about.
This weekend has been one of the best in a while, thanks to Clayton, Corrie, Oompa, Alex, the Davis family, and all the others involved.
If it was not for Clayton and Oompa, I really do not know what I would do. They help me in any way possible that they can, whether its with rides, food, money, place to stay, or just someone to talk to.
Only a few days of school this week, then out for a long break that will consist of a lot of relaxing, family, friends, good food, and shows. I'm so excited to finally see Irreversible, and I can not imagine a better atmosphere to see them in.
I figured that I might as well hop on this blogging bandwagon since I often find myself wanting to just reflect on the day/past. Apparently I had the idea of doing this awhile back and already created an account but never wrote anything.
I will either write in this thing a lot or never again; we'll see. More than likely, anything i write in this will not interest you the slightest bit, and each post will probably be very short.