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Saturday, November 22, 2003

Wow...I need to get online more often. Birkelah has a completely new, awe-inspiring, blog and I have 21 new emails. Which means I have to up my junkmail filter, because 18 of those messages are entitled "How To Make Love Till You Drop!" and "Realestate secrets revealed!". The rest are from church and my grandmother. There's a boost to the ego.

Speaking of, I had a hell of a time last night not being with Miles or Cait. I ended up sitting at home, doing spanish homework, and watching Home and Garden television with my mother. I went to bed at 9. That's even more pathetic than usual. But Birk commands that I have a damn good weekend, so I better get moving. HGTV doesn't qualify as a "damn good weekend", I'm sorry to say.

I had auditions for Districts today. Much applause for Cait who called this morning to say hi and wish me luck. Despite her well-wishing, I'm afraid I did mighty horrible. Sight-reading sucks man. Hopefuly tomorrow's concert will be better than this morning's performance.

Oh, funny stuff, Miles didn't come to school yesterday, but he got a ride from his dad all the way from Carver so he could see me for a few minutes after school got out. What a nice guy. Bit crazy, but a very nice guy.


ash @ 3:29 PM