yesterday was a pritty kewl day. i went to church late and got my parents really mad, but that was just a foul start to the day. i got home and cleaned after a brief talk with my parents, and then joe came over. immediatly we went over to murdock park to scope it out for airsoft. its perfect. good woods with plenty of hills and fallen trees and boulders and cover and certain sniping spots im keeping my eyes on. the only err,, flaw, is that youre sorta,, err,, looking over your shoulder for,, err,,, certain uniformed personell. we managed to shoot around a bit before we left (certain other people were spectating, so we figured we'd just better go. but we got back to my house and shot around there a bit. joe really stank it up for a good while. but after he got ahold of some decent guns it was fairly evenly matched. then we watched road to perdition. it was a charachter movie so it felt a little slow, but it was a real good movie. even the second time. go see it if you arent effected by cussing. (1920's gangsters) ((the REAL gangsters))
More Monopoly money is printed yearly than real money throughout the world.
yesterday i went to indy to go watch my sisters dance recital. my sister does irish stepdancing. for all ye hoosiers ill make it simpler. shes one of them riverdancers with the irish music and stiff arms. and i guess thats all great. good for her. shes been doing it ever since we moved to indianna. the thing about it though, is they have a recital every year. okay, whatever, thats fine. but every year its on a tuesday so right after i get home from school i have to go to this thing. every year its in indiannapolis so its a long drive. every year my mom invites three too many people to come ride with us because were the only people with a minivan. (my parents hang out with the "singles' group from church.) letsee,, i suppose i could find about a billion other rasons why i hate going, but the biggest one is that its all accordian music. all 3 hours of it. okay, so thats not fun, but you get over these things right? well every year its the same songs. they probly use the same songs about 4 times over in every performance. they have all the same dances too. different people (they just move up to a harder dance every year) but same dances. with the same accordion music. every year i sit up on the balcony i wonder if its high enough to kill me if i jumped off or if id just break something.
well i suppose for this im gonna get alot of stupid comments about this post, but thats okay. i think the whole reason im gonna post about this is to give you all some opening to comment. you know, give the readers what they really want. well im sure alot of you might enjoy reading this. its something that i dont think i would tell anyone about, ever, but i dont think im really in a sane state of mind today, so ill let you guys benifit from it.
**Yesterday did you?**
okay i read megs post (go read it ((at least the first part)) to understand mine) and it got me thinking about my own life and i was trying to relate it to my life, and heres what ive found.
i dont know what to post about. there's been stuff thats happened lately, but i dont feel like talking about it. its not that it would be embarassing or hard for me to talk about, i just dont want to talk about anything.
these past couple days have been pritty fun. and just for you people who dont really like reading every little thing that happened, ill keep it short.
okay, im gonna do something incredibly against my nature and post about sports.
well i guess i should probly post. i havent for a little while. yesterday was miserable. well school at the very least. i didnt really know if i was depressed or angry or even sick. i know i felt like all those at some point. i just wanted to go home. i drove myself that day so i seriously concidered it. but i stuck it out i guess. i was glad that natasha was back and i talked with her a bit. adrienne was gone leaving for vaccation, and even though she was missed, i was glad she got out. it really wasnt a fun day. after school i was gonna go to jordans house and play his computer game. so in the parking lot i was in the van getting ready to pull out and jordan comes up to my window. and in his "meek/pathetic" voice he goes, "jared? my truck wont start." i laughed. we messed with it a little bit and had no idea really what we were doing. then i took jordan home. we walked around in his woods by the creek. planned all these things we could do with airsoft. then came back, and as we waited for his sister to get off the computer, he watched news, and i played with those little green army men with his brother. then once we got on i showed jordan a thing or two about that game.