current song: Blink 182 - Always
Boulder's gonna be fun. Anime Anonymous
I wanna procrastinate some more... don't wanna do my overdue physics homework... don't wanna study for the Vietnam test... don't wanna fill out the contract sheet for CAS... don't wanna do the math assignments I've been skipping...
So I bought two new CDs yesterday. The new Blink 182 cd, and the self-titled Fountains of Wayne cd. I'm enjoying them both so far. The best part of the Blink 182 cd is that one of the tracks is sung by Robert Smith. Gotta love it. I'ma point that out to Greg next time I see him.
Today's Sunday. More significantly, it's Easter Sunday. This is probably the first Easter where we've done absolutely nothing. I mean, last year I got some candy, and for a long time my parents set up easter egg hunts around the house (so fun!). I'm probably too old for that now anyway. And I won't even be home next year. Erm, living at home. Of course I'll be with my family around this time next year. But I may not come home every weekend, so unless Easter's on the same weekend as my birthday, I probably won't be there for Easter. Hmmm...
Maybe I should eat some matzo. I haven't celebrated passover since I was, like, six. Is it already over? Eh. At any rate, I'm not even sure what you're supposed to do for it anymore. The only parts I remember are eating pieces of matzo and sipping on some nasty tasting red wine. Blech. When I have kids, I'm gonna let 'em drink red wine if they want, it's so bitter they'll be put off alcohol for years, I bet.
Ownership of guns is rather controversial in my mind. If my uncle hadn't had twelve billion guns lying around, he'd probably still be alive. Conversely, if alcohol didn't exist he'd also probably still be alive. But, I mean, it says in the constitution that we can have 'em. And, I mean, it depends on how you use them. Listening to tales of shooting tin cans and jars of spaghetti sauce made my day. Strange how it works.
He didn't live exclusively in Maryland, he also lived in Texas and Colorado a bit before that. So I wouldn't get freaked out about it, Nikki.
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