Breathe deep...














just another manic monday...not.

Got some spare moments...no demands are being made on me right as of this moment, but Lord knows that will change soon.

How dissapointing...that no one updates. It's as if you all have better things to do...tsk tsk. I on the other hand, have time to kill. But today I'm gonna have a little Petra fun as soon as jonny angel goes down for a nap. I'm kinda hungry...I'm feeling rather drained lately and I think I know why but I don't want to talk about it too much.

Kinda looking forward to tommorow, supposed to go hang out with an old friend, Johnnelle. I had lost contact with her, and got ahold of her recently. I talked to her a bit yesterday, and she sounds like she's doing really well, short of some bad news. She didn't know I had a baby so she is excited to see him. I told her how he was now, what a little character he is. And how he loves to roll and move already and how he lifts his head up, and she said that he was too young but he's already showing his mothers inteligence and strength. That made me feel good...sometimes I feel like I'm not a very strong person at all, and that I depend on the ones I love to hold me up. I'm glad I'm talking to Johnnelle again, she's the only friend I ever had that I could honestly relate to in many aspects and that was even a little bit like me. The only differences is that she isn't shy like I am.

I had some fun the other night, mom and dad took Jonathan for the night and Mark and I went to Tekworld for Caustic. Caustic being the band that friends Dave, Howard and maybe Shaun are in, heh. They are really awesome and I'm gonna start posting show dates and times, and directions to Tekworld in case someone besides me ever reads this. So anyways, I go to the show, and I'm having a great time, getting a little bit drunk, talking with old friends, flirting with Mark and others, and well...I got too drunk. Mental note to self: 5 beers...good. 6 beers...BAD.

Yesterday Mark and I rearranged and clean and set up and had a good old time around the apartment. I guess it was also a good thing that we did because he set up the surround sound in a different place and now it sounds better than before. We watched Full Metal Jacket last night with it and it was like I was really back in Denang. Lol. And my poor baby is sick. Not my little baby, big baby. I think he's got what I had and I feel so bad, I don't want him to feel sick. I keep trying to shove medicines down his throat, lol.

Bah. Hungry. I'll eat this last donut and then starve, :-)


written on 2002-10-28 at 10:00 a.m. by sweetsolace.

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