8.2.2001
 
I figure now is the only time I'll be able to write today.

In approximately half an hour I'll be attending my little cousin's birthday party. A family birthday party. In a house that has no internet.

So, upon entering an area I've deemed equivalent of the stone age, I'll have to find something to amuse myself with. Or bring for that matter. Which means my cd player and sketchbook will be following us as well.

I really wished that summerschool didn't end on such an anticlimax. After our nutrition break we came back into the gym to discover that half the class had already left. So, we line up when the coach tells us to for attendance, at which point someone asks him if we could leave early. After a rather vague answer that more or less flat out encouraged them to, a majority of the class left. We had to stay over to wait for our ride home along with the other ten people left remaining. Excruciatingly boring, except that Brady came over to visit. Alanna wanted a picture of us to finish off the film she had in her camera, so Mr. B decided to do a handstand. 'Course, sis, C, and I had to hold up his legs for him. After the flash went off we promptly dropped him onto the gym floor.

I'm hoping the movie tomorrow will help pep up the doldrums I've caught myself in. Otherwise, I need a severe adrenaline high.

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