7.7.2002
 
(originally posted on friday, the 5th)

It's a few hours after the Fourth of July. Did I celebrate much? Not really.

Off of a whim, the parents decide to have a family BBQ party at my uncle's place. Only problem is is that the only person left in the house is Joe. Aunt and Uncle left (with the dogs) the house for the weekend to vacation... somewhere up north. Joe, on the other hand, is working from 5pm to 1am at Hollywood video.

In otherwords, dad wants to go so he can use uncle's coveted grill. Sis and mom want to go to swim around in the pool for a while. Joined them as well, but you can only do so much in a 5.5ft deep pool for an hour. Anything longer and I got completely bored so I had to get out, dry off, and occupy my time with other things to do.

Now, holidays like Independence Day are really trying times for use vegetarians. There's nice, juicy fillets being grilled and you can almost taste the mesquite-smoked chicken as well. So, I strayed from my month-long diet change and had meat. Big mistake. Several hours later (around an hour ago or so) I woke up to a very upset stomach and a severe sense of sickness. No vomiting, but even now I'm not feeling too keen. Time to keep away from the meats for a bit.

Wednesday I got my first paycheck. The parents wanted to take a picture of sis and I holding our checks, then scan the checks onto the computer and print/frame a copy. I said no. Sis said that she'd rather paint it. Anyways, I'm happy with the money I'm making... albeit most of the money I'm storing up for (a) a rainy day (b) post-school trips/madness or (c) tuition to Stanford/Berkeley. It's been a while since I've gone on a serious shopping binge (or any matter of shopping at all) so I wouldn't know what to do with a surplus of a couple hundred. Thousands, on the other hand, I know how to spend quite well.

Finally started painting again. It's turning out like shite (damned oil paint) since I'm kinda improvising the bodily proportions, but sis still thinks that it looks good. I have yet to decide what I want to paint on the remaining four canvases I have left over, let alone the three wooden boxes I could potentially woodburn.

But I got a severely nasty blister with the burning pen the last time I tried using it... damn, that was not pleasant. Almost three weeks later and now it's finally sealing up.

Which is kinda good, but kinda bad. Tomorrow's Warped Tour. Out in the desert heat. Imagine an ocean of people coming to Sam Boyd, and try to see my lil group of people in front of one of the stages. It's gonna be hell, I can tell you that.

Sis has been preparing for this concert since... tonight, actually. Stopped by a Walgreens on our way home where she bought mega-sizeed waterbottles, disposable cameras, and PowerBars to tide us over. I suggested some RedBull but her weak constitution wouldn't agree.

Dear lordy I sound strange tonight. Eh.

Been more or less completely internet-depraved over the past couple of days. The computer's still getting much action, but I think that I have reached the point where I spend a good hour or so reading other blogs/journals.

In exactly twelve hours or so the concert's gonna start. Time to get some more sleep.
Oh, Karen, I need the boy's address. I have to send him something for his bday.

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