June 28, 2003 - 9:53 p.m.
My grandma has a computer! Yay! So entries might be sparse, but if anyone wants to contact me, I should be able to get be to you pretty quick. Just don't do it by email. Because I won't get it until two weeks from now.
Today I spent twelve hours in a car. All I have to say is,"That God for portable CD players." I'm sort of a on a rock frenzy; all I did today was listen to some mixes I got from Warped Tour, punk covers, Dashboard Confessional, Something Corporate, and Ozma (thank you Colin).
So here I am, back in Buffalo. And, like always, I do the thing that every good Buffalo-visitor should do upon entering: I eat chicken wings. Because Buffalo has the best wings ever. Except for my mom's. Yeah. You know you want some.
And then I shot off bottle rockets with my brother. Woo-hoo! Fire works are cool. I think I just like lighting shit on fire.
Anyways, I miss you all. Please, someone drop me a line. I need to feel some love. Because I have a feeling my family is going to be driving me crazy.
