A lot of the time I fee like my best blogs come about when I'm anything but bored. Right now I'm bored. Don't hold your breath. Also, blogging and music for me are tied together. Yet, I'm music less at the moment also. This blog could be turning into a disaster.

The famous Chelsea of the Cates's rolls into town this week and today we made plans to go see Little Miss Sunshine, if it ever makes it to Spokane, and that new horrible, horrible Duff sisters movie. Of course seeing the later means we will be drunk. Probably off martinis from Twigs. As for what the rest of the week holds I do not know. Its trivia night Tuesday at one of the local bars and that could just be a possibility.

I still have ten million things to pack and more money to save. In this last stretch before I leave I'm really going to crack down on needless spending. I feel like I'm going to need as much money as I can get and I don't feel like I have enough. This is my main concern these days. It would be irresponsible for me to not think about it since I'm going to be the only one taking care of myself these days and if I can't provide for myself, who is going to? I told you this blog was going to be dull. Shit.

Oh, I know, I'll tell you a story. I think I'm pretty okay at that. Those of you who know my Mom know she is crazy. The other day we went to the post office to send out some larger packages to New York. At the tim we were in my Moms car, a Chrysler Pacifica. It's like a van but sportier, which pretty much means it's smaller. So, the trunk area opens up just like a van does with the back door being a large hatch (Quarantine). I get out of the car and open up the trunk and hand my mom a package, then grab one for myself and then my mom unceremoniously slams the door right on my head. I was like, fuck. I turn to look at her and she was stuttering out I’m sorrys which didn’t make the pain in my head go away so I just turned around and walked to the post office. At this point the I’m sorrys coming from a distance started to make me laugh, probably because of the blunt force trauma I had just been introduced to, so I was laughing silently up to the post office counter. My mom decided the best thing to do was to take me home after that so she did and I ate a Babe Ruth and that's my story. Here is another. Yesterday I was really bored and lonely so I asked Ben to play some Frisbee with me. Ben, if you didn't know, is in love with World of War Craft. It's the longest on going relationship Ben has ever had with something in his life. They did "take a break" for about four months but at the same time he was using a friend’s account thus cheating on his own. I think he got banned for a few weeks for calling a kid names and then he got pissed and "broke up" with his account but when he wanted to get back together Blizzard was like, no, you treat her badly, give it some time. Anyways, I'm like Ben, lets play us some Frisbee, and he is like, well, I only have a little time, I have raids all night. Raids, as I have come to understand them, are a part of WoW in which a character buddies up with his guild members (see: clubs full of dorks) and they take part in something call an "instance" which more than likely has to do with lots of lava and like huge monsters. If they aren't doing an "instance" then they go into contested territory, oh, hold on, in WoW there are horde members and alliance members, territory claimed by neither is contested, so, they go into this territory and kill the opposing players. I think this is done for fun. If there is another reason for it I have yet to hear about it. I do know that Ben has this new Epic dagger and it glows orange and he probably calls it his precious when I'm not around.

So, those were my stories. Tell me if you liked them. Also, if you still read this, let me know. Thanks, thanks. 0 comments