Oh Baxter! You Are My Little Gentleman.

Well, its getting closer. The countdown...

In 17 days, 18 hours, and 11 minutes, I move up to Alabama...

Scary??

A little, but I'm totally psyched man!

So today, I began for the second time to go through all the crap I've collected in my room over the past couple of years... really I guess my years at Provy, 7th through 12th. Anywho, I stumbled on many many things. Including NOTES GALORE, from people such as Mallory Clark, Erica Dalton, Lauren Wright, a very funny conversation about Dietary Supplements which the author must remain anonymous. I also found a squishy ball yo-yo that I got from a party at Nick's house which filled my day with hours of fun annoying the crap out of Toby who could never quite catch that ball (evil laugh here). Sooooo much trash I also found though, like all the manuals to everything in my room from my TV, to my clocks, yes plural, only 1 of them work, my guitar tuner, my N64, yes I have one of those too, my CD player and, hahahahaha, my Zippo.

Like I need instructions for THAT! They read, Flick open top while looking as awesome as ever. Next, roll thumb over rolley part that creates a spark, why still looking very awesome. Next, CREATE FIRE!! (which if you know me at ALL, you know this is my favorite part). No, the instructions really just covered how to change the wick and spark, igniter, thingys...I'm drawing a blank here.


Oh my goodness, I'm about to go insane from the 20 or so mosquito bites I have on my ankle alone!!! Itchy, itchy itchy. And just to piss Trent off if he happens to read this. I'm itching my scratch.

Squeek, squeek, squeek, squeek, squeek, squeek, squeek, squeek, squeek, squeek....A what is is ya'll, a what's up??


Ohh yeah, yeah...


If you happen to be wondering, I've been very very bored today. Possibly cause I've been up since a really early time today, sometime around like 11:00. Haha, sorry Nichole. How's painting??


Ok, so I'm gonna go now... I gotta go follow a thing in the mall. Whatever that means. Just kidding I know what it means. Time to get di-di-di-dirrrrrty-dirrrrty. HEY MR. DJ!!!!

I'M OUT!!!!!

Countdown time now: 17 days, 17 hours, 56 minutes.