BEING HOME IS DANGEROUS.

My parents are both home. It's weird. I thought maybe I'd be home alone this week. But it's really no difference and it's better because at least there's stuff to eat. Speaking of eating, I finished a whole bag thing of Milano cookies. Man. And I've gotten used to sleepin late because that's just how I do here.

the dentists didn't really care about my lip ring. They were more amazed. Ain't that some shit.

Drove the Tercel for the first time in hella long today. Reminded me of loner days. haha...oh well...

Oh yeah...so I downloaded this album that is a tribute to Elliott Smith...it's really fricken good. But it kind of fits the rainy weather, if you feel me. So when I'm in the car I just kind of tune it to those easy listening stations haha...fuckin dumb.

I should make my bed. I'm out! Still gotta do all those things I said I would do. So far I ran three miles and wrote that novel. Just need to do all the rest. Oh man, if only there were more than 24 hrs of the day...