August 23rd, 1998

butterfly girl : where she goes when she

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So I'm sitting here, listening to Hanson's Three Car Garage album, which actually is pretty good, when I should be doing some more work on my essay, which is due in 3 days. I slept in until 1pm this afternoon, which is something that I never do, and so there went half my day, but am I worried? Nope.

But anyway, Russell loved the dress we gave him for his birthday. So much that he wore it all night. Which was okay because we were only at Griff's place playing pool instead of going to the drive in like we intended to, but he also wore it when we went into the pizza place to get pizza. Let's just say that he got some quite strange looks from the people in there. He hastened to explain that it was his birthday and all...but I don't think it made much difference. Aye, we all knew Russ was a strange fella.

I'm getting better at playing pool. It used to be that I couldn't even hit the white ball. Then I graduated onto hitting the white ball so that it got the other person's balls into the pockets. Strange how that happens, I know which ones I'm supposed to be hitting in, it just doesn't happen that way. But now I'm almost getting to be competition for some of the others. Helps that the Griff's pool table is a great deal smaller than a normal table, but that's beside the point.

And thus ends another exciting weekend.