I’d like to start off stating that Jenny influenced me to do this. I have a xanga. Anyone remember xanga? You do, I know you do. I’ve tried to delete it a few times. Apparently I’ve become a bit sentimental in my old age. This is much better than writing essays. I take a lot of breaks. Character flaw? Perhaps.

All right. All that aside–I like bowling. I like to support the team. Today I made a stick figure representation of the boy’s team. I forgot Patrick. I blame the fact that he doesn’t show up for practice until I’m leaving. He isn’t around enough for me to notice when he isn’t on a drawring. Yes, drawring.

Ramble. I like typing. I like the way it sounds. It feels better when my nails are shorter. There’s almost no time between, “I might need to cut my fingernails soon,” and, “dang. this is out of hand.” Just throwing that out there. And it always catches me by surprise.

Green are your eyes
In the morning, when you rise.
Don’t you be afraid to lie by me, my love.
Your father will not know.