What an interesting day.

The least fun nature walk of all time in Photography.  It involved such lovely views as trees; grass; flowers; more trees, grass, and flowers; and trash.  The trash including all this and more:  A playstation.  Two mattresses, one futon, one twin sized.  An exercise bike.  Some Shania Twain CDs.  Two mismatched gangsta shoes.  Various parts of a stereo system.

I opened a checking account at my bank.  I'll be getting my debit card in the mail in about two weeks.  Somehow I'm hoping that this will make me more responsible with money. . . . .Yeah, that sounds funny to me too.

I said farewell to my Memphis-bound homie, Brian King. 
(Have fun settling in, keep us posted.)
And found out that even five years after I left, the little desktop publishing thing I made in seventh grade is still laminated on the wall somewhere in Mr. King's shop class.  Mad Microsoft Publisher skills.  MAD, I tell you.

My Grandmother turned 69.  Which means she's almost 70.  Which mean's she's really getting old.  Which means I have to start getting used the idea of her not being around.  This is displeasing.
Her party was also a joint going-away party for my aunt Karn's niece Ping, who is going back to Thailand after staying here all summer to visit and help out Karn, my uncle David, and their daughter Diana.

Michael Thoe and I went to Hastings.  Where we happened to run into almost every single person on the planet that we know.  We spent a ridiculous amount of time looking at movies, games, and books before returning to his house to watch So I Married and Axe Murderer.

And now here I am at 1:30 AM.  Wasting my time on the internet.

And since it's technically the 26th now, I can say this:

HAPPY FRIGGIN' BIRTHDAY, GRACE LANGELAND!

Thank you.