Well, the weekend's here, and I dont know why. I had an allright week, minus that stupid ass
job I have, but hey, like I've told a lot of you, its good money, and that's all that matters. I had a good fourth,
considering my mom had to work, so I was just here alone 'til like 7 when she got home.
I cooked, not on the grill though, we had no charcoal. I busted out with the skillet on the
stove and cooked some red meat, and then made some mashed potatoes. It came out really good. Then, around 9, went
to go check out the fireworks at the Chamizal. Another sad, yet mesmerizing display.
Just came home, watched a little bit of the Planet of the Apes Marathon, and that was about it.
I had no fireworks, so I burnt paper in my room, with my lighter. But, there was a reason behind it, I'm not just some
pryo, and if anyone asks, I'm sure I'll explain.
Well, the laundry doesn't do itself...my mom does it! God, if she ever heard me say that, she'd
slap me...and then make me wash the laundry. So I figure I'll go run some errands. That's it then.
Mood: Happy, "Uplifted"
Music: Train-Drops of Jupiter
