Strawberry Jam

I love life.

Not even football can get in the way.

As stressful as it is.

I was kinda worried that losing would turn me into a manic depressive.

It didn't so I was relieved.


Yeah, so this weekend was pretttty DAMN GOOD.

Saturday.

I was pretty sore so I slept most of the day, but hung out with my Aunt Betty, went to the freshmen football jamboree, and went to the close up car wash.

I woke up around 4 and got on the net.

Shelby got on as well.

We decided that I was gonna go to Elliston that night.

I felt kinda bad coming on such short notice, but it was awesome anyway.

We sat and played with kittens (not as gay as it sounds), toured her mother's old house, got scared by Sawyer countless times, watched one gay and 1/3 of an amazing movie, got attacked and stalked by Sutton and mini-tj, ate tacos, and made fun of eachother.

Couldn't have had a better Saturday night if you ask me.

It was perfect for my conditions, sore and longing.


Sunday.

I slept in somewhat late.

Ate Marne's ice cream.

Andrew, Jake, and I got some pizza and sat in the basement talking and watching football whilst pigging out.

Dan and I decided to film our music video around noon.

I had lots of fun, and his camera is niiiiice.

I trust its gonna be a good video.

IT HAD BETTER BE GOD DAMNIT.

I don't think I've ever had such a bad panic attack under such bright conditions.


YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH