July 6-7 2009

Birthday was strange. Decided I'd finally give Dylan his birthday present, so I drove over there and did (oh and I gave him his jacket, too) and he was like "What are you doing today" and I said "Ionno" and was initially going to leave after a spell but ended up staying THE NIGHT and the REST OF THE NEXT DAY watching the Wimbledon match b/w Ferredor and Roddkins or something and then snuck in to watch Transformer 2 rise of the fallen after bowling for a bit. Hey, guess what, I told them it was my first time bowling but really it was like my second, so it's almost true. I got a strike. Once.

I got home and nobody was here. I wish dad had been here, even though it would inevitably be awkward. I laid in their bed and then got back up no that's not true I wanted to lay in their bed but that would've been stupid.

Gris you would've been so proud, I went to sleep at 11 and woke up at 7:30ish. Then I realized I had nothing to do ever, so I went back to sleep and slept until five.

Bed now.