well, the first part was pretty normal. went to band practice, then out to eat at el mariachi with ry ry, mikey g, and jay jay, then watched the rest of pulp fiction and fell asleep for an hour at ry's after that.

no, the weirdness began when i got home. I called drew but he didn't answer, either wasn't there or didn't want to answer. so i sat around until there was a knock at my door...

neal and two of his friends were randomly there. ooookay.

so they came in and i let them use my computer and phone.

then eric, lindsey, and i got the bright idea to go smoke pot in the stadium lot. it was better the second time, but i still like drinking a whole bunch more.

damn mark is SNORING!!! I SHALL RAIN DOOM DOWN ON HIS FILTHY DOOMED HEAD!!!