There is no night like Friday, for tonight, my friends. . . we Bo.
Today is my little brother Andrew’s birthday. He’s 15. I beat him by a month in getting my learner’s permit. A whole month!
Apparently it’s the end times — an F-18 has crashed at RDU, and in other news, VCU is on fire.
Most awesome thing to happen at NCSU in a while: the Double-Wide in the Sky is taken down.
(Why isn’t “meh” a mood option on LiveJournal?)
Anyone notice that I am less verbose that I used to be? Yeah, I don’t know either. I’m not depressed or anything, at least a lot less than I used to be. Guess I don’t have much to say.
Hey, look at this. It’s funny because it’s true. And stars me and Melistopheles, two of your top 500 friends.
I did it because I was annoyed at web design and needed a break.
Got a lot done in the past few days.
One of Junior’s #8 cars was out on the Brickyard yesterday. That’s pretty cool. Justin says they started it up during his physics class. . . take that, Harrelson!
You know what’s not funny? Repeating Dave Chappelle skits. Next person that says “I’m Rick James, bitch!” out loud near me gets 5 fingers to the face.
This is a week full of nice days, weather wise. I wish I could work outside. Hell, I probably could. Maybe I will after lunch. Lunch today was Ben’s farewell luncheon at the Macaroni Grill. He was pretty good about going easy on the Last Supper jokes.
