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Feb. 20th, 2004 11:48 amYeah, yeah, yeah. So I haven't updated my journal in a week. You can kiss my ass. I just haven't had anything going on to write about. I spent most of last weekend chilling out on my couch watching movies and scrapbooking with Jess. Not very exciting. We did go to dinner at my parent's house Sunday night, which was chaotic as usual. My grandma was there and she was talking to herself for most of the night. She also decided to say grace before dinner and broke out into some big "Praise the Lord" routine, complete with clapping and singing. I sincerely hope that this is not my future. Seeing my mom with Jess just furthered my belief that my mom has no interest in anything in my life. She kept asking Jess all about her scrapbook and what's going in it. Jess asked her if she'd seen my book yet, and my mom was just like "Yeah, it's weird, whatever."
Speaking of scrapbooking, it's done. Yes, my scrapbook is done, thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vampirecarly being able to find the photos from our mechanical bull riding adventure. Okay, there's a couple pages that I might want to embellish a little bit yet, but it's done. I feel so satisfied. taylorea and I found a really cool scrapbooking store on Wed night, and I saw all kinds of things that I could have added to my book. Including the coolest little drum set! But I'll just have to collect those things for the 2004 Concerts book. Right now, I'm gathering photos for my upcoming Dishy Guy scrapbook by going through all of my old magazines. Which is good, because I'm throwing out boxes and boxes of magazines. Yay!
Going through the magazines is kind of tough. I've just got hundreds and hundreds of wrestling magazines, and it's shocking how many of the people in the 'zines are dead now. These mags are only 2-5 years old and I can't even count how many people have passed on. It's a hard business.
That brings us to today. It's the anniversary of The Station night club fire. I don't really want to talk about it. I think enough people are doing that. I can just so clearly remember sitting at my desk last year and shaking uncontrollably for most of the morning. That could have been any of us in any of those shitty clubs that we all go to. I think it really affected me more than the fall of the World Trade Center towers did.
Well, that was a depressing journal entry, wasn't it? Maybe now you don't want me to update after all. At least there are things to look forward to. We're going snow tubing on Sunday! Yay!! The object is to be bruised and wet by the end of the afternoon, and I'm sure that will be accomplished. Last time we went tubing, I got some. But I don't think that'll happen this time. Have a good weekend, everyone!
Speaking of scrapbooking, it's done. Yes, my scrapbook is done, thanks to
vampirecarly being able to find the photos from our mechanical bull riding adventure. Okay, there's a couple pages that I might want to embellish a little bit yet, but it's done. I feel so satisfied. taylorea and I found a really cool scrapbooking store on Wed night, and I saw all kinds of things that I could have added to my book. Including the coolest little drum set! But I'll just have to collect those things for the 2004 Concerts book. Right now, I'm gathering photos for my upcoming Dishy Guy scrapbook by going through all of my old magazines. Which is good, because I'm throwing out boxes and boxes of magazines. Yay!Going through the magazines is kind of tough. I've just got hundreds and hundreds of wrestling magazines, and it's shocking how many of the people in the 'zines are dead now. These mags are only 2-5 years old and I can't even count how many people have passed on. It's a hard business.
That brings us to today. It's the anniversary of The Station night club fire. I don't really want to talk about it. I think enough people are doing that. I can just so clearly remember sitting at my desk last year and shaking uncontrollably for most of the morning. That could have been any of us in any of those shitty clubs that we all go to. I think it really affected me more than the fall of the World Trade Center towers did.
Well, that was a depressing journal entry, wasn't it? Maybe now you don't want me to update after all. At least there are things to look forward to. We're going snow tubing on Sunday! Yay!! The object is to be bruised and wet by the end of the afternoon, and I'm sure that will be accomplished. Last time we went tubing, I got some. But I don't think that'll happen this time. Have a good weekend, everyone!
