I’m so done with the fence. Boo-yah. It was kinda fun while it lasted. What am I going to do? I’m going to go hang out by the fence. Great! It’ll be fun. I can stay there indefinitely. (Maybe I can’t leave… but whatever.)

Party last night was kind of fun. I didn’t have the greatest time ever; maybe it’s because I was hosting and sort of trying to accommodate guests and stuff. I should just relax like everyone else does when they have a party. The drinks went over well though! Wow, you can make stuff that really tastes great when you know what you’re doing. That’s cool!

Painting my room now. Got the primer up, going to paint it “Crossfire” red-orange tomorrow. SWEET.

And then school starts Monday. I have so few worries now, and how quickly that will change! My inbox is in the single digits. Oh it is nice.

Not a lot to say. And no comics either. I’ll get to that, you know, when I do.

Oh, here’s something I have to say! How do people ever have anything to say? I can’t make conversation– I don’t come up with these mental connections to ask people about something else or to talk about whatever. It’s damn awkward. Particularly now, because I’m getting back to school and talking to people I don’t really know, and we don’t have any common ground to talk about. Drives me nuts. Probably, though, the more you worry about it, the worse it gets.

Comments:

Brian - Sep 0, 2007

I disagree – you do it all the time. In fact, most of the time, when we talk, we both have things to say at the same time. Just saying.

Also, blogger gives you some _very_challenging words to decipher to prove you are a human, and not a spamachine.