We got five inches of thick snow and now everything is all muddy and gross.

TOMORROW
I am gearing myself up for tomorrow's night party...I can't stop thinking about how drunk we're going to get and how much fun we're going to have. The alcohol is bought, the room is going to be cleaned, cups will be washed, everything is going to be put on ice and we're going to have a blast.
I can't stop thinking of the good times we're going to have.
Drinking=Braden
I hate planning this sort of date rape, but I'm not slipping anything into his drink...I'm just going to encourage him to drink...a lot!
Nothing wrong with drinking and taking advantage of the situation right?
But then that makes me Johnny Garrison..

Speaking of Johnny Garrison...I found out Alex is bringing his girlfriend to Indiana! Didn't he learn his lesson the first time? I mean, I still remember sitting in the church in Logansport...having lunch at the Holiday Inn, watching soft core porn and eating pizza with the cousins, watching Caddyshack at Uncle Eric's house...and now, he's bringing girl #2 to Indiana and he's not nervous? I'm nervous for her! Well, if she survives Muncie and Logansport with Alex wearing that orange shirt from his grandfather's closet, I will personally go and shake her hand. Just because I survived, it doesn't mean I dont have scars. Don't get me wrong, Alex's family was really nice and I miss them sometimes on lonely nights but they looked at me like I was a democrat from New England. Somehow that really bothered me that regionalism came into it. Plus all the Johnny Garrison stuff...oh and dont forget the Delta High Parking lot...Why Alex laughs about that night really scares me. I seriously thought I would have to use that "I fell down the stairs" excuse to explain why I got the shit kicked out of me.

Off to go watch "Die Another Day"
Best Bond Innuendo: "I thought Christmas came only once a year"

It's really snowing outside...
and here I am, typing on not my computer...

I was in a great mood today...we bought alcohol and baking supplies...and then the ice started to fall and my mind started to leave me.
I don't know what it is: maybe my stressful day or Braden's sexual stupidity or the fact that maybe my computer will eat all my word files and i'll never see "Operation Tactful Evolution" again...

who knows...I just need to go to bed and dream away my night and pretend nothing bad ever happened to my computer and its smiling happily at me.
I knew this would happen someday...my computer's been itching to fuck me over since it came in that large box