So today I played bass at my church and it was rad and all... but (why does there always have to be a but?) the old bass player (Rob) was there. So the story begins on Friday when I was trying to jam with my friends Ross, Ian and some other kids... but him and his band shows up on the same day (while we had been planning this since Monday) and just boots us out. So what do we do? What we always do. Go into the parking lot, set off fireworks and skid out in Ian's car. So basically Rob comes out all mad and telling all kinds of lies about the cops coming and the main minister would be ashamed, all kinds of jazz. So today he comes up and is like, "You almost killed an elderly woman with your reckless descisions and you don't even care do you?" (which there was no lady, and noone in the parking lot, or within a mile of the church)... So I went further into questioning and he was totally lying about everything and I could tell, but it's like what he needs to feel is anger, and he has to argue in order to be content with his life or something. He was being so bitter and like overruling today, and he used to be one of my good friends... *sigh* but anyways, i got a rad postcard in the mail today from Meimei and Allyson in Wisconson (how odd huh? who goes to Wisconson?)... but thanks girls. I'm so bored now, i think I'll longboard now. Hadaaaaaaaaaas, why aren't you home yet? ...:-(... Goodnight everyone. CRAP! I just remembered I have summer school homework.