blah blah blah and a bottle of scotch. well i talked to a guy from Wales today at the car dealership. he is definetly my new hero. ceasar malan... im sorry. but yes. and all this talk of how much cleaner it is over there. i just cant wait. ill have to get used to the differences. but yes im going. *sigh* cresten............................ i miss him. hes growing up. job. bullshit. blah. no summer fun after that. no more stupid kids having summer fun. well. its not like we will be able to anyways. mom has all these dumbass "projects" for me to do around the house for her. like paint the shutters. and paint the posts. and paint the paneling. and paint the fucking pillars in the front. and paint this and that and maybe the lawn furniture too. and sell some tickets. and paint. and sell. and dishes. and clean. chill. dude. sorry mom. im not your slave bitch. sure ill help. but fuck all that shit. you know how to work a brush, so ya know. take part. im just sick. i want out of here. now. gah. im fucking tired though. from last night. i know i know. i said no more late nights. fuck it. oh well. as long as everyone wants to hang with me.. ill hang. we tagged an overpass last night. lol. haha. great fun. we were followed by a cop for ever. but. we lost him and then we tagged it. so badass. then we went back to Brady Statdion and unlocked it and just took some food and went in the parking lot and just ate and skated. i went back to Mike and Pat's with Frey. Frey and i took one of Mike Brady's poster things and colored it... well not colored it. it was checkered.. and we filled in all the white squares with awesome pictures. Frey was trying to convince me to go to USI. he said he wanted at least one totally cool person there for his last two years of college. i might look into what his step dad does though. orthopedic surgeon. they make a SHITLOAD of cash. i mean serriously. the guy has two S2000s sitting in the garage and a flatscreen in every room. i dunno if i plan on staying with cresten... it might be a good idea.. i mean. hell. id work four days a week and bring home quarter of a mil every year. cresten wouldnt even have to work. .... haha. i dunno. i could do it. and art on the side. and if i got shitty with it.. i could try my drama talents. hell i could do it. the guy gets four weeks of vacation a year... hmm this is appealing. not because its what i want to do.. but because of the money aspects.. and because id be helping people. which i like. and hey.. i mean. yeah. usually its not the money that bothers me and stuff. but... the more i hang with michael frey and the more my grandparents and Uncle Danny blow on me.. the more i feel like a fucking spoiled rich kid. and it wasnt always that way. but yeah. well mike brady wants me to come over again. so im gonna go on a ride find quest.