I heard that BB King's dog (Lucille) went missing, so he is offering a signed guitar (also Lucille) to anyone who can bring back his dog. I wonder how many bluesmen are out searching for the dog...

I guess life has more or less remained the same. I've basically declared that I'm moving to my Dad's by late September whether my mom likes it or not. She's held me back long enough. She doesn't get to keep me here while she does nothing but works and screws around with Bruce. My brother has American Idiot on. He loves this album. I'm not so crazy about it, but some of their songs are good. I've had huge computer problems, and am now using Linux. I want Windows back, but in the mean time I can handle it, except the times when I need to use Flash. I signed up for classes at the community college. I'm going to take Vietnam War, English 101, Pre-Calc and Songwriting. I might switch out of Songwriting, I'm not sure. It could be fun though. Joey

I decided that since I haven't really been using my summer to its fullest potential, and having recently watched My Dinner with Andre, I should have a thoroughly memorable day. I set my alarm for 4:30. I fell asleep at about 2. I woke up with 2 1/2 hours of sleep, ate some nothings for breakfast (bread and milk), showered, dressed, and left on my bike at 5:30. Starting off towards Northgate, things went pretty smoothly, even though I was going uphill most of the way. I crossed the highway underpass at Northgate, passed by the community college and outpatient hospital, and made my way to Roosevelt. I went to Whole Foods to see if Dad was there (no), and checked the hours at the Go center. Then I biked to Greenlake. I lapped Greenlake three times. It felt great to be out so early. There were lots of bikers out in the morning. I made three laps, and my legs felt the burn. Starbucks was close by, and I sat on the upper balcony and had a croissant and some water. After that, I struggled to find good directions to Fremont, but I couldn't get any, so I ended up at the Woodland Park Zoo instead. I decided not to pay the 10 dollars to go in, but I got information on volunteering, just in case I feel like volunteering there. After that, I went down some huge hills that I was sure were going to kill me, but luckily there were few people on the roads and I crashed into nothing. I discovered something about being in Ballard: I never want to be there again. It's full of slum-like buildings and white trashy types. I found the Burke-Gilman, luckily, and biked to Fremont. By this time I was fully aware of the fact that my legs were throbbing, and there was a part near my knee that hurt if it touched anything. I kept going, though. At Fremont I went into Dusty Strings. The lady there got my a glass of water, but she was suspiciously nice, like she defenitely wanted me to buy something. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Anyway, I looked at some instruments, and played one of the classical guitars. Their door is awesome, they have a pick attached to the top of it so that when you opened or close it it strums a mountain dulcimer just above the doorway. I left, got a muffin at the Starbucks across the street, and then hopped back onto the Burke-Gilman. When I got to the university library area, I got off the Burke-Gilman, parked my bike, and realized that I was at the wrong building. The library was close though. I asked the person at the desk if I could use their phone, and they said no. Oh well. I just biked to the Ave and went into the U. Book Store. They let me use their phone, and I told mom I was fine. I took a peak at some music books before leaving. There was this woman outside that wanted me to join this environmental organization. I was going to do it, but she thought I was 18 and I was not. I'm kind of glad, because this way I'm not getting nagged for money. I went into Pagliacci's and got two slices of pizza. Yum. I walked slowly into the Go Center to see if anyone was there, but it was just this man turned away from me on his cell phone. I left without making a sound. After that, kind of at a loss as to what to do, I biked up Roosevelt to The Trading Musician. I had never been in there, but it is the best music store I've seen so far. They are much nicer than Dusty Strings. Sure, they're less ornate, they probably don't have workshops, and the employees probably don't know as much, but they obviously do a good business. They don't bother you to buy things, and they have so many instruments. I played some of their guitars and they are beautiful, and boy are they cheap! I must get one ASAP. :-D After that, I biked towards Greenlake again, decided "screw that" and biked up to Scarecrow Video. If anyone is actually reading this (probably not, it's really long) Scarecrow Video is the best video store on the planet, or at least in the city of Seattle. If they don't have it, it may not exist. They're not like Blockbuster, lining shelves with copies of one hit movie. They have shelves and shelves of films, and their upstairs have them divided into categories (special interest, war, etc). Some of the films are so rare that you have to give them up to 1,500 dollars when you check them out, and they don't give it back unless you can return the movie. It's really awesome. I sure hope I'm not forgetting anything that I did. It was a very long day. Damnit! I had so much written, and I tried to send it, but it had logged me out and I lost half of it. Stupid SitDiary. I want to go to bed, so I'm going to write a little less than before. I went to Half Price Books and read some stuff about lucid dreaming. I want to try it sometime, I get a book on it and such. It would be interesting, if not addicting. I went to the Go Center. Jan was there, and he gave me some puzzles to work on. I heard him chatting about a tournament coming up, and he sounded really excited and competetive. It was good. I left. Before I went home, as I had little else to do, I saw the most masculine looking woman of my life. We get a lot of fringe people around here, so I'm used to your typical lesbian, but I was sure that this must be a man with testicular cancer or something. It was kind of shocking. I went by Greenlake, and then biked home, totally exhausted. I stopped by seven eleven and got some Gatorade on the way home. There was a girl who wanted me to buy her cigarettes and a crazy old guy with some tobacco. I made it home. Mom wasn't there. Morgan came by and got her bracelet. She cut her hair, I wish she hadn't, it was so gorgous. I then fell asleep until 10:30, when I got up, ate and drank, talked to Liz, and started typing this. My mom is sleeping with Bruce again. I wish she hadn't said "don't assume anything" to us, does she really think we're that gullible? Of course they're having sex. I feel very happy now, I feel more myself than usual. It's like this day by myself all throughout town has brought me back home, if you will. Joey

This morning, about 30 minutes into driving to the wedding, my mother decides she's just too tired to drive there, enjoy the wedding, and drive back. She called Myra, apologized, and we went back home. This song has one of the best intros I have ever heard. I found it at Ultimate Guitar, I have to learn it. Last night, at 1:30, both cats started ambushing the hidden rat in my mom's room. The rat started running from hiding spot to hiding spot until I managed to get it out by scraping a broom under the bed. It ran out of the room, and eventually managed to get outside, with a cat chasing it. I think it survived, because the cat came back later, still looking for it. I slept about 3 hours today to make up for last night's lost sleep. I like the long days. I know they're getting shorter, but that doesn't make them short by far. I am probably going to go biking for an hour and a half or so. Joey

Our cat, Murphy, just brought a rat into the house. The rat managed to slip out of Murphy's mouth, and Murphy chased it under my mother's bed. Now we have to find a way to get it out, if it even is there anymore. Murphy lost interest in trying to find him a while ago. This has happened once before. It took hours. We have to leave the doors open so the rat can leave, and it's getting mighty cold. I got a new pair of shoes today, for the wedding tommorrow. I usually wear shoes long after they could be pronounces dead, but I'm going to try to not abuse these ones so much. I don't know what's going on. Our entire house has this horrible atmosphere, just because of the rat. We're going to have to more or less empty Mom's bedroom to find the rat. It feels weird, like a night a long time ago... Joey

Today the Seattle weather shifted from the usual "overcast, with some rain" to "overcast, with cats and dogs". No wonder there are so many depressed people around here. How could you blame 'em? Liz is leaving with Kim for the Warped Tour in the Gorge. She'll be back Sunday. Yeesh. Carl is at camp, Ian is in Japan, and for two days Liz will be gone. Enter boredom. Maybe I can call Sam again, though. Tommorrow I have to leave with my brother and mother for Wenatchee. Shoreline to Winatchee is 3 hours both ways, and we'll be doing both in a day. It's all just to attend my mother's friend Myra's wedding. I suppose the wedding will be fun, but the ride will be terrible, especially if the weather stays like this. I'll probably just read a book. On the upside, we have good food in the house now. Sourdough bread, Italian bread, grapes...yum. Joey

SitDiary is so much better than LiveJournal. I mean, I started this diary just a few days ago, made one post, and two people commented just to say hi? That doesn't happen in LJ (aka Land of 1000 Depressed People). Kudos to you all. I woke up with enough sleep today, and proceeded to do...nothing. Nowadays I tend to sit around the house too much, instead of actually enjoying my summer. I guess I'm not totally wasting it though, I did manage to get rid of the viruses and things that were making my computer dysfunctional today. Also, Sam called, and I asked him if he wanted to go bike riding. He said sure. So at around 7:30 we biked to the Shoreline library. It was fun, he looked at machining stuff and I just browsed. I decided not to get a video of the Stones in concert because I didn't have a backpack or large pocket or anything. I held an old favorite book of mine, though, Chess Mysteries of Sherlock Holmes. Joey

This is my first entry in SitDiary. I like how it is so easy to sign up. Today has been good. I got up at 1:30 and sat around being lazy. My brother assaulted me with a ruler because I wanted to listen to my music and not his. I talked to Liz at the playground, which was rather good. I ate cookies. My sleep schedule is so screwed up. Joey