It's Sunday, today. On this less eventful morning. I've walked, talked, and sat to type on here. Well yesturday was interesting. So I went to the Graffitti, Motorcycle art showing on Fairmount with Angela. She saw a sign that said only 18yr and older are permitted to walk in the gallery. I unfortunetly didn't see the sign A guy came up to me, he caught me off gaurd. He said, Do you have ID?, I was kinda stunned, so I really had to think about what I was going to say. And during that time, of me thinking, he was just looking at me. I almost thought that nothing could have come out of my mouth, like it was glued shut or something. It was kind of awkward. An chhhh, Ang didn't even tell me there was a sign, I just go La De Da into the thing. Lol. :P Anyways so after that, we went to the mall. Angela bought two "somethings" and I bought an olde shirt. Cooley. Then Mom picked us up, dropped off the hair obsessed Angela :P And drove me to Jesse's house. His people were having a big, really-post-wedding party. I was really wanting to meet all of the peoples. Like Philly, knows musicany people And Dar has all these Massage co-worker people. But Noooooo, I was lurred inside, so that Jesse could feel safer, and play his bass. Well I mean I shouldn't say that I met no one I met a couple people, but not all, bummer-ness mann. ^ My new art-ness project, it's neoimpressionism, not done yet ^ Got to see Jesse. So that's okeee. I think he's becoming depressed. Like he's been saying, that he doesn't feel happy, and when he tries to be, he says it feels fake. I think it's because he's locked up and prisioned to build THIS DECK THING Oh oh! and that's another thing too, like he's different when he's at his dad's house. ouch. Idno why, but yeah, he's just different. Hmmers.