Ok.. Went to skateland for like.. the first time in years with cory and farah. it was all good. i was doing great! well.. y'know for me... but then my darling brother wanted me to hold his hand in the couple skating thing... *twitches* he fell. dragged me down with him. except somehow.. the little bastard kept his balance. i dunno what i did... my knee feels like... ouch. it just hurts to move it. so that kind of sucked -.-; annnyways... there's was hardly anyone our age there. little 7 year olds flying around the ring... ahem... damn them! farah fell once. it was funny. hah.. she said while sitting on the floor "I don't get it! I'm not the type to fall!!!" that was great. we were total teenagers. we talked about every possibly attractive guy in school. pathetic but funny. i came home... bobby wanted to have a drink. ahem.. i just dumped the rest of Captain Morgan's down the drain. rednecks. WTF just touched my leg?!?!!?!? mom let the dogs in. and cocoa came back with porccupine quills in her muzzle. poor thing.. first duke last night, now cocoa. bobby and i had to fight with the dog to get 'em out. bob then told me to put on my shoes and get the flashlight...... i stared at him. 'we're going to kill it arn't we?' bobby walked out loading his rifle... i actually grinned. bobby went around the woodpile and took the flashlight from me. he's lookin' up in the trees... i here this friggin' weird chitter. called bobby over, and there it was. 'holy shit!' bobby shot it. the bastard deserves it. i mean... it's suppose to let my dogs try to eat itself... and not give them nosefulls of quills =/ the bastard. so that was my night. whoooooooo!