i hear sreams for quentin. he's a spoiled little baby sometimes. but he is fun to laugh with all the time. why am i putting punctuations at the end of sentences? Speak of the devil. Here he is, whinning to come up on my lap to listen to music and look at the itunes vizulizations and type on aim, and move the mouse around a little. shit. that sounds like me, all except for the vizuliztions, i'm never that amazed by it enough. i think i'm going to get into making movies with my dinky digital camera. english sucks at the moment, 3 things due. also, why am i writing in here excessivly now? maybe i'm going to be less lazy sometime soon. haha, things that quentin just did. spit on his chest then wiped it with his hand and put the spit back in his mouth. bit me, then i yelled at him, and he made a pouty face, then kissed my arm where he bit it. and when i tell him to have a seizure he whips his head back and forth. he is awesome. well i am hot been writing this thing for awhile now since i've been running away from the computer every now and then. seeing natalie in a couple weeks, i've noticed something else too. it always gets bad a couple of weeks before we see each other. we love each other too much sometimes naw. Love You