I hate my neighbors.

I can't believe it's already Thursday. I have to do so much studying tomorrow. I absolutely cannot afford to fail that EMT exam Saturday morning. I can't and I won't. It's my birthday present to myself. It'll make all the hard work justified and it'll make the weekend totally worth it.

I hung out with some friends tonight. It was kinda weird because I really don't hang out with them all that much and I feel like I ought to. Partly because I work with them and partly because, well, hanging out with them is always so much fun. So hopefully that'll be happening a whole lot more often. I could use letting off steam.

And that pie.

I actually spent time drawing the background today. Well, not really. I drew the background and then turned the opacity down so it would look really fancy I guess.

Spencer's coming in tomorrow for something. Hopefully we'll get to meet up. I want him to meet Ashley so I can get his opinion. I mean, you know: that's what friends are supposed to do. It'll be good to catch up, too. We don't talk nearly enough during the year. But I guess that's understandable since we both have pretty busy schedules.

I had something else I wanted to talk about and now I can't remember.

Comments

jonathanbarcelo said…

Dude, taht pie was amazing

October 27, 2009 at 2:35 PM

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