Bright Eyes

dad and i watched connor oberst last night on tv after the chargers game. we lost, 17-20 against the god damn jets. FUCK THE JETS. i wish football playoffs were like nhl playoffs and you had to beat them 3 out of 5 times. then the chargers would still have a chance. BUT HEY! WE MADE IT TO THE PLAYOFFS DIDNT WE!? go us. we played a good game atleast. it was tied like, super close to the end and we went into over-time and shit. cool no? go us; im proud. even tho dad was still a dick after it. phil gave me his little bit of cold and im all in sniffle. and i fucking hate my keyboard. sorry. anyways. yes, im gonna take some cold medicine if we have some. im drinking cherry alka-seltzer water stuff. ew. omg im gonna puke! i cannot finish that. its so gross. omg. well, dad said he'll think about letting me stay home. but he aint leaving until 11 somethin. idk if i should get ready, so i can call kirby right when he leaves, or if i should wait to get ready so dad wont make me go. idk. ill prolly get ready when i finish this. or, if i dont puke that is. so, ive got the keane cd now. go brittni. there's only TWO more cds i want, but only kinda. daniel bedingfield. and bright eyes. cam would be proud. did you know keane doesnt use guitars. how kick ass is that? anypoo. just ate some eggs, bacon and toast. lol. kirby called me. lol. at like 9:24 am. lol. wtf? i had just woken up. but, im gonna go get dressed and straighten my hair. ttyl. loves. <3