it is depressing to me how backwards society has become in regards to this holiday and the celebration of motherhood in general.  to celebrate mother’s day, i just let my mother do typical “mom” stuff…the way it should be done. she cooked breakfast, lunch and dinner while my dad and i watched tv. i also made her to do my laundry because she’s really been slacking on that recently. and the kitchen was a hot mess so we let her know that needed to be taken care of. it was really a wonderful holiday this year. i think my mom liked it too but i’m not sure since she didn’t really say much.

i’ve been trying to see an advisor all week so i can get my schedule figured out before i register on thursday at midnight.  everytime i’ve gone in the afternoon this week and everytime they’ve already been filled up for the day so i decided i would have to bite the bullet and get up early tomorrow and be the first one there. so for the first time since my last drill weekend, i went to bed before one o’clock…and here i am writing this at 2:30 in the morning. isn’t it weird how on the nights when you need sleep the most, you are the least likely to actually get a decent amount?

goat sent me a text today saying that dave saw a rat in his room. i kinda freaked out because other than satan, a rat is the most frightening thing i can imagine ever seeing in my house. i texted him back though and learned that it was actually a mouse.  now i have not been particularly fond of mice ever since i woke up one morning a few years ago to find one eating my thumb.  up until that point i had just kind of co-existed with the mice that will inevitably roam around in old philadelphia apartments but i learned that day that those evil cute little creatures will bring the fight to you if you don’t bring it to them first. they aren’t content with eating your crumbs. they won’t stop with just rummaging through your trash. they won’t be happy just chewing your clothes and shitting all through your cupboards. they will slowly budge further and further into your life until one morning you wake up to find them chewing off your appendages one by one. i can’t let this happen again. fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice, shame on me.

 tomorrow begins the war.

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the past two easters have been my worst yet. last year i was in basic training so i obviously wasn’t celebrating the holiday and this year i decided it just wasn’t worth the ride home this time around. it just disgusts me how so many people who “celebrate easter” completely disregard to true meaning and importance of the holiday…

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the easter bunny!!!

so i’ve decided to start up a blog again. i hadn’t really felt like doing it for a while after the bus incident but i really don’t have much else to do with my life and i enjoy posting so here i am.  i would have just continued on with the xanga but i’ve gotten the impression that xangas are for losers (as opposed to the SUPER cool people on typeblogger) so i had farner set up this account for me.

i’m gonna get going for now because matt and i have some really important video games that need to be beat but i’ll start posting for real on here before long. the end.