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heh, so a while ago (two or three days), I went out with my father for supper, and we talked and crap. so I'm talking to him again, he just didn't know how frustrated I was with everything, not just about the stupid shovel.

Ok, today I was woken up (well, I was kinda awake, but not really) when Steph Z. called and wanted to know if I wanted to see a movie. I said I did, and so we (her, Laura Hall, and I) went to Westbrook and saw Freaky Friday. ha. Did you know that matinee prices are $4.75 with tax? That's crazy. Anyway, there was this like 30-year old guy that sat next to me, alone. It was odd. At one point in the movie, he turned and started talking to me. Feh. Not a bad movie, I guess. At least no one fakes playing instruments in it.

Then I came home, made supper, and Chris called (he's home from the Citadel for a week), and so I went over and had an RLA. It was ok. We need to figure out something to do other than watch one of us play computer games. Maybe we can play Risk. Such a good game. Chris wants, next year at the Citadel (and I also suggested it before he said he had already thought of it), to play knob chess or checkers. I thought Stratego would be fun. ha. as long as he's not lit on fire.

Wow, that went quick, once I started. Maybe because I only stopped to look at the records for solving a 3x3x3 rubik's cube underwater with no breathing equipment. And I'm out.