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This weekend, my sister and brother in-law came down to visit. We had a beer at the Globe, and then moved to Transmet for lunch and another round. It was good to see them again, and my sister seemed like she was doing okay. They recently put their dog down because he had cancer. I'm going to miss him. He was always such a sweet dog. Ol' sis wanted to do some tequila at about 4:30 but thankfully somehow forgot. I don't enjoy too much getting drunk so early in the day. I didn't like it much during tailgating season either. It just makes me tired and then I feel like the day is wasted.

After that we went to Boulder Park. We played Sardines, which is a game where one person hides, and the other people have to find him or her. However, when you find the hider, you hide with them, and the last person to find everyone, loses. We played at dusk, and after awhile, it started getting weird out there and I began to get paranoid, thinking about Evil Dead. Then there was a crazy guy who talked to himself. I was pretty glad when we left.

Last night we watched the new Evangelion movie, and an Arcade Fire concert. Cut Copy played in Atlanta last night (why didn't I know about that before?). I would have liked to go to that.

Man this post sounds really boring. I've got this love/hate thing going on with spaghetti. I eat a lot of it these days, and right now I crave some. But I eat so much of it, that sometimes I just can't even look at it. I love pasta parties, um, have been an active member in the pasta community for quite some time now, and well, in about five years? I can easily see myself still enjoying pasta, despite its shortcomings. Is, is that it? Oh well okay, and you have my number? Okay, okay. Uh, haha sorry, how do I get out of here again? Well I look forward to hearing from you.

"How'd it go?"
"I don't know man, " I told him, "I'm not sure if I'll get the job or not."
He looked at me and smiled. "Hey, I'm sure you did fine. To imagine, that just a year ago you were through with pasta." He shook his head and chuckled.
"I know right?"
I thought to myself, "Is this the right decision? What if I wake up one day and don't like pasta anymore?"
"Hey" I say "What's for dinner tonight?"
He looks over and says with a grin "Spaghetti."
I love my life. My dad is cool.

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A friend of mine hates bands with female singers. She just doesn't like em. I do though, because sometimes I imagine that the women are singing to me. Which is comforting to someone like me. I just swoon over how pretty her voice is or how cute she is. I imagine what it'd be like to be friends with a musician like that. I could write about it in my blog. "I am friends with an amazing female musician."

Sometimes I wonder what kind of a person I have developed into in the past year. I'm definitely not the same, but how? I think I spend more time indoors or something. I get trapped in my room. I love going outside though. I get trapped in my head. TRAPPED!

I was feeling sad about everything until I realized that writing sentimentally pensive epiphanies about how great life can be, and how there is always another chance for you to be happy, are essentially a lot of talk, and not very helpful at all.