the playboy

forgot to mention that i got this cheap electric guitar from kim’s littler bro. i don’t plan on becoming the famous rawk star that i’ve always dreamed of and open for single file, and the way things have been going with school and crap, i doubt that i’ll ever find the time to learn a single chord. but it’s there and that’s a step. my real goal is to get a basement so that i can get a drum set to put in it.

started watching lost tonight and as expected i was impressed. kim left today for texas so she won’t be able to share in with the fun. currently we are working on seinfeld season three and all of the lord of the ring extended versions. so far we’ve gotten to two towers, disk two. i just keep thinking how it’s gonna suck bad when/if i’m in law school and how i will be lucky to catch a movie a month. saw the globes last night. i was glad to see george clooney win best supporting actor for syriana, except i was perplexed at their choice of putting him in that category. the wins for walk the line weren’t surprising. and i must say that ryan phillippe is a douchebag. i would hate to be associated with him, only except for the fact that if you associate with him, you associate with reese, and i’m okay with that. highlights: steve carell winning, natalie presenting, and brokeback winning. i haven’t seen it yet, but hope to this week. i’ve been trying to convince kim to see it with me but i don’t think she is for it.

my jeep should be on a truck somewhere in the midwest right now. i’m getting excited to get all my stuff back. its like christmas, even though it’s just all my crap. i ran into jess at the mall a few days ago. jess as in, the blonde white house intern who lived on the tenth floor of my apartments in va. it was good seeing her and i hope this weekend i can get up to ogden to see a couple other folks.

so i’m all alone for the week. i don’t suppose much will change except it will be a little quieter in the house. it is nice however to live a life on my schedule. i’m sure i’ll shed a few pounds too. i can’t wait to get out of this class to get back to lost. i have nothing to say. this blog has become pointless. i have little time and even fewer ideas. i’m even trying to pull stuff from my childhood but it’s so boring. in seventh grade i brought a playboy to school and through a sequence of events, word spread to this little shit named richard who snitched to a teacher. who freaking does that for a playboy? i should have had my gang member mexicali friends jump him. well, it was taken away and i got busted. however, my teacher who was supposed to have told the principle’s office about it and was supposed to write me up, instead kept it because she wanted to read an article that rush limbaugh had written. and little old me got off scott free. true story. what does scott free mean?