I just got home from a rather boring day at work and was thinking about what I was going to do with the rest of my day. While eating lunch and blogging a bit, the phone rang. I couldn't understand what my caller ID was saying because it is pretty illiterate and sounds things out really crazily so I didn't know who was calling. Pretty soon my mother is hollering my name and I'm thinking "who they heck wants to talk to me on a Saturday at 3?" Boy was I in for a surprise.
It was Spencer Olsen! I'm going on a date with him in approximately two and a half hours. This is all insane. What are we doing? I don't know. Who else is going to be there? I don't know. Why is he asking me on a date? I don't know. Hopefully by the time I get home from this date I will have all of the questions answered and can tell you about them. Wish me luck.
Oh, and I have another boy story, but it is too hard to write, so if you want to hear it I will tell you in person. Kind of complicated.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
It really has. One of my favorite past times used to be reading everyone's blog and submitting rather pointless comments. How can I continue on with this practice when there is nothing to comment about? No one write posts anymore, including me, because we are all too busy for such frivolities. It's got to stop. I need blogging in my life. It's a great way to procrastinate from computer homework. Lets all get back to work. BREAK!