Going Under
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Launchcast
Well, it's a week later, and Spineless hasn't called. That's the new name I gave Jason. I unconsciously ripped it from Elliot, but it just fit so perfectly. The only thing I can say is that he better be thankful that I'm not obsessed with wrestling like this time last year, or else he would just be making things worse for him, making me stew for this amount of time. I even wrote out a nice little, and surprisingly non-profanity laced statement I want to say to him. The worst thing I say is that he needs to grow a set of balls. I was talking to Marcus, I know, but I was desperate to tell someone, and he had it so right. I'm an adult, if you have to call and say that nobody is able to pick me up, that's okay. I might be upset a little, but at the end of the day, I'll have respect for you.

I'm not going to put the speech up until it's all said and done, you know, there maybe a few things I add, change, and/or remove (doubtful). But one of my favorite lines in it is that I'm going to remind Spineless that I was the only one of his friends that called him and wished him a happy birthday. He told me this. He said that kind of upset him, especially when Antoin had called him earlier that day and told him that they were going to move laser tag to the WM21 date, and to go ahead and go to work. Antoin did not wish him a happy birthday at all, he only called to change plans. And this is that thanks I get.

The race today was pretty awesome, until Tony Stewart had a bad pit stop, and it just went downhill for him from there. At one point after that, his right front tire fell off and he was rolling on three! It would have been so cool if Tony hadn't been so close to winning. I was so blown, I know Elliot's going to be depressed tomorrow. They were so awesome this week. It was great having them back! One day, I think it was Wednesday or Thursday, they didn't go off until 10:45. Elliot was like, "Dude, is it quarter to eleven? The Power Lunch starts in 15 minutes!" LOL.

Real quick like, I've been boycotting Lisa for like 2 weeks straight. I keep the phones tied up on Tuesdays by using the house phone to vote on American Idol, and I turn the ringer on my cell phone off. I almost had to talk to her last night. The phone rang, I screamed, "I'M NOT HERE!" But my step-dad picked up the phone in the basement at the same time my mum picked it up, so she tried to give it to me, but then I mimed the "I'm sleep" thing to her. I'm so terrible.

I gotta go, my pinkie is KILLING me. I need to get it looked at.

I'm phasing.