tsk tsk, kids these days...

so, i was at jasmine's parent's pool party. funniest thing in the world. me ole mam and dad were there as well. me darling mother was as plastered as the bathroom drywall as jacqui would put it. funniest thing ever. in fact... pretty much EVERYONE there over the age of 40 was drunk. except my dad... he had to drive. but they cant help it, they're irish!
 
from seeing my mom like that, i know where i get it. its kind of funny to think that in 30 years, chances are ill be pretty much just like her... or similar personalities anyways...
 
anywho, it was rather funny to be the "mature" ones at the party for once. ive taken it upon myself to slowly but surely corrupt my little brother. come on, someone has to do it, and who better than his sister? i mean.... his friends arent doing it fast enough... i suppose i could put matters into lilian's hands, she is certainly capable... perhaps we'll make it a oint effort.
 
well, now that ive talked about absolutly nothing...
 
 
i want a drawing journal. ive wanted one for a while. alot of times im just sitting in the grass, doing nothing and i get this sudden itching desire to just doodle. nothing in particular. its not like i have a vision i need to put on paper or anything, its more like my hands just needs something to do. this happened alot when i was at the bluesfest. blues is good music to just chill to. i would have loved to be able to just draw while sitting and listenning to music in the background. so i want to go and find a small book with blank pages i can just fit in my purse. with it im going to buy a good drawing pen or pencil... maybe both... im hoping to get something with a spiral so i can fit the pen/pencil in the spiral. that would be cool... i also need to fix my purse. i need a patch for the whole and it needs various sewing repairs... a wash probably couldnt hurt either actually.... we'll see.
 
i bought a Zavier Rudd cd at the bluesfest. he's really cool. the cd is good too. im listenning to it now.
 
anyways, i kind of smell. what can you expect when you bike to your hour long soccer practice and back in about 30 degree weather. i really dont know if its 30 degress out, but it certainly feels like it in the sun. bloody hell...
 
well... i shall away...
 
AWAY!!!