I know I have been deficit in writing... Or maybe I haven't. To tell you the truth, I jsut plumb can't remember. The past couple days have been breathtakingly busy. You know... the busy days in the cycle of endless boredom and hopping busy.

So... Thursday, I don't even remember what I did- I went... someplace in the morning. Umm.... Oh. Right. I went to a funeral until 2pm on Thursday. Funny how my memory very conveniently blocks out that whole section of time. It was so sad; I still haven't called Mike. I'm afraid, to tell you the truth. So selfish.

Thursday night, I hung out with Cat, who actually asked me to hang out- amazing! Unfortuantely, I seem to be wonderfully awful these days because I left him in the driveway apologizing about being undependable, and me so unbearably sad that I jsut cut out the last tiny bit of my heart and deep-fried it in a glob of asshole juice. Yummy.

Friday, I went to 6 Flags, and it was possibly jsut as bad as the bight with Fabio, in its own fucked up way. Now, considering that i was at -6 Flags- with my best friend, a decent friend and someone who I'm jsut meeting, I'd say that's pretty fucked up. 6 FLAGS!! All on its own, to have a bad day at 6 Flags is pretty damned hard! Anyway, it was pretty bad. Details can be omitted for the sake of sanity and shortness.

Saturday, I woke up nice and bright and early and headed to the boat for a charter- which turned out to be awesome! They were so cool! We caught a crap-laod of bluefish and then headed back to the dock. It was a shortie- 5 hours, so mom came down and we hung onthe boat for a while- she bought me the NEW HARRY POTTER BOOK!!! So, The Jungle went by the wayside and HP was brought in for another round of magickal dueling and whatnot.

Today was another charter- 8 hours. Utterly mediocre. They had no personality. I think the lack of sleep, paired with Dramamine, did them in. They jsut kinda looked like zombies all day. No amount of crazy stories or silliness could detract them, or grab a lasting smile. So... I chit-chattered, laughing and grinning to myself, evidently, and prayed that lightning would come out of the sky and strike me down. LoL

Anyway... To Lindsey: Lee seems cool. Quiet, but there could be other reasons for that, but cool nonetheless. Tell him I'm sorry for having 0 sense of humor. The heat and tension was killing any silliness within me. PS. Be nice to Kyle, please? I hate to watch a dog get kicked so many times and still come back.