I hate this. I always get the urge to come here and do an update...and then I get here, the page opens, and I find I have nothing to say. I have to think about what I have been doing or thinking lately that is of enough importance to write about, but not so much importance that it shouldn't be written about. Come on, you didn't think I really wrote all my dirty secrets in here, did you? No way! Then I'd get people scared or shocked or mad, I'd get complaint letters, I'd have to write long useless journal entries about how my journal was my own and I'm entitled to my own opinion and all that...it's just not worth it. Nope. Only shallow stuff for the masses.

You know, there's this guy I know and he has a really crunchy outer layer thing going on...wants to be bad ass or something, and is usually fairly good at coming across as at least an unfriendly person. Today, for the first time, I saw another side of him. A sweet, loving side. He told me a story about his wife and I almost teared up. Then I had this moment when I realized who was telling this story and the world went all wibbly on me for a second. You never really know someone. It's a good lesson to keep in mind.

Jester and Josh are coming up to see us this weekend. Jaime and I are all exited! Should be a rockin' time.

I'm still trying to decide if I'm going to do the Ripon thing. I want to, but I know that I barely know anyone anymore, so it won't really play out like it does in my head. Maybe it will still be fun. We'll see.

I want to start a commune. I really hate the forty-hour a week job concept.