You remind me of the times

After clicking link after link after link after link, I somehow stumbled upon the blog of an old friend who I haven't heard from in years. Of course, if I had the guts, I might leave her a comment or call her or something... but of course, I don't know what I'd say and I fear a response along the lines of, "All the years we haven't kept in touch, and now you call me?". Not to mention that I looked up to her growing up and can't bear the thought of getting the even slightest hint from her that all she doesn't approve of me. How dorky.

I can't stand Xanga, Live Journal, and MySpace because they're not really blogs, I don't think. I mean, everyone I know that owns a MySpace are always talking about people they've met through my space and who's linked to their MySpace and yadda yadda yadda. I want somewhere where I can actually write to write without all the trouble of the "who's who" kind of thing, if you know what I mean. And for the first time in my literate life, I haven't written anything in months.

I tried to make lemonade the old fashion way today, as it if was summer or something, except I used the Juiceman juicer we have instead of squeezing by hand. I poured 7 cups of water in the pitcher and then the lemon juice and sugar but then it was too sour and the pitcher wasn't big enough to add more water. Hmm, maybe I'll fill up a bottle of this stuff and drink it tomorrow morning, and maybe I can use it to wake me up

Deuce and I have been arguing a lot this week, and I don't really know why. We argue about arguing and then it becomes a "he said she said" conversation. I don't even know where all this came from, because it's not normal for us to argue about arguing. Of course, I'll blame that we he worked and went to classes well over 55 hours this week and I worked 20 outside of school this week.

But on Friday he brought a case of of my favorite: Ferrero Rocher chocolates

And yesterday, he did something really sweet: Anyway, he wrote an email to my primary address where the subject line was like "I'm sending you something..." and the email said "... to your other email address". So I check my other email account (which has more space) and he sent me pictures of us from Christmas dinners, New Year's parties, and basketball games and it melted my heart! :) Here's Christmas: