This weekend was totally rocking, and I totally needed it. Although it was rather a pain to hear "So I heard about you and Katie..." a billion and a half times at the party. I realize you just want to show your support for me, and it is very much appreciated, but at the same time, what do I say to that? Do I tell you how this has been the roughest week of my life and bring down the party? Shrug it off and quickly change the subject? Well most of the time I just went with the latter. And for those who said something along those lines, don't sweat, it wasn't a big deal and you prolly didn't know someone had just asked me that 5 minutes ago.
Anyway, the party was great and think we really surprised Elaine, which of course was the point. She seemed to really enjoy the party, so I'm rather happy about it.
I finally heard back from my little brother tonight. He survived BCT at the Air Force Academy. I need to set this kid up with a blog. That could be interesting. As well as the facebook. Yeah he needs to get addicted to that.
Well I would write more, but I need sleep and tomorrow is Transfer Orientation at ISU. So I'll leave you with some Relient K that was stuck in my head all day.
whoa-o...i've been banging my head against the wall
whoa-o...for so long it seems i knocked it down, yeah it got knocked down
whoa-o...and the heating bill went through the roof
whoa-o...and the wall i knocked down was the proof
that my landlord needed to kick me out
i got evicted now i'm living on the street
my spirits lifted...oh wait, that wasn't me
too many turns have turned out to be wrong
this time i learned that, i knew it all along
when car crashes occur
then i'll be what you were
when i see what i should
when i see that it's good (that it's good)
to experience the bittersweet
to taste defeat
then brush my teeth
experience the bittersweet
to taste defeat
then brush my teeth
cause i struggle with forward motion
i struggle with forward motion
we all struggle with forward motion
cause forward motion is harder than it sounds
well everytime i gain some ground
i gotta turn myself around again
it's harder than it sounds
well everytime i gain some ground
i gotta turn myself around again
whoa-o...i've been banging my head against the wall
whoa-o...for so long it seems i got knocked out. yeah, i got knocked out cold
whoa-o...and the medical bills went through the roof
whoa-o...and the scar on my head is the proof
that i'll still remember this when i get old
i got evicted now i'm living on the street
my spirits lifted...oh wait, that wasn't me
too many turns have turned out to be wrong
this time i learned that, i knew it all along
when i grasp the concept
then i'll sleep where you slept
when i know i need help
when i allow myself (allow myself)
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