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Last night was so much fun! And we didn't really do anything...strange how that works. Let's see...C came over around 6:15, I was cooking waffles and eggs so we ate and looked thru pictures. (There are a few things I don't really remember. Like, apparently I was holding hands with L-dru for half the night. Oh well) After eating, we went down into my basement and I went thru some boxes of old stuff while she messed around on the guitar and laughed at me. I found my old flute and played a song or two. We went and hung out in my room, recording us talking about whatever (be it a blind man marrying a deaf woman or something else equally strange). And again, I found music books and had to dig out my recorder (the actually instrument, ya know that ya learned in 5th grade) and play. After that, I took a shower and C took a short nap. I had to go to Walmart and we ended up walking around there for a good 15 mins before we asked someone where the alarm clocks were. (I bought one and I don't think I like it.) We then went to Kitchen and sat in the nearly empty restaurant and talked. And talked. And talked. And talked. It was a good time. A lot of things were said that were going to be forgotten so I think it was pretty neato. I'm glad we talked.

I need to go X-mas shopping. I need to pick up something for OH, my daddy, W and C. Then I should be done. Wait, I should get something for D and my dear, dear godson. I don't know what tho. I'm sure I'll find something. Now I just need to go. C and I were talking about going this weekend, but I dunno if it was serious or not. Next weekend we're talking about making the trip up to town C. I don't know why.

Do you ever get the feeling that everything is pointless? That nothing really matters so why even bother? I do. But I know if I stop trying, I'll end up on the streets or living with my parents for the rest of my life. But still, what's the point? We're all going to die. Does it really matter how we live?