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At the behest of my readers (Jacob, Joe, The Cheat, etc.), I have decided, at last, to update. Uh...

I don't remember what happened before Friday morning. I woke up early to go to Arden (fucking) Hills to pass my road test. I did. Then Mom and I had breakfast at Key's. Then I went home and slept. Then I watched some Lock, some Stock, and Two or so Smoking Barrels. I didn't finish it. Chris and I went to The Spurs concert (Look Down minus Matt plus Ben or DRJ plus Jacob and Peter). They opened for Heiruspecs at The Quest. It was rad. Really rad. The absence of drums threw me off a little, but the presence of Ben's sax made their shit magical. It was fucking brilliant. Heiruspecs were all right in that they didn't particularly suck and that they were far beyond 'satisfactory.'

Leaving the concert, I noticed an orange ticket on Chris' window. Then I looked at his wheels. He got the boot. It was pretty hilarious in that I would have been pretty pissed off it it had happened to me (especially because I had just gotten my license slightly over 12 hours earlier), but because it happened to Chris --and not me-- and he didn't seem overtly upset about it, I didn't feel too bad about laughing... really hard.

I drove to Joe (S)'s house where he was celebrating his 18th birthday with some sort of feast. Then Ben and I came home and watched Pitch Black and fell asleep.

On Saturday I found out Joe made out with Julie. I don't feel bad about writing about it because now they're going out. Yeah. Out. Weird, huh? A whole mess of people (John, Julie, Jessie, Joe, Anna, Ben and The Cheat) came over and we watched The Godfather.

Sunday wasn't too spectacular. There was a The Geoff sighting at Eclipse. It made my day.

There. It may well be one of the crappiest pieces of literature in recent history, but it is about as good a summation of the past few days as you could ask for... from me.

Peace.
-Todd