bryte

my backyard is abuzz with busy worker types. we're finally getting the deck, after a month of planning, and a month on the waiting list. it's supposed to be done by sunday, and the hot tub's supposed to be here on friday. i really don't care too much about the deck, but deck means hot tub. so, i'm stoked.

my hair's pretty... awkward. i don't know. it isn't bad. i just think that everyone should dye their hair yellow to appease me.

so... go to.

i took the dogs for a long walk, in flip flops. bad. 7-11 was out of diet rockstar, so i got sugar-free full throttle. it tasted like vex. i wasn't pleased. i don't know why i'm writing about this. i don't know why i thought about writing about this after i'd finished drinking it...

my mom's kind of dying. she's been in bed for the past 2 days with something; probably food poisoning. i've actually never seen her this sick before. i have to do things for her. it makes me sad.

... sad that she's sick, of course.

hmm...
i feel like i've got a days-worth done already. i don't know what else to do now. i should probably get some more done on the tbl site, but what's really left to be done is the graphic part - and i still don't have too many great ideas. maybe i'll be able to focus long enough to draw something up, now that there isn't anything else to do. maybe i should actually draw something up. that usually works out well.

i think it's kind of funny that i intentionally dyed my hair yellow in grade 9. it was yellow and red, though, so it didn't look like a horrible bleach spill. it looked intentional. skittles.