Friends!

We are lucky to know so many people. Sometimes I feel like we know too many people, just in the sense that there are not enough hours, dollars, or calories to keep up with spending time with everyone we know.

Even here in Phoenix, between family, friends, classmates who have now become friends, and visiting friends we never have a dull moment. When we do it's infrequent enough we would like to think of it for what it really is, which is a break.

Anyways, how did this happen? I don't know but I am very thankful.

Going to a baseball game tomorrow, half the fun is the mischief we have planned around it.

Insomnia. But mild.

At my cousins. Well actually my aunt & uncle's but they went to sleep five hours ago and I'm sitting in my cousin(s) room sooooo. where am I really?

One of them is playing call of duty and it's so (sorry!) but I see foundations and not foundations (in the nerdy sense) and architecture in general, but it's just a game. But the question is, do these foundations and different architectural styles affect them in different ways while playing the game? Bullet penetration? Can I even begin to compose this question without seeming like a total nerd.

I have reaily long nails right now.

But the statement of the night. And the next undefined period is: Lock it up. Lock it up.

Oh look an entry

Being a purist makes you irrelevant, but everyone wants to be a purist, so I guess that makes you cool. And I guess cool people are definitely irrelevant to reality.

I had something gab on here the other day, and sure enough, tadah! Out of sight out of mind.

This whole thought that apparently every time we remember something we rewrite whether we like it or not making it almost impossible to have perfect accuracy of memories. It really makes you kind of creeped out, which leads you to the next question, if were designed to slightly alter our memories over time were they ever intended to be preserved as we do now?

For the sake of joy I'll recap this last weekend.
Friday - First time playing Mad Gab at the Stuart house. Not too bad of a game, probably one of the few games out there that you actually improve at as your intoxication level rises.

Saturday BroBQalicious. It really was nice. I was able to just put on the sunscreen appreciate the CL for what it is and love the sand. Not paranoid at all, just enjoying all things. Of course extended into the night because Chunk turned 21 and we met his sister and his Mom at the Palms at Midnight.
That's it. the last of my friends are now 21. There is no one else that is holding us back, it's crazy.
And of course yesterday we celebrated downtown and I went to Wahoo's fish tacos for the first time. Which apparently is a chain and was actually pretty decent and a good deal. Making me hungry.
Good thing we are going to Pepe's! (Another first, crazy I know)
in the words of Ben, "This is the worst thing to ever happen"