If You Loved Me, Would You Buy Me A Rocketship?

Father and sister stopped by for the night to help out with the big move. The more things we bring in to the new house the more I like it. I'm really in love with my room. Plus I have a closet now, it's also my hallway.

I find it harder to say goodbye to people. Even when I do it fast I seem to be affected by it later.

I think we got rid of the hobo for good. We were getting sick of all his friends stopping over at odd hours of the day so we made a sign. I think it's helped.

I miss Scott a lot a lot a lot.

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Anonymous said…

IM so glad i didnt go, i got to collect bacteria from unsuspecting people and grew them, then i did archery, then, >this is life changing< we watched a movie on Henry Moore. I NOW UNDERSTAND MODERN ART!!!
~MuaHaHaHaHaaa.....Ha

8:06 PM, April 29, 2007

Anonymous said…

response:the picture with da foot prints...i just stepped in the sand and took a picture, the peace sign is in the same spot but from an other angle
-CANT WAIT! blacob

3:19 PM, May 08, 2007

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