jeez, it's been awhile since i posted anything in this here bad boy.

minnesota has been fun so far. thursday and friday were spent with the TKE big bro adam and his friends. i hope they saw me the same way, but i definately felt like i could fit into that group if i was living in the twin cities area. thursday night was spent drinking, geeking out, and getting stoned. friday night we went waterskiing and went to the 4th floor of the Mall of America which is all clubs and bars and stuff, so that was cool. one place had a foam machine going, so i had to stare at it and talk geek about it cuz i still want foam technology at TKE someday.

saturday i met up with my parents and went to my cousin jonelle's wedding. it was a boring ceremony, but the reception was cool, so that made up for it. i don't think that anyone in my family likes the groom though. the guy is kind of a sloth and slightly devoid of personality, but it's not my place to choose soulmates for each other. if it was, we'd all be in big trouble.

sunday we drove to wadena, mn (my birthplace) and visited my mom's side of the family (the wedding was on my dad's side). there were some cool thunderstorms that day. it rained a total of 6 inches in hibbing over sunday and monday. which is bad, cuz they have been having a drought up until now, so a lot of lower lying areas got flooded out. some of my buddies and neighbors were screwed. the headline in the paper yesterday was this "Roseau residents that escape flooding feel guilty". guilty for have good luck? guilty cuz your neighbors got screwed by God and you didn't? that, my friends, is the quintessential minnesota attitude. something bad happened to you? well, i just feel terrible about my life being good, then. it's ridonkulous. but i like it. that's what makes home home.

yesterday it took me over an hour to read all the spam email that i hadn't catched up on. it's nuts. i love spam.

this was done a few days ago, but i had to put it in now, just cuz i think it's cool and samuel l jackson is one bad mother.


:: how jedi are you? ::

also, i hate to break to you guys about the name thing. every letter has it's own little sentence that goes along with it. i played with the site for awhile, and it doesn't matter where the letter is or anything, just if it's capital or not. i was highly disappointed, but not surprised.

i mentioned earlier that i hate townies. well, being back for a day has lead to find a subset of townies that i hate even more. the ones that know better. the ones that talk about "man, i should move to minneapolis and do something, so i don't get stuck in this god-forsaken town" but then they don't! and they just become assistant manager and mcdonald's, marry some other townie, and there lives are shit. now, i need to make an important distinction here. there are people that are truly happy staying in the town they grew up in their whole lives. there are people that becoming manager at mcdonald's will be the best job they ever have. these people i like. they understand their role in life and are making the best out of the abilities that God has given them. i know plenty of people that fit in this category and they are all good people and i enjoy being friends with all of them. it's the people like my sister (who is smart enough to go to college, and get a real job and get a real life) that piss me off at the wasted potential. but you can't tell them anything, cuz they just don't listen. they think they are fine in the little world that they have created. argh

so last night, i meet up with my friend sartori. we find our other buddies, matt, ryan, al hill, and austin all at the carrie lake beach (exciting part of town, let me tell you). so we're chilling there, telling stories, making fun of stuff, talking drug legalization and the minnesota governor race, and how we would host keggers if any of us were president. then my sister (the younger one--she's 16) shows up with her friends, so i introduce myself to all her friends and thoroughly embarass her (but, hey, what are big bros for?). we then go to mcdonald's. they have this chocolate banana milkshake that is damn good. then we loiter there til it closes at 11 and the manager tells us that we can't hang out in the parking lot or she'll call the cops. bah. so we go over to james' cousin's place (he's watching it til they come back from europe). we sat there and made fun of old saturday night lives. it was good times. you know, i come back and don't visit any of the friends in my inner group in high school. i just come back and visit these guys who i was ok friends with in high school. life is funny sometimes, people. funny-make-you-think-funny.

tonight the 'rents are taking me out for chinese, and then after that it's off to mineview to see how the water pumping is going, and then it's out with the boys to drink.

i heard people are having wild times back in worcester, can't wait to get back to mess some shit up.

i think i hear some oreos calling my name. lata