Balls

Good balls though, I promise. Not really any actually, that just felt right for a title, yanno? In any case it's finally spring break and right on cue it's snowing. But I don't even care, I'm just glad to have so time off. I hung out with Patrick, Brent, Alex, and Chris after school. We went and smoked and I swear to cripes I've never been that high and I smoke a quarter of what  they did. We went to eat at this awesome asian restaurant, and after that I was pretty cleared up and I went home to pass out for a few hours. Hopefully Scooter can chill after the concert he's at. Oh also, Brent wants to go on a date (???) before I leave for SF. He said nothing romantic, so I'm approaching it with caution and hoping it's just well intents and nothing creepy. I'll probably hang out with his friends a few more times before summer anyway, seeing as Patrick is a cool motherfucker.
Not too much has gone on this week since Monday really, and I already talked about that. I've got some points to start on that letter to my dad, so I think I'm gonna do that tomorrow, finally. I feel shitty for making him wait like I had to.
So yeah, just checking in and junk. Maybe I'll go clean my room. I don't really want to, but it's getting pretty questionable. I could at least empty my trash and clear out the plates, stuff my petticoats in the closet and what not.

Bluh I smell like smoke. Ugh. Only downside, those guys smoke like fucking chimneys.