basketball gum

benji told me about a basketball player having a bubble yum flavor, and i couldn't believe it. i went to walmart and bought a pack of basketball gum. it's actually really good. tastes like lemonade and rubber, a strange mix, but a keeper. now how does this nobody get a gum named after him, while others are struggling to be famous?

the storm is over!

nicole and i talked everything out at work. i know it's not the most appropriate of times to have a mondo discussion, but we stood 4 feet apart from one another for 2 hours and didn't say a word. it was the most uncomfortable i had ever been.i came back from my break and just popped the question; i'm certain i broke a sound barrier out in the bermuda triangle when i cracked the silence. we talked about it for nearly two hours, being stopped by makeup questions. neither one of us sold as much as we should have for a saturday, but that was the least of my concerns. i'm glad we talked about it and it went very well. the conclusion is that she's aware of her selfishness and expects a lot from me, while i act and eat like a child and want more attention from her in our friendship. i think we are going to try to have a weekly "talk-out" where we just talk about what is going on in our lives, what happened that week, our feelings, and if something annoyed us about each other, we address it then...that way, we will be in a comfortable setting, making it easier to say and hear constructive criticism. i think this is the best solution yet, because i would love to know what goes on in her life and i'd like her to know my daily struggles to famehood. plans such as these usually happen twice and then die off...but i'm going to strive to make it routine.

i'm at my parent's house right now. morgan had a sister party last night in her room and made invitations that said:

parta over here

parta over there

parta everywhere

the theme is: get er done

we didn't "get er done", instead, we sang kelly clarkston really obnoxiously, and then i spent the rest of her parta begging for these sad eye cat and dog prints that were at my grandfather's house. i've wanted those prints since i was younger, and she took them from my stack of "i'm taking this" when we cleaned up his house. she wont even trade them for my old computer! what a bimbo.

my father can be described as "Brookstone" and possibly "Sharper Image." if only the rest of us could be summed up in a store's name, we'd be on our way to world peace. he's actually annoyingly precautious of anything that plugs in or has a dock. to much surprise, he JUST NOW got a digital camera. the man is like the president of the clark howard fan club, but somehow he went wrong with his digital camera choice, resulting in possible impeachment. the camera wont even load onto the computer correctly. one thing i do like is that it takes excellent clear videos with sound. lesley, he made a video of me being the grudge, which is quite impressive.

keep on livin la vida loca!