I have made it a tradition to go visit my mom when I'm in between jobs. Last week, was spent in Abilene. I got to see my mama, my aunt, 3 of my cousins, and 2 of my favorite doggies! I also went to the metroplex, saw Kelsey and Ayden, had dinner with Courtney, and then went to spend the night in Denton with my Key.

Dinner with Courtney was hilarious. We went to Genghis Grill my second favorite restaurant ever. Now I already laugh a lot as it is, but imagine me being with someone who laughs just as much as me and us being surrounded by crack addicts stirring our food with large sticks. This one guy kept dancing and spinning around in the grease on the floor, occasionally shouting "Purgatory! Tomorrow night! We'll all be there!" He didn't have many teeth.

In Denton with Kelly, we decided that since it was so late, and only wal-mart was open, that we'd take advantage. (We're from Bastrop County. We're not very creative.) So skip to the funny part: We go to the Halloween aisle and start trying on witch hats and masks. I had put on a scary biker mask, complete with helmet and fumanchu. Kelly couldn't resist taking a picture; thus, I was stuck wearing this thing much longer than I desired. Of course, during picture time, a woman passed by with her two children sitting in the basket. No problem there, right? Not until the little boy started crying in terror. I immediately ripped the mask off, repeating, "It's okay! It's okay!" ...then he just looked confused.

Speaking of the Halloween aisle, Jenny and I were at Walmart the other day, looking at the kiddie costumes and just having an all around fantastic time. Finally getting tired of looking at poorly made fairy and vampire outfits, we began making our way past the variety of "spooky" decorations, only to stop short when we saw a life-sized zombie figure standing at the end of the aisle. Now, she and I both are very jumpy people and absolutely hate those things. I suppose we could have simply turned around and gone to the other side, but that's a lot of logic and we try to save that. (Sometimes it's in short supply). Instead, our solution was to pass a black rose from off the shelf, often seen held by emo girls, up and down the full length of this guy's body. I held back and let Jenny wand him with the flower. Remaining silent, we figured he must be turned off or just wasn't the kind that made sound. Linking arms and letting our guards down, we passed by him. He screamed. Then we screamed louder. And higher. And we ran. We ran like little girls and felt like complete idiots.

Michael, Grizz, Jenny, and I went camping last weekend. That was super fun. Unfortunately, Grizz snores unbelievably loud, so he's the only one who got much sleep.

Also, Julie and some of her UT engineering friends and I are going to see Rilo Kiley on Sunday. Woo-hoo!

I need a job. I'm not putting that much effort into finding one, but I do need one.

Yesterday, Jenny and I went to Austin to run on the trails at town lake and then swim in Barton Springs. The water was freezing, which felt amazing after running in the sun, and the rocks sticking out of the water warmed us up again when we lied on them to dry off before leaving. In the hour she had to go to class, I went to Whole Foods to buy us both some Odwalla and a pack of rasberries. After picking her up from campus, we got sandwiches from Thunderclouds and went back to the park to have a picnic. We swam some more, lied on some more rocks, and then headed back to Sville to watch the soccer game. We took back roads too fast, with our windows down and the stereo up. ...Although once we got there, I stood near an ant pile, so once they started biting, I jumped onto Michaels motorcycle and then just never got up again. With me on the bike and Jenny on Grizz's hood, there was no need to, so really we didn't watch much soccer at all. We were there to support though. That's what counts.

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Listening to: John Vanderslice