alright...it's not pearce's birthday anymore. it's not anyone's birthday that i know of. the time of the blog is drawing slowly to a close. don't worry, you will still have my random posts every other week or so for another two months...but after that, i will disappear from everyone's life forever.

for.

ev.

er.

alright. and on a much lighter and much happier note...austin has won my heart. we got a paper this weekend, and were looking through it...and what did i see??

explosions in the sky on may 28th.

dashboard confessional and the get up kids on june 11th. dashboard confessional AND the get up kids...tears well up in my eyes just thinking about it. well, that and the fact that it's on a thursday night.

patty griffin, dave matthews, maroon 5, john mayer....and much much more. i couldn't take it all at once...i had to stop reading.

there was a creepy someone who wanted someone above 18 to live with them...give them a car...and they would pay part of their tuition. that's what i call a shady sugar daddy if you ask me. i'm calling right now.

i am sad to say that rasputin's link will most likely disappear as she is moving in two days, and we have a packard bell computer from 1979.

oh...and a shout out must be given to the times of peppertree. we watched videos last night...nerdy dancing, chili's, vanilla ice, the boys fighting. and then...there's robyn wiggs. good ol' robyn wiggs in her goggles, ski vest, and swimming cap. now THOSE are good times.

moment of silence for peppertree.

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so there you have it. just wanted to make sure pearce wouldn't be getting calls for his birthday on a day that wasn't acutally his birthday. that would just be dumb. not that i have EVER done that. cause i haven't.