It seems like I only like to blog when I'm at home home in San Diego... cause I have all the time in the world in Irvine, but I never choose to write.

I went to the Servant's Heart Cafe last night, it was fun, I wasn't feeling it that much though cause I felt really tired. And then my parents called, and I had to lie to them about where I was, which made me feel worse than I already did. Then all of a sudden I think of Reg and get all sad at the fact that she lives in Palmdale now... dang, I miss her.

Went home at like 4am this morning. I spent like 3 hours talking to Nimz in my car when I dropped her off to hers. It was a good conversation that allowed me to feel some form of release... err, yea...

Went home this morning and heard "Perfect" by Simple Plan and it made me realize that I could sing that song to my dad, and it would represent some of the things that I've had to deal with during my lifetime.

I don't know why I've decided to blog, only because I feel like when you blog like this, the only real person that cares about what you say is yourself... and even sometimes you don't want to look through all your entries and see what you did on such and such a day, in such and such a year.

::sigh::