As per popular request I have decided to update my site. I just got back from visiting Will, Meghan, Leibtien, and the kitties. It rocked. I only wish that I could have stayed longer. But I'm going to Washington tommorow to see Peeg and Stacy. it's going to be almost as awesome as I am. I have to wear a mask on the airplane and in the BWI terminal. I don't know if I should feel like a sickly little boy or somebody off of stock footage from NBC. At least I'll have one for Peeg to wear to wear in BWI, so we'll match. OH OH...I went to the scarriest party I think I've ever been to. Some creepy biker lady asked me if I wanted to (in vulger terms) "have relations". Me being the smarty pants I am thought that she asked if I wanted to "fight". So I says: "Nah...that's ok..." and when she persisted I said: "You usually wake up hurting the next day anyway." She just gave me a puzzled look and didn't talk to me for the rest of the party. And when I was walking to the car to get my jacket some random person (who was making out with two other people at the time) asked me if I was somebody (I don't remember the name) and then he asked another name. The third time he asked me if I was God. This worried me and so I didn't say anything and just walked away quickly. They didn't seem to be that concerned; they just kept on making out. I feared for my life the enire night. Some guy in a prison shirt stole a beer from a friends case (I was the Designated Driver...you'de all be proud), and a really fat lady knocked over another friend's case, when he allerted her to his anger for the action she said "I live here (as in the appartment complex, not the appartment where the party was) and just sat right down where the beer was. I felt the earth shake and from below laughter echoed...There weren't even too many pretty ladies there. Mostly very scary people who stole/knocked over people's beer and tried to get with the skinny little blonde boy. I'm never going to a party at those appartments again. Nor will I ever return to those appartments...for fear of my safety.