hmmm...it seems as if we have all fogotten about this.
eh, i don't blame us one bit.
we all have busy lives.
but sometimes, we need to remember to take a minute out of our days and think.
think about how herbquete is doing.
think about how herbquete feels.
and then think to update.
~~~~ that's enough of that propaganda ~~~~
anyway, i woke up coughing my lungs out.
hey we're at robotics
it's the great 100-some hour work day
used to be 72 but hey that's how it goes
it's sort of early, but not really because we'll be up for a long time
the butter here is gross but the bread is cool
we have water
chuck is cool
he's almost done, in the same way as my shoes are white, go figure
amy's hands smell like copper
mine are swollen and gross because paint thinner sucks
our poles are done, they're pretty, i like them, your father likes them, your aunt mary watches it every night on her vcr
we were on tv, on the 11 o'clock news, and mandad's toilet shirt was too, oh yeah, and chuck, and ashley's weird blue fingers, close-up stylie yeaaah
jesus-shit we're crazy-like
woah our control box rules, it's so ghetto
there's always more felt on the table, and on the control box too
shibby wants some speakermaphones, man is he ever annoying
interjection by amy h:
sean has 9 pairs of safety glasses
okay, we're going to do something else now
we'll be back
oh yes, we will be back
well, i just thought that this baby was feeling a tad neglected.
anyway...hmmm...how do i make all of you write in here more often?
hmmm...ah! i know!
i know that all of you will write here more when you feel the need to. i guess i'm just being dumb again.
someone, kill me now, please?!
hey it's actually me for once, everyone wish amy h good luck for tomorrow, not like she needs it...when you have talent you don't need luck.....anyhow i love you amy
is everyone leaving this place to die and whither and weep?
herbquete is lonly. :(
anyway...stuff, stuff, and more stuff.
concerts are fun!
pasko didn't get to sing. :(
it makes me a sad panda.