this is important.

Sorry, about the phone call. I really did forget you this time. It was weird.

I got tickets to a show in Detroit. At first it seemed like a good idea, then it didn't.

Myspace is a scary thing. I am a member for communication purposes. I think that some people really are addicted. It is bizarre. It frightens me when people flirt via internet. Seriously, this Joe Schmo doesn't know me from Adam and is making advances. What if I really look like his great aunt Franny?! It gives me the he-be-ge-bees.

license to drive

I got my lift truck drivers license last week. It was a little bit scary. It is really a sweet deal. I got a certificate and card saying that I am an authorized lift truck operator, legally this authorizes me to operate anywhere in the U.S. Such a deal... I know that you are jealous.

Yesterday, I spent about 6 hours on the thing and now I think I hate them. However, I am a pro. I feel like I should say that my machine is much more attractive then the one above. Sadly, the selection of pictures on the internet of the proper Yale lift truck is quite sparse.

Have you ever heard of mixing a wheat beer with raspberry puree? Seriously, it is the beer of the month at the Winking Lizard this month. I didn't try it; it frightened me. My logic is this, wheat beer is not so good (in my humble opinion... although, I don't think that I have ever met anyone who likes it), then you go and mix it with something as peculiar as raspberry puree, and well, that is too much. Lime is one thing, and I have even gone as far as an orange, but if it was meant to have raspberry puree in it, they would have included it in the bottled package. Really, what will those crazy kids think of next?

standards.

I used to have them. Standards, principles, and what not. Recently, it has occurred to me that I might have lost them somewhere along the way. Some of them are still there, but one in particular was there. I used to be very much against stealing music. Downloading off the internet was very taboo, and every once in a while I would burn a cd for a friends, but I usually felt really bad afterwards and always made sure that they understood that if I was to give them this cd, they could listen to it for one week. If they liked it they were to go out and purchase a copy of their own, or they were to throw it away if they did not like it. I felt good about having these standards.

They are gone. I think it happened when I moved into 1111 Jefferson Ave. I stopped caring about the right and wrongs of music downloading. First, I just burned it from other people. Now, I am taking it off of the internet. It is wrong. I am stealing. I know that I have to stop, but I don't know if I have the strength. You see, I feel like it is not only about stopping. I think that I should get rid of all the music I stole too.

Is this crazy? The fact of the matter is that I liked myself better when I didn't steal from these artists. I feel better as a person of principle. Other people thought I was being ridiculous, but I felt good about it. Now, I just feel like a bad person.