it's strange to hear people say that they read my blog. or that they have, or that they're going to read my blog. do you really read it? i guess its strange because really, i do it for me. i mean, i like that people read it. and i know people know that its here and people stumble randomly upon it, but it's still a strange feeling. my life doesn't seem that interesting that someone would want to take time out of their day to read up on the random babbling that comes out of my head.
also on the topic of "odd", my parents ended up out at the same bar i was tonight. it was not planned. i don't mind that they were there at all. hanging out with my parents, which may seem lame, does not really bother me. what bothered me the most was that i had a car and when they showed up i had a beer in my hand. it was only the one beer that i had the entire night and it was way early in the evening. so i'm not some drinker-and-driver. i just felt like i had been caught doing something wrong. the whole, hand in the cookie jar thing, you know? anyway, hopefully the other people there didn't find it weird.
it is definitely time for bed now. tomorrow is going to be full of finishing up everything for anna's wedding so she can get it printed. the wedding is saturday! so soon!
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