At Weeks End.

the heat makes me lazier than normal.
and i don't know how to blog.

Valencia, Treaty Of Paris, and 1997 all played in st. george and Brett and i went. On the way home she ran over a log. no flats, luckily. and i guess if you are not a hardcore band and you play in southern utah.. no one will come to your shows. cause there was maybe 20 people there, tops.

7:005 pm on friday night I got a comment on myspace from my friend getting married in August. It said "i hope to see you tonight!" and slightly confused i quickly texted her and commented her back. she responded informing me that tonight was her bridal shower. (that i was already 5 minutes late for.) i hollered upstairs to my mother and asked "mom? did i get anything in the mail?" and she was like "oh, yeah from jana davis, why?" i was like "uuhh well val's bridal shower started 5 minutes ago" and because i never ever get mail i never checked.. but i guess it had been up on the counter for about a week and i was never informed it came.. then slowly other mail got piled on top of it. her theme for the shower was 'firsts' and i got first summer and luckily i had an unopened swim ring i could throw in a bag and give her. and that's what i did. i was only like 20 mins late. so it all worked out. but i guess communication in my house hasn't drastically improved.. but improved, anyway.

oh and on the way home i heard my car make a ridiculous noise and i knew exactly what it was. Flat tire. i tend to get a lot of those. so i had to call my daddy to come help. i wanted to do it myself but i didn't want to break anything. so i chickened out.

on friday night val and joni and i all went for a ride on a Rhino? some vehicle that is a golf cart and hefty quad combined. it was sweet.

oh and last night i talked on the phone for 3 hours to my source of smiles. it was great. i'm great.