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So Brian's wedding was a couple days ago. It was nice, very nice, even the part where I played the piano and my brother sang. I wasn't as scared as I thought I'd be. Which goes to show that the more you play in public, the more used to it you shall be. Which I should have known already, but...oh well. And at least my brother didn't mess up the lyrics and start laughing. That would have been bad.
Weddings depress me. I don't know why. Of course, if I get married, it won't be a Christian wedding, and won't be in a church.
I have a mosquito bite on my butt. Sitting is not so comfortable anymore. At least it doesn't itch.
I need a job. We're going camping for four days. Yay. More mosquito bites. No internet access. I'll enjoy myself, though. I always do.
Weddings depress me. I don't know why. Of course, if I get married, it won't be a Christian wedding, and won't be in a church.
I have a mosquito bite on my butt. Sitting is not so comfortable anymore. At least it doesn't itch.
I need a job. We're going camping for four days. Yay. More mosquito bites. No internet access. I'll enjoy myself, though. I always do.
