Ever Stop To Think And Forget To Start Again?

So, I was going to post a couple of days ago. I was all ready to go at the Dill's house, when the doorbell rang. I don't even remember who it was, could've been Ryan, Matt, Whitney...I don't remember. I stopped for a moment to go get the door, I talked for a little bit with whoever it was. I never got around to posting. Just kind of slipped my mind. Anyway, there's a lot that had happened this spring break and I have to honestly say it wasn't that bad.

The Dill's got back last night at around 9ish. I was happy to see them back in town, but then again I had to evacuate their amazing home and come back to reality. It was totally worth it while I was there though. They even got me a t-shirt from New Orleans. I mean, they treated me awesome. They trusted me to watch their house and animals, they welcomed me to their food and bed, and they paid me for watching the house. They paid me way too much for what I did though. I mean I would've just went ahead and done it for free. I'm a nice guy and I don't ask for much. In fact I'm going to try and give the money back. I can't accept it, I just feel that it is way too much. I'm sure they won't take it back, but I want to try. I don't feel right accepting money for nothing. I did enjoy the house while I had it though, I really enjoyed the company I had too. For some reason I just enjoyed the company of one person more than the rest. I guess staying in the same house will do that to you though. It was overall pretty sweet. I got a shirt, a tan, and some away time.

My cousins came to visit from California today. It was nice seeing them. They are moving back here pretty soon. I guess living out there just got a little too expensive. I haven'y seen my cousins for over a year. My cousin Jeff is a monster, in a good way. He's a nice kid, who just happens to be 6'5" and 245 lbs. He is huge. Not fat huge, he's just big. He's only a freshman at that. My cousin John is only in 7th grade and hes almost as big as his brother. Then there's the little uns' Joey and Thomas. Joey is a little monster, and I mean that in a bad way. He's one of the rudest 5 year olds I have ever seen in my life...but I cut him some slack because he's 5. Thomas is 3. I just think its funny that all day today when something bad happened to him and he started crying his brothers would go to see what was wring, and he would run to me. That makes me feel good inside. He followed me around all day screaming "Boochie, Boochie" I do have to say it was cute. What can I say I'm a softee. I can't help the fact that I love kids. I don't know why, they're just so awesome. Its the damnedest thing I an attract animals and kids like none other...so why can't I attract a laday. You figure that one out.

I went to the mall yesterday to check out some clothes. I saw some pretty sweet shirts in Hot Topic that I wanted. I really didn't even want to go to Hot Topic, or the mall for that matter. I just told Chelsea the day before that I would stop by and visit her at work. I am a man of my word. I just stopped in said hi and went on my way. I was out runnin around with Ryan. He was trying to find places to fill out job applications. Come to think of it I need to do that too. I like Le Peep, but its just not cuttin it for me. I need a real job, one in which I work more than 2 days a week. Maybe I could just start my own house sitting business. Just think of the benefits...could that work? Hmmmmm....

I have to go to a mock trial jury duty thing at Notre Dame on Sunday. If I do it I get extra credit for Government, not that I need it, but it got me off of work. Plus that way I'll be able to come home and watch the race. I had that thought out elaborate plan, which is kind of pathetic, but I don't care. It should make for a pretty different experience too. I'm going to do it just so I can say that I did it. Then I get to go back to school Monday and give blood. WOO HOO!!! I figured hey, why not give some lucky individual some of my blood? Give someone a little Horwarth in their veins. No, really I just figured I'd give some blood out of the goodness of my heart. I mean I'm not gonna use all of it.

I forked out $600 today and did the unexpected...I bought my car back. Now, this is kind of pointless considering that I bought the car from my parents half a year ago. For some reason they thought it fair to sell my car. That had to be illegal somehow, but I've had worse happen, and I'm pretty content with things that happen whether they be justified or not. Back to what I was saying, I bought my car back. I figured that my parents don't have the money right now to buy me a car for my birthday in a couple of weeks, so I just hunted mine down and bought it back. I love that car. As janky as it may be, its got a lot of memories and it rides nicely. I'm glad to have it back. Well, believe it or nots kiddies I think I'm out of things to say for now. I do have one last thing to say though...I'm tired of people telling me what I should do, relationshipwise. I can make my own decisions and control my own feelings. So anyone that has a problem with the things I do, just worry about your own life and leave mine to me. With that said, I'm going to ponder about what to do next. Till next time, sweet dreams all. Last one out hit the lights.