2005-07-31 - 1:00 p.m.

Guess who got woken by something like gunshot last night? Oooh, that's right, me! And I know I wasn't hallucinating because the parents heard it too. Very exciting, my street is.
If you walk into my street, I will hear your every breath and most certainly every conversation you have while there. It's not that I'm some sort of freak, sitting around with surveillance equipment, but our street has bizarre acoustics and my bedroom is situated thus that I can hear EVERYTHING. This is not an advantage. When Random Drunk Guy starts yelling at his girlfriend and several people who are not there, I get to hear it long after we've called the police.
But that's kind of irrelevant - fact is it doesn't matter which street you're in, you're going to hear 'splosions if they're there.

What else? Life is immensely boring and yet again I have nooooooooothing interesting to inform random-person-who-accidentally-came-across-this of. (That... syntax... I... *dies* worst. sentence construction. ever.)

Is it completely lame that I want to end with song lyrics by JOAN BAEZ? Sometimes I think I should really act my age.