whatever, man.

I'm writing another journal after journal because I want to, and you can't tell me something's wrong because it's allllll mine. Hung out with a dearly missed homeslice lyndall today, got her ready to play some ultimate frisbee, got food, then the round two. Can't say much about her, other than to say that shes the bomb. Hopefully she'll dominate at the game tomorrow. (If she goes).

Oooope, just randomly read about a woman who had to clean pee and poop off the so called, "dry bucket" for 23 years in India because of such big gaps in their social hierchy. Apparently, now she is a queen or some sort, rockin' the gold clown with blings on her head. Man, what a life! I wonder if we had a hierchy, then some things would probably make sense to a lot of us, such as politics and somewhat of millions of problems that the country faces these hectic, hectic days....