thursday night i chose to go to yardhouse in irvine. im pretty much sick of sushi and my mercury levels are probably through the roof. we call josh and whenever he goes, buckle up your seatbelt. of course his is300 cannot compare to the viper, but what matters is the person driving behind it. as long as you have a ballsy driver, he will take any vehicle to its full potential. to make a long story short, we arrive at the irvine spectrum in a record breaking 15 minutes for a 33 mile trip. we were running late though. speeds ranged from 120-170 mph and heart rate was at about 150.

saturday comes and my friends tell me to go to avalon. i thought it would be ok for me to go since going to a club is much safer than playing in the snow at night. but no. my parents still wouldnt have let me go if it wasnt for me telling them i was going to A dinner. i snuck out of the house wearing a big jacket so they wont see me all dressed up. yea so i lied, but when i came home at 4am, i fessed up. so again, i got busted.

sunday, i spend time with my family as usual. but this time, we go to my grandma's house. i see her time to time, but not enough. she is pretty much a 5-year old now. her alzheimer's has gone to its worst. she talks to the TV, talks to herself, forgets everyone's name. we all laugh. its funny.