aaron's jarty

... so i understand these things are supposed to be therapuetic? what the hell, i'll try my hand at blogging. besides, i could use the breeze through my hair as i sit high atop the bandwagon.

oh, the holidays ... so bittersweet. school being out vs. time with step-family. imagine a thanksgiving with mom, her husband and fifteen senior citizens you've never met before, in a house that reeks of metamucil, and no turkey! hey, thanks for the wonderful thanksgiving ham ... just like the pilgrims. maybe after we finish up, we can go eat hamburgers at baseball games, and drink white zinfadel with big juicy steaks. dumbasses.

the weekend, however, was a blast. we won the egg bowl, tyler got drunk off a pitcher of beer, kelso almost fought a guy in the bar, cole was stalked by a random girl, and we played a bit of beer pong.

but the news of the weekend is that the boy scout cookies, a band of former campers from san antonio, not only had a jarty this weekend (a jean party, to the layperson), but did so at an aaron carter concert, and was complimented by the man himself. keep rocking, bsc.