today was actually pretty damn good. woke up this morning at 10, all wrapped up in my blanket, with my fan blowing directly in my face (yeah, i know i'm weird), and my pillows on the floor. i was damn comfy.

mom and i went to the library book sale in comstock. holy fucking shit. we bought a lot of books. like $27 worth. i should point out that hardcovers were $.50 and paperbacks $.25. and most of what we bought were paperbacks. thats a lot of books my friends.

i got some good things myself. luckily, i didn't have to pay for them. i got 'the complete plays of sophocles', a book of poetry by john donne, henry david thoreau's 'walden', 'leaves of grass' walt whitman, 'the sirens of titan' kurt vonnegut jr., 'virgil's works: the aeneid, eclogues, and georgics', plato 'the republic', 'the dharma bums' jack kerouac, 'the norton anthology of poetry', and 'the norton anthology of short fiction'.

afterwards, we stopped at some yard sales. would you like to know something? rich people have crap-ass yard sales. not only are they crap-ass, but over priced.

when we finished with the yard sales, we stopped at the scrapbook store and hung out with my aunt. i'm going to be painting the big cropping room for her in like 3 or 4 days. hopefully, i'll get paid for it.

we came home (after stopping at an antique store, where i bought a gallon jug so i can make some wine), and i mowed the lawn while mom picked up all the damn big sticks that seem to decide to have a party in our yard.

i also took the measurements of our porch railing. its falling apart. basically, if someone leaned against it, they'd knock it over. i told mom that if she paid for the wood and paint (or water protecter, whatever she wanted), i'd build her a new railng. i'd even put new molding on the porch columns. and paint the porch (ceiling, the floor itself). see, the thing is, i like building stuff. plus, i know that she would never get around to it, because building stuff isn't her thing. once i move out, this stuff won't get done. she won't do it, and she won't pay a company or whatever to have it done.

i'm the kind of person who would love to buy an old house, and renovate it by myself.

it has also been mentioned that i am a bit crazy.

that's not the point.

anyway. speaking of the porch, we have these chairs there. for being metal, and having no cushions, they are pretty fucking comfy. the thing is though, they need a new paint job. we stopped at the store and checked out outdoor spray. i got all drool-y just thinking about spray painting the chairs. but the fucking cool thing? mom let me pick out the colors. also? she approved my idea. for a design. basically, the chairs will be all swirly colored and acid trip-y. we may end up sitting around listening to the grateful dead, while folks play hackey sack on the front lawn and pass joints around.

except, not mom's pot. it smells like dog shit.

yeah. it'll be fun. the colors i picked out are pink, green, blue, yellow, and black just for some accents.

i have to go to the laundry mat in the morning. damn.. that means i have to get all my dirty clothes together. drat.