Wow, that's the longest I've been yet without posting. I started feeling a little guilty for keeping my life to myself. I mean, I know how much you need it. You are here, after all. Anyway, I was just mowing my grandma's lawn and I must have stepped in something, cause my cat has been sniffing my toes for five minutes. I was wearing sandals, so whatever it was would have gotten all up in there. She (my cat) even started licking one of my toes for a second. It was wierd. Dangit! Whenever I'm sitting here at my computer these bugs keep flying into the window and they must be going pretty fast, because they make a pretty loud noise. You'd think they'd be able to see the glass, now that it's all smeared with their comerads' guts. Stupid bugs.

We're just about done with the bathroom floor. Next we work on the walls. I'm not exactly sure what we're doing with the walls, but painting is part of it. When we're done with everything else we have to bring in the claw-foot tub. That thing is really heavy. I'm not sure my dad and I are gonna get it up the stairs on the deck, much less all the way to the bathroom. We may have to ask some friends to help. If you're reading this AfroRyan, be ready. You and your dad will probably be the first people we ask, just to warn you. It'll be a while, though.

Well, I posted this site on my RvB (Red vs. Blue) account, but I don't think anyone from there has visited. If they have I don't think they particularly cared for it because nobody has said a thing. Oh, well. Different tastes for different...somethings. I don't remember how that goes, except for the first part. Actually, the only part I don't remember is the last word, so I did pretty good. I don't have anything else to say. Hasta luego.

My good friend, AfroRyan, author of my number one link, is going on vacation to Florida, so let's all wish him a safe trip and no shark attacks. They're gonna be around the same area where that girl was killed by a shark not long ago, you know. He's really just about the only person I know of that reads my blog, other than Vietnam War Hero, so if anyone else is reading this I would just like to say, "Good for you. Oh, and thanks for reading."

I finally got all the tax information I needed in to John A. (the college I'll be attending) and they moved my tuition due date back two months! Hooray for me! More time to try and find a job and earn some money that I won't be able to spend on anything cool or fun because I have to use it to pay for college! Life's just grand, isn't it? I'm gonna start saying "bye" or "see you later" in different languages for a while. We'll see how long it lasts. Ciao.

Oh, my, gosh! We're a one bathroom family again. There's almost always a bathroom off the master bedroom, right? Well, the bottom of the shower in my parents' bathroom busted a while back, so every time they've taken a shower in there instead of the water going down the drain it went through the crack and under the tile into the wood underneath. A little while of that has taken its toll. All the wood in there has been rotted and the wood under the shower particularly has been reduced to the consistency of applesauce. Believe me, I am not joking. I had to shovel it into a trash bag today. You would not believe the amount of mold that comes from a little water like that. Most of it was under the floor boards. It looked like the wood had come to life and sprouted white hair. I've been the one doing most of the work in there for about a week since my dad has asthma and my brother is incompetent. I've been the one cutting and tearing up the tile, ripping up the floor, tearing down the walls, bagging the moldy, wet trash, hauling it outside, and spraying any remaining mold with bleach so my dad could get in there and see what to do. Meanwhile, my parents are setting up camp in the other bathroom. Our-or more importantly, my-bathroom. Besides all the junk that was in there to begin with, now every day I walk in there, my mom has added more of her crap to clutter up the place. Why do women need so much stuff? Now that the floor is mostly gone, we have to move pipes because my mom wants to redecorate and move stuff around, and since we're moving pipes, we also have to solder them together (not an easy task). I think we turned the water off five times today. The first time was to do all the main work. The other four were to check whether we had caught all the leaks and fixed them. I guess we eventually got it done, but boy, was it a pain in my butt? Yes, yes it was. Crap. I just looked over and I think my plant's dying again. Better water it. Thank goodness the water's working now. I can get a shower and water my plant. Later.

Would you look at that? Two days since my last post. Bet that's the last time you thought I would post. Already getting the jump on you, aren't I? I can't stop! I was working at my aunt and uncle's again and you know what I saw? You guessed it. More big bugs. They were the two biggest centipedes I have ever seen. They were every bit of three inches long and the body alone (without including the legs) was half a centimeter wide. Bright orange, really cool. I also saw the biggest woolly worm I've ever seen. It must be something about living in the middle of the woods. They always have the biggest bugs. It's like being in the Amazon! Don't you wish you could get this excited by bugs? One winter I was at their house and eight or nine non-reign deer came right up to the house. It was like Santa's crew was on vacation or something except, like I said, they were non-reign deer. Just regular deer. Non-reign. HA!

As you can see, I've given up posting every two days. Partly because I forgot and the other partly because I was tired of doing it. There was just too much pressure to perform. You can't cage this bird. I have to be free to create. Anyway, I've been ripping the floor and walls out of a bathroom for the past couple of days. There's mold in there. The shower broke and started leaking. It got smelly. Now I'm fixing it. So...what's new? Know any good jokes? No time. I have to go pick up my stupid retard-I mean brother-I mean retard. You better be ready for the next post. You don't know when or where it's gonna strike. Well, you know where, but you don't know when. You have to be on your toes from now on. Bye.

Oh, yeah. Right. About the joke...I forgot it. Sorry. You'll never hear the funniest joke in the world now. But that's okay. there are more important things in life, like what happened in my life yesterday. You know how I've been working at my aunt and uncle's house? Well, I was yesterday and there are these little reptilian creatures running around the property. My uncle seems to think they're skinks, which as I understand it aren't lizards, but are very closely related. I'm not sure if that's correct, as I've been too lazy to look it up. Anyway, I was pushing the wheelbarrow to go get more rock and saw one of the little critters darting around on the ground. I noticed it because it was bright blue with a couple of yellow stripes down its back and there isn't much grass where he was. I immediately stopped and tried to catch him. He must have been a very young one because about a week earlier I had seen one about six times his size. When I was trying to catch him he ran up next to my boot. I went for him again and he crawled up my boot onto my leg. When I reached for him again he crawled down into my boot. Then I had to be careful because I didn't want to move wrong and smash him. So I just sat there for about five minutes and started tapping on my boot trying to coax him out. He came up just enough so I could see his head and the tips of his front feet. That was really cute 'cause he was so small. I finally got him out of my boot and tried one more time to catch him, but he suddenly disappeared. He was so fast I didn't see where he went. Later that day I saw the biggest dragonfly I have ever seen in my entire life. It must have been four or five inches long with about that same length wingspan. It was army green and black. The skink obviously transformed into a dragonfly and got a paint job. He missed me so much that he came to see me. Must be my animal magnetism. It's a gift and a curse.

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It has recently occurred to me that I haven't yet really told you anything about myself in a post. So I'll give you some stuff that isn't in the profile on your right and maybe some that is. My name's Andrew Elston. I live in Southern Illinois. I like playing video games and watching t.v. I also play (or played) soccer and church league basketball. The only soccer I might still play is at this indoor place. It's a much smaller field, so there are only four people plus goalies per team. It's a lot faster-paced than regular soccer and even when I'm in shape it makes me really tired. I might play basketball again, but I'm not sure. If I had a picture of myself I'd put it in right about here, but I don't, so I can't. There are a couple pictures on the LivingStone site. They're a couple of years old now, but it still looks like me. I have cut my beautiful hair, though. I'll get a pic up sometime.

In other news, my 4th of July was a bust. First of all, it started raining really hard about the middle of the day. And then, here we are, two hours early just to get a parking spot, me with nothing to do but pick my nose or something, and when it gets closer to time for the show to start, somebody pulls up beside us and tells us their not gonna do the fireworks until tomorrow, which would make it today (or tonight). It kinda defeats the whole 4th of July thing, having it on the fifth. It wasn't really that important. I just thought it might make some decent post material. Later.

Here I am, sitting at my computer...again. I know it's been two days, but I really don't feel like posting today. I mean, why? I have so many other-better-things to do than write to you people all the time. Tomorrow's the 4th of July and I need to figure out what, if anything, I'm doing to celebrate. I don't think we even bought fireworks this year. That's a little bit of a let-down, isn't it? Whoever heard of a 4th of July without fireworks? Well, now you all have, that's who. Did I blind-side you with that one? Don't lie. I think you guys are giving me gas. Of course, it could be because I need to take a dump. Having said that, I don't think I'm gonna post today. I'm sorry, but you can't have everything you want. I know it hurts, but I'll be back, posting with all my familiar greatness...probably in about two days. Cya...well, I can't really say that, because I obviously will not see you. More like "communicate-to-you-via-this-blog later". Yeah, that's better.

I simply couldn't go to bed without having posted. I probably would have been up all night. The visitation and funeral the other day both went off without a hitch. The service was particularly nice. There were so many people at the visitation that it had to be stopped for the service and it resumed afterward. I also got my scholarship essay written and everything sent in-on time, even. It's been a pretty good couple of days. I finally got the supplies I needed to resume work at my aunt and uncle's house and did so. It was apparently not as hot as it has been, but it was by no means cool, or even pleasant, until long after I was done for the day and had spent two and a half hours in their pool. Now what I need to do is get my scheduled english class moved to the summer after my first semester at college. That way, not only will I no longer have nineteen credit hours in my first semester, but I'll have to write fewer papers. What a deal! A student's work is never done. I feel like maybe attempting to write a poem.