Retardedness

Yesterday I wanted to update my blog. I kept trying to log in and the site kept telling me that my user account was unfound. I was freaking out. I thought that the website was down. It turns out that I was entering my blog name instead of my username. I didn't realize this until I had them e-mail me my username. Talk about a major brain fart.

I got my first grade back of the spring semester. I should be happy. There is nothing wrong with a B+, especially if I didn't do half of the reading. Grades in my family are a huge deal. Every time my dad calls me, he asks about them. It is like my entire worth is stacked into those few letters I get back at the end of the semester. At least that is how he makes me feel. I am tempted to call him up right now and tell him what my grade was. This urge is mostly out of spite considering that it is not even 8am there and no one in my house is awake at this time. I'll resist that urge.

Today is Taz's birthday. I got him a book, some carrot juice (his weird request for a birthday gift), and I made him a CD using my I-tunes pepsi caps that I won. He has the weirdest taste in music. He wanted Ini Kamoze, Prince, Stacy Q, Eminem, Vengaboys, Quad City DJ's, Outkast, Ace of Base, Earl Skruggs, and other random stuff. I could have sworn that I got him something else, but for the life of me, I can't remember what it is. I'm still angry that he has to work tonight, but C'est la Vie.

I had all this crap that I wanted to blog about yesterday but now I cannot remember it. I think I'm getting old.