weekends rock, then you die?

listening: the con, tegan and sara
ben folds, bruised

titles are hard to come up with, as evidenced by the title of this post. and by the lack of a title my story in progress has. people who have read the first few chapters, i am open to suggestions. keep it simple please, as long complicated titles suck.
rae, i have figured out that if i ever need music, i only have to go to slowseptember and look at the 'listening:' thing. so thank you for that.
anyway, parents are in edmonton for the weekend and alanna has work until six, so i have a...2 hour window to write sans distraction. actually, that's a lie, i probably won't write at all, but i promise to put up another chapter before school starts again. so if i don't blog (rae) don't freak out or get mad, because i'm working on new and exciting forms of entertainment for the huddled masses. can i get an 'aces' from any random person? thank you, creepy pedo man who comes into the library every tuesday and stares at me.
i'm kidding, of course.
although, the library does attract some riff-raff. there was a very sexist man in the teen section the other day. my page compadre jane went to push in some chairs by him and he flipped out and yelled at her. so we used me as a test to see if he was a jack-ass or just racist (jane is asian)/sexist. he glared at me a bit, but didn't say a word as i smiled sweetly in his direction and bashed his head in with his own foot.
-brett

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