So for the last week my front yard has been undergoing the process known as 'youryardisbeingtornapart'. My parents are spending around 100k to add a huge circular driveway and make the whole house all pretty-like, which is cool with me because I'm gonna need some extra space to park both the accord and my new car whenever I get it.


I'm riding up what's left of our front yard. This is my brother's little minibike/play bike. My full size yamaha actually fits me, so dont scream at me.


So here's a pic of my brother riding up the same mountain....


Ten minutes later here he is on his way to CHOC.


So yea, he goes down the steep back end of this moutain with me watching from the top of the thing and his front wheel catches and he flies off of the bike with his weak arms out in front of him to stop his fall. Unfortunately, my brother is not a big fan of milk, and his bones are brittle like crazy. His forearm breaks instantly on impact and all of a sudden I'm staring at his bone which is poking out of his bleeding arm which is spurting blood out of some broken artery or something. Not a pretty one. We had to call the paramedics because he was about 10 feet off the ground in another pile of dirt and it would have been kinda hard to move him without making matters worse for him.

Nevertheless. I dont want sympathy. If someone tries to apologize to me here or at school tommorow I'm gonna smack them. My brother has broken so many bones its not even funny.. this is just the first one that I've seen.

So I'm going to print out that bitch Varieur's essay and go give my computer to Tyler cause I dont feel like packing it tommorow right before I leave. I'll see you all sunday.

..lj..
my goddamn ankle hurts, it's sprained. I'm gonna go put it up and watch fickle kerry try to look better than bush (even though everyone who's got a mind can see that he's a self-contradicting idiot).