This is the weekend right?

Well, it has just been one weird weekend. First my cars transmission goes out, and then my granddad gets me a new one. Now its Saturday, and I'm writing this thing. I got up this morning and as soon as I got up, I went out to wash my new car. It was pretty fun. Except for the fact that it was humid as heck and I couldn't breathe. Then as soon as I got done washing my car, I took my Papa Sam out to ride in it with me. Then I went shopping with my parents, out to eat with my parents, to Best Buy to buy a Subwoofer Enclosure for my Mustang, and finally ended the night with my girlfriend! What a productive day.

Just the Friday from Hell getting sent to Heaven

Ok, so on Friday, I was picking up my girlfriend from her house to go to school, and as soon as I pulled out of her driveway, BAM!!! My Camaro's transmission went out. So I'm thinking, oh crap, now I've lost my only means of transportation. Well, now I have to go the whole day without a car, and the whole weekend, and the whole week more than likely. Well, apparently, my Granddad found out my car died, and went out and got me a 2009 Grabber Orange Ford Mustang! As soon as I saw it, I couldn't believe it. I was so Surprised!

Blogging...?

This is a very interesting, and new experience for me. I have never done a blog before. Well, I read one for a high school english paper, but that was part of the course. This is new to me. I am a computer geek, I know alot about them. But blogging is different. I kinda get the concept, but not completely. All I do is type what i think, or how I feel, or even what happened to me during the day. But aside from that, this is all I know what to do. I feel like I'm running a race with this thing.

They call it a wreck for a reason

Tonight, I was leaving my house, and I started backing up into another space that is in our driveway, and I backed into my mamas car. Now, there is no killing my car. It's just not possible. Most people tell me it is indestructible. I think they're right. I have backed into like, 415678643515348644359453434 trees, and that is not a lie. After hitting my moms car tonight, she has two dents in her door, and all I have is paint transfer. No scratches, no nothing. How does that happen do you ask? Lord only knows.

July 23, 1991

A birthday is nothing to scoff at. On July 23, 1991, at 11:09, I was born. That is my birthday. My parents gave me the name Justin Brooks Stone. My mama always wanted a boy named Justin, and they gave me my Daddy's middle name. Its pretty amazing too. I love my family and I love my name. I hope to pass it on to my kids someday, and hope they will accept and embrace it as i have mine.

12/15/2010

I truly am a blessed guy! I have the most amazing girlfriend ever! Tonight she was in the Miss Relay for Life pageant tonight at NGU. She looked sooo beautiful tonight and I just think she looked as beautiful tonight as she always does, and she should've won. But it just wasn't her night. I love her to death and I think the world of her. She is so amazing.

Remember when?

Its 11:53 on Saturday night... Why am I just now getting to this you ask? Because I always forget til someone reminds me. All the time I forget things. I forget times i'm supposed to remember, i forget some calendar dates i'm supposed to remember, even where i parked my car at times. It doesnt bother me too much. Only when i'm trying to remember something really important does it bother me. Like tests or papers or something I absolutely HAVE to do... I'm working on trying to remember things more clearly now. But its not gonna be short term...