Weekend forecast/my computer is lame

Things need to thank my dad for: teaching me how to fix crap. My computer is busted again. This is the second time this year so it is once again in parts on my living room floor. I just ordered a new CPU fan which I think is the problem. Lol, I am hoping anyways. The fan that came with the computer is apparently defective and they don't sell it anymore so I am going out on a limb and trying a different one. It should be compatible. If not there might be some wire splicing on my part. I'll let you know in 4-8 days when after I get the new part. Until then I will be stealing Joey's, I mean borrowing, his computer. He's got decent taste in music. Right now I am listening to a song called Adiemus by Miriam Stockley. It's very pretty.. kind of reminds me of Cirque de soleil. Alright I have more important things to do then play on this thing. I'm off to pick up some camping equipment for the weekend. To celebrate being together for 6 months Joey and I are going to take of to the wilderness this weekend. It just goes to show that you can compromise over anything. I can learn to like city life and Joey is willing to try out his primal nature side. I promise to post pictures after we return. Just think.. Joey not showering or shaving his legs for three days??? Joey in the woods??? Joey running from bears and raccoons in the middle of the night screaming like a girl??? I cannot tell you just how excited I am about this. I never think it is possible but then I fall in love with him a little more. (Quit gagging, I'm done.)

The best news of all is that my dad has returned home from the land of uncomfortable cots and scrubs. He is back home and sounding down right chipper. He has to take it easy for awhile but my mom is going to go visit him this weekend so he has some company. I am very, very happy and relieved about all of this. While it was worrisome at the time everything was probably for the best because now we know things that will be important for the future. Plus I have an excuse to go back to my childish habit of calling him every morning. Poor man, you kind of have to feel sorry for him putting up with a kid like this but at the same time at least he is well aware of just how much I like him.