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Birthday Parties and a Poor Guy
Listening to: Seperate Ways by Journey

Today is Vanessa's Birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY VANESSA!!!

I woke up this afternoon and played some FFXI. Only to get killed. Aiy, wasnt worth the log on. Vanessa called me on my cell-phone and from what I could make out what she was saying, she was having a family birthday party and I was invited over for Tacos (YESSSSSSSSSS) and cake.

Well I got home to a suprise. My friend Cory from like 4 years ago was here. He stopped to see what I was up to and how I was doing. It was really weird because the nght before Dave and I were talking about him, and 3 days before that, Joey and I were talking about him as we drove past his old house.

So I ended up hanging out with him for a little, and we ran to town to get some groceries for mom. When we got back he left and I grabbed my things and went to Vanessa's.

At Vanessa's I ate, EIGHT tacos. I was STILL hungry too. My gawd. Jake, Vanessa and her cousin Micheal and I hung out. Micheal is her cousin that is obsessed with DBZ. With his help we converted Nessa to an Anime person. Heh Heh.

Her party was fun. I played video games, guitar, sang, and watched a movie. Now she is back under house arrest until March 12. Dang~ I was supposed to go to Justin's birthday party but his mom is EXTREMELY sick with the flu and in the hospital. Oh man, that kid never gets a break. Poor guy.

There was a Blizzard/Storm advisory for us. I was driving home and I could barely see. It was freezing out too. On my way up the hill, I saw this guy pushing his bike. I have seen him before, riding his bike towards Hart. I always asumed he worked at Petersons and didn't have a car. Well, I pass him and then I had the biggest attack on my conscious ever. I carried my stuff into the house, and as I was getting ready to take off my shoes I stopped and mom asked me what was wrong. I told her I would be right back. There was something I needed to do.

I drove back down the hill and told the guy I would give him a ride. I knew he didn't live anywhere on the hill, because I know the families around her on this hill. He must live past me somewhere. He was extremely grateful. He told me "God must be in a really good mood to send you to help me. THANK YOU!" He told me where he lived and where he worked (Petersons like I thought). He even told me how he rides his bike an hour and a half to work and almost 2 hours home from work (Hills make it longer). The poor guy. They let him out of work 2 hours late today too. So ontop of being late home (It already being 9:10), he was out late at night, only to get back up and leave by 5:30-6 to make it to work on time. He had a car but a few weeks ago the snow storm caused him to get stuck and this ripped part of his fuel line out when they pulled him out. So now he is working to pay the bills, and a new car. Gawd, Ferry is a such an awful place. No neihbors, no jobs, nothing. 10 miles away from everything in all directions.

After helping him I felt extremely good about myself. I felt like I did something really good for someone. ^_^

That has been the extent of my day.

Blogged by Marcus Morris at 11:43 AM