30 APR 2002 - 9.03p
Ask and ye shall receive. Amazing. Since posting my list of things that make me cry yesterday, a good majority of them no longer make me cry, unless tears of joy.

First and foremost, I feel a lot better about the John situation.

Secondly, Amy just emailed me to tell me she has an extra ticket to the Detroit Belle and Sebastian show. I know that after the extravaganza from my last trip to Detroit I said I would never return there... desparate times call for desparate measures. I need to get out of here, and I badly need to see Belle and Sebastian. Amy, I love you. You are the greatest, and I mean that very sincerely. Thank you for even offering.

Next, Newt is going quite sound. I had a really nice ride today, and I think that a lot of the "hitch" could possibly be muscle soreness. We changed the way we were padding my saddle, and we just might be on the right track. Still keeping fingers crossed and trying not to get hopes up too much, though.

D. Emailing my long lost high school friend Brigid after the Taco Party has sparked new correspondence with her. It's been great to catch up with her. After she read my blog entry, she offered to burn Bubble and Scrape and send it to me. I am also forever in debt to her for her burning services.

5. I still haven't done my school work. Oh well, school blows... and it's almost over, anyway.

Sixth, it's not too cold to run to my car for cigarettes today. It started off chilly, but turned out quite nice. I even went for a little hack outside on the Newt after we worked.

Seventh. Ivy is still moving. I'm sad about that. But she is going to only be 20 minutes from the barn. Not bad.

Eighth... Paul Cox? What about that Breeders record?

Yes, so I'm not so bad today. Thanks, everybody. I am very appreciative.

30 APR 2002 - 2.48a
You know, while I'm up late creating tales of how I grew up in a town called Dialasong, later moving to Wolfshirt, which is just outside of Columbus, you'd think I'd do my paper. No. I'm not going to.

But right now I'm thinking clearer than I have thought in days. No sleep=me.

30 APR 2002 - 12.19a
Dear everybody who reads this:
Please feel bad for me. In fact, here's a list of things that make me cry:
1. John.
2. Missing Belle and Sebastian.
3. Newt.
4. Losing Sebadoh's 'Bubble and Scrape' in the great Detroit car clean out.
5. Not doing any of my schoolwork.
6. It's too cold to go outside for a cigarette (they are in my car).
7. Ivy moving.
8. Paul Cox is never going to send me that Breeders record.

I'm sure I'll add to this list later.

29 APR 2002 - 6.51p
The morning after the infamous Taco Party, my car wouldn't shift into reverse. I couldn't get the shifter thing to move, period. It was insane... so I called my mom and was bombarded with the stupidest questions ever ("Is the car on? You started it, right? Is your foot on the brake?"). We finally established something was wrong with the car and that I'm not a complete moron and that I know how to drive... so I've been driving the monster truck around. My uncle suggested it could very well be a fuse... something about brake lights... sure enough, it seems that is the problem. Fuse replaced, and my car is on the road.

Ivy drove to school today, since my car was not repaired. Since I was there early, I was hoping to catch John on the way out of one of his classes, but he felt the need to skip this morning since he was tired or whatever. Kind of sucked. I was bummed, so Ivy and I changed my voicemail message to something like, "Hi, this is Meghan. If your initials are J.S., you weren't in class this morning and you suck. If your initials are anything else, please leave me a message and I'll get back to you. (sound of Ivy and Meghan laughter)" I knew he'd call when he got to work... so I turned my cell off and went to Ivy's gay class with her. We watched some movie about gays. John did end up calling and reaching my voicemail, and I think he appreciated the jest of my message.

I went to Conflict next, and then Ivy and I decided to skip German and have lunch at Tommy's. I got spinach pie and french fries... I was super excited about it. Yay, food. It would have been a good soup day (Ivy had my favorite french onion soup, minus the cheese) but I just wasn't in the mood.

I'm really getting depressed. The John stuff is starting to get to me... end of the semester, I have no idea what's going to happen. I'm feeling really dumb for letting this affect me so much. I kept assuring everybody that I knew what I was doing, etc... but I obviously didn't know what I was doing, and now I'm afraid I'm going to be a bit of a wreck. I am being completely honest with him, and with myself, and sometimes the truth just plain sucks. But given my life as of late, this is the way it goes... something exceptionally wonderful happens, then I get this big slap in the face. I can laugh about it... I have horrible luck, I guess, and it's easier to laugh it off sometimes. What could I expect, anyway? That's all I keep thinking... I knew the slap was coming, and now I'm having a hard time dealing with it... it's probably my own fault. It's funny because I wasn't lonely when I met him, but if I said I wasn't going to be lonely after next week, I'd be a big liar.

27 APR 2002 - 10.30p
On to the Taco Party review.

The evening started off quiet. Hardly anybody was there when I initially arrived and I admit that made me a little nervous. It was good to see John from German. He came with a girl, Autumn, who I found to be quite nice. We chatted a bit about metal. They left fairly early on in the evening (probably a good call).

People started arriving, including these guys. No idea who they were, but I have a picture of them. The decorations we worked so hard on were displayed above the taco buffet. I'm not really sure if anybody was really eating the tacos, but the buffet kept us amused.
Ivy and Ed prepare a snack.
Ivy enjoys scooping another heaping spoon of meat for Ed's taco.
How about a little more meat, Ed?
Ed seems satisfied with the final outcome of his taco.
Obviously not satisfied from his meat taco, Ed enjoys some lettuce.

After a healthy meat-filled dinner, we brought out Ivy's beautiful pie. It was so good, I could hardly help from sampling it before a piece was cut. But Ivy snatched the pie back and cut it into pieces so I could eat it properly.

But the fun and games weren't restricted to just the tacos and pie... there was even drinking! We drank outside. We drank inside. We drank from bottles. We drank from the keg. We drank until we passed out with our cups of amaretto sour and gin in hand.

Sure, people drink, they do silly things. I'm getting tired of doing this entry, so here's a sample of the silly things people do:
They throw tortillas into ceiling fans.
They kiss people they wouldn't normally kiss.
They fall down.
They do this.
And sometimes they do this.
They take advantage of a good opportunity.
And sometimes they even do things that make for photos worthy of an album cover.

At some point, things turned a bit. Actually, I'm pretty sure it was right around the time Bob came home. For those of you not familiar with Bob, consider yourselves lucky. Apparently he did not masturbate his required five times a day yesterday because he was a little grouchy. Some of our actions irritated him a bit... well, it was mostly me he was irritated with. I am a bitch (no shit!). I was no longer welcome in "his" house even though our tom foolery was certainly not exclusive to him. But as I said, he only jacked off four times instead of five yesterday... and that one extra load makes a huge difference. I think he just wanted us out of his house so he could have a little time to himself, if you know what I mean. He should have gone for a run or something to get rid of his extra tension, but he probably couldn't with his shoes dangling so far above. Instead of listening to his boring, childish banter, some of my bitchy friends and I took the party back to my house, including the keg. Ray was so kind as to hoist it into the trunk of my car (conveniently parked in Paul's garage).

Lacey and I drove off into the sunrise (it was quite late) with the keg and some of our friends in tow. We hung out here for a bit, and made sure to put Ed in an appropriate place. We looked at the pictures we'd taken all night, made music videos out of them, and went to bed.

I'm really tired of doing this entry. Here's various pictures... knock yourselves out.
Lacey's taco.
Lacey and her taco.
Taco hoodie.
Ivy's cleavage and her taco.
Nick's taco.
Paul's taco, in an appropriate place.
Lacey and Ed.
Jared and Paul.
Brett and Bob.
Lacey and I.
And last but not least, Ed.

This concludes my entry. Whew.

27 APR 2002 - 7.06p
First things first... as much as I would like to jump right into the Taco Party review, I have to back track just a bit.

Thursday night, John came over and we watched Buffalo 66, my all-time favorite movie. It was even better watching it with him. While he was here, I got a message from Ed, asking if I wanted to see some band with him. I called him once John left and found out that some band with the Nirvana guy and some Meat Puppets guy was playing at the Grog Shop. I agreed to go, just out of lack of anything better to do, I guess. It was really crowded... the place was filled with grungy looking guys that seemed to be stuck in the 90's. I kept making jokes, pointing at some guy wearing a knit cap, a flannel, and several thermal layers, saying, "it's really not that cold in here." Then some guy started talking to us... he seemed okay (because he mentioned sunny day real estate, Pavement, and Ted Leo in the first two minutes of conversation... how bad could he have been?), but he looked a little plastic... too blonde, too tan... he needed to carry around a surfboard. We talked to him for a bit... it was difficult to tell whether or not he was hitting on me and/or Ed... he kept saying he'd see us again and would talk to me at the Ted Leo show, etc. Weird.

In typical Meghan fashion, I was being a smart ass. The band sucked, so I was paying more attention to my conversation with this guy and all the grungesters around me. I pointed to some really Seattle looking guy and told my new friend that the guy was in the movie Singles. My new friend suggested we talk to the grunge guy, and I refused. So he went ahead, and asked the guy if he was in Singles, to which the guy replied with putting his finger to his lips and saying, "Shhhh..." Too funny. Later he walked past us and shouted, "Grunge will never die!!!" Good god, where do these people come from? I didn't believe people like that actually existed. I continued conversing with my new friend, only to find out that he is married. I don't know what it is about me, but I just had to laugh. It's not like I was into this guy or anything... just funny.

I'm going to talk to David about his new dog now. I'll talk Taco Party later.

25 APR 2002 - 5.04p
To everyone I know: I AM OFFICIALLY LOSING MY MIND.

If you read this message, someone please call me at home, or on my cell phone... I don't even care which one.

24 APR 2002 - 4.45p
More proof that I am the most fickle person on the face of the earth... Paul Cox, I love you. Now send me the Breeders record and the Scurvy cd. Thank you.

23 APR 2002 - 11.20p
Update: My life is so fucked up! Weeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!

23 APR 2002 - 2.03p
Paul Cox is lame. Not only does his new blog blow, but he's too lame to enjoy a GBV show in it's entirity. Yes, Paul Cox dearest, they did play too much new material... but that was no reason to think you were too good for the show and sit outside and smoke an entire pack of cigarettes! That was probably the pack that pushes you over the cancerous edge, and you know what? You probably deserve it.

I haven't been trashing Paul Cox nearly enough. I'm not done yet. Paul Cox has too many records, but he hasn't sent me the Breeders "Head to Toe" which was promised to me months ago. And I have yet to see a scurvy cd, which I was also promised. Where's the love, Paul Cox? I came to visit you, I sent you a birthday gift... and this is what I get in return? I'm too good for this. You suck.

In non-Paul Cox sucking news, I brought Newtie "home" to Timberlane today so he could get new shoes tomorrow. It will be nice to have both horses in one place for a few days. Less driving for me.

David is going to get a dog. I am excited for him, and if I had actually received my tax return, I might've even taken a trip there to see it. However, the government sucks (like Paul Cox) and they kept my money to pay off part of the gazillion dollars I owe them, which I racked up from those silly student loans from the three semesters I spent at Findlay. Student loans suck like Paul Cox, too.

Kind of disappointing that I have no pictures to share today. They make my blog so much more enjoyable.

[now playing: teenage fanclub - "bandwagonesque" cd]

21 APR 2002 - 10.56p
I had a super successful day at work today... I think we sold more than triple of what our sales goal was. We had some really large sales, including one of my favorite mosaic wall pictures which sold for a whopping $400 (not including tax).

I spent yesterday with horses, and then with Ivy and Paul. I think we made a small dent in some of the Taco Party decorations. Paul was nice enough to give Ivy a glass of water when we got to his house. However, she promptly "lost" it, along with the glue. Once we started working on things, the creative juices started flowing. I think it all began when Paul gave Ivy some grocery store ads... then the black taco of death turned into a lovely fruit salad taco. We had no idea what Paul was doing making shredded construction paper carrots. Carrots don't go on tacos!! Things started getting silly with the steak, shrimp and Great Lakes Dortmunder taco. Pretty soon we made everything into tacos... Radiohead albums, leopards, Michael Jackson, and pigs with scissors were no exceptions. I'm not exactly sure what Paul is doing in this picture... perhaps he's cutting one of his own fingers off to use in our art project. That's dedication. Pretty soon we were kicked out of Paul's house, because he had somewhere to be. Lame. But we packed up our supplies, and made sure to put all the shredded lettuce and carrots that Paul worked so hard on into the fridge as to avoid spoiling.

Ivy and I came back here and watched Trading Spaces and some silly MTV show about sex. In case you didn't know, jumping up and down after intercourse doesn't prevent pregnancy. Damn. I need to find a new method.

20 APR 2002 - 5.22p
I had an interesting day yesterday... I don't really know why. I went to class, and that's always interesting, I guess. Then I went to see the baby Eh? horse. Didn't do much with him, just a quick turn out. Lacey was at her parents' house, so she stopped by for a visit. She enjoyed posing with the baby horse. I would like to add that her shoes are inappropriate for handling horses... but the baby is about as harmless as a labrador retriever puppy, so I wasn't too worried.

Last night I went out with John. He was already pretty drunk when I met up with him (11 shots drunk, I think) and it was pretty entertaining. Not in a bad way, just the type of way that when I think of it, I'll smile. And that's definitely not a bad thing at all. Oh, I forgot, this isn't a blog about John anymore. I'll shut up now.

I just wanted to add a picture of this. Lacey painted that for me as a gift almost two years ago, in honor of my 21st and 22nd birthday (we were re-celebrating my 21st because it blew). I love it so much I had to share it to the world. Actually, I took a picture of it last night to show John (he never noticed it in my room before and I think it came up at the GBV show a couple weeks ago) and now I'm sharing it with the world. The picture is inspired by "Zoo Pie" by the Guided by Voices, one of my favorite (not really) songs.

The Taco Party is rapidly approaching. Invitations have been printed and they are so cool people will probably be selling them on eBay. I hear that Dave Davis might even be attending!! How exciting! I hope to help with decorations soon. Ivy and I briefly discussed going to a party supply store. Fun!

19 APR 2002 - 2.08p
Last night Paul H came over because I was sad. There was a big spider on the wall in the bathroom, and I decided to trap it in a bottle. I made Paul H do the trapping, though, because spiders are creepy. Once Peter (I chose to name the spider Peter, after Peter Parker) was safe inside his bottle, we fed him a nugget of dog food. We decided to go out for a drink, so we left Peter safe in his bottle on the picnic table in my backyard. Upon returning, I wanted to set Peter free. Phoebe, Paul H and I all gathered in the backyard... Paul took care of gently dumping Peter out of his bottle. Peter sat on the ground for a second, kind of stunned (I think he was just confused... the world is a big, big place compared to a bottle). That picture is the last picture of him alive, as moments after it was taken, Phoebe swooped in and ate both the nugget of dog food, and my new friend Peter.

That was honestly the closest I've ever been to a spider in my whole life. I'll miss you, Peter.

19 APR 2002 - 9.41a
Sorry kids, this is no longer going to be "a blog all about John." From now on, I'm using it just to trash Paul Cox. "Thrilling."

17 APR 2002 - 4.43p
I made David do a bad thing today. We will never, ever do it again. But now he knows something I don't know... and I don't want to know. Ugh.

Paul Cox is lame. He went and changed his blog on me. Of course he didn't offer to change mine to match... and of course he didn't link to my blog off of his new one. Paul Cox, you broke my heart.

I just took Phoebe to the barn and we both ran around like idiots. It was fun, and I rested on the side of a hill while she chased birds. All the while, the Eh? horse was enjoying rolling in the paddock. It was a nice day to hang out at the barn.

I have to go to work soon. I'm not going to see Kids in the Hall tonight because I am lame (but not as lame as Paul Cox).

16 APR 2002 - 9.55p
I would like to add another reason why John is my favorite: he doesn't like pulp in his orange juice. Pulp in general (meaning both juice and the band) is nasty. That is all.

16 APR 2002 - 9.01p
John is my favorite. I don't know if that's bad... it probably is bad... but it was just so nice to spend a lazy summerish early evening with him. We didn't really have much to do, so he took me out for ice cream (I had a raspberry shake) and then we sat around in a park for a while. I would have been content to sit there all night with him, but some scary guy wearing a headband and driving a corvette ruined it (not really, but it was funny). So we went to the barn where the mounted patrol keeps their horses... it was the sweetest gesture to take me there. It was such a simple thing to do but now I'm afraid I am even more smitten. We looked at all the horses and I'm sure I amazed John with my knowledge (not really). He seemed a little nervous around them, even though they were all really well behaved... I hope Newt doesn't try to bite his face off when he finally meets him. Anyhow... sigh, I am totally swooning. He took me to see horses. This might be more swoon worthy than the time David cleaned snow off my car with a mitten. David, I am so sorry... but he took me to see horses!

15 APR 2002 - 8.22p
I said the dumbest thing ever today. I have to make this public, because if I keep it all hush hush, I'm sure someone will take the opportunity to embarrass me about it in the future. This way, I will put all embarrassment out into the open and everybody can make fun of me, but I won't really care because here I am making fun of myself. Anyhow... I downloaded a new ring for my new cell phone today. My phone now rings "Paranoid Android" and it's amazing. I also downloaded another ring, but that's a surprise for now. Well, this afternoon, John called me and it was the first time I actually got to hear my phone ring "Paranoid Android." The first thing he said to me when I answered was something about the ring, and I said, "Yeah, that was pretty cool, wasn't it?" as if he'd heard the ring. Then it occurred to me that John could not hear "Paranoid Android" on his end and that I'd just said a really dumb thing. This will no longer make me feel stupid now that you all know. The end.

On Saturday night, John and I met at Mitzi's and had drinks. I appreciate people being upfront and honest with me, but when John dropped the bombshell that he will be attending Belle and Sebastian, I think my initial reaction was, "Fuck you." You see, I'd been trying to get John to go with me (to Detroit) but he'd just say stuff about not being able to get off work or something lame. Then I tried getting him to go with me to icky Pittsburgh to see GBV. But he couldn't do that either, because he's now going to see Belle and Sebastian in Chicago, with a friend and a person who doesn't really exist. Apparently the tickets were a graduation gift and were supposed to be a surprise... but he was told the other day... and then he had to tell me. I'm very sad. I'm not going to see anybody now. I'm going to sit at home and mope that entire weekend. I was pretty desparate to try to find a way to get to the Chicago show after the initial bomb was dropped... but David told me the tickets are insanely expensive on eBay... there's no way I'm going to be able to go... so I've just been telling myself I didn't really want to see them, anyway (yeah, right).

Last night I went with John and his friend Ryan to see Beulah. It was good to get out (and wear a skirt!!!!) and see a band... the bands weren't terribly exciting, but I still had a decent time. John and I had to be on "good behavior" since his friend was there. That's why I wore the skirt... just to make John a little mad.

The lovely weather we've been having makes for very good horses. The kid Eh? horse has been great! My mom came out to see him for the first time yesterday and thought he was nice. She couldn't believe how good he is... she said he's better (at the age of two and a half) than Newt was when we first got him (at age 5). I had an even better ride on him today... it was like a light bulb went off in his head. He's really starting to grasp difficult concepts like steering and balance.

Newt has been feeling great, too. I had a super nice ride on him... he felt completely sound (in Robin's saddle) and all I kept thinking when I was riding him was how badly I want to get to a horse show. If he holds up, I'm thinking of possibly taking him to Coshocton (one of my favorite horse shows, although it's not big or anything)... I think that might be the same weekend as the stupid Belle and Sebastian shows I didn't really want to go to anyway... so that might be a good diversion for me. Hopefully the Newter will remain sound.

12 APR 2002 - 11.49p
It seems like everybody is excited about Ivy's Taco Party. It is two weeks away, and from what I understand, formal invitations will be given, but are probably not necessary to attend. Hope to see you there!

Yesterday, we went to the Plain Dealer with Dave Davis. Oh, what fun it was! My favorite part was when we lost Brett... not that I wanted to lose him or anything... it was just funny. He's not even in our class! Afterwards, John and I had Guinness. I like John. I like Guinness. The end.

Tonight marked my return to work. It wasn't particularly exciting or anything. It's just some more money in my pocket, I guess. I did wear a skirt, though, since the weather has been exceptional the last two days. Wearing skirts is nice.

11 APR 2002 - 1.51p
HAPPY 10TH BIRTHDAY, NEWT!!!

My baby boy was born ten years ago today. I've owned him for half of his life, and fully intend on having him for the rest of it. I can't believe he's ten.

I rode him today, in Robin's saddle. He's probably 98% sound in her saddle, no funny hitch in his stride... so now I'm beginning to think that my saddle is the problem, and has been the problem all along... or that my saddle is aggrivating whatever the original problem was. I spoke to Joanne about this, and I probably could get $800-900 for my saddle if I sold it... putting that money towards something new would help immensely, and my birthday is coming up, so she'd definitely be willing to pitch in more towards it. I don't know if I could afford a Butet or anything, but maybe I could find one used...

The baby horse was amazingly good today. I shaved all of his wooly mammoth fur off yesterday and now he looks great (although he's a funny shade of muddy brown now) and he's working even better. He's got to be a lot more comfortable, especially on a super nice, warm day like today.

I really should be doing my Media Effects homework now. Yeah, I'll do that.

10 APR 2002 - 8.21a
The GBV show on Friday was outstanding. I got to hear pretty much everything I wanted to hear, except for "Subspace Biographies." To backtrack a bit, before the show Lacey and I went to Mitzi's where we met up with John. We had a couple drinks there, and then made our way to the Beachland. Paul H was waiting for us outside, as he was taking John's extra ticket. I had a consistantly good time throughout the evening. John brought a flask, which was very fun... I decided I would still do it to Jason Schwartzman, even if he is short, only because he wouldn't have to be standing to do it... Lacey's cousin asked John if I was his wife (that cracked me up... sorry, John)... GBV played a super set with a lot of new material, but an awful lot of old stuff, too. It really was too bad John's friend Jack couldn't go... he would have really dug the show. Yay, GBV.

I know I slept for a while on Saturday... and then I got my new cell phone, which could possibly be the highlight of my year so far. My old phone was in sad, sad shape... so the new phone really was in order. I also switched service providers, as I'm getting a really good package now with AT&T. Rock! If anybody needs my new number, please email me... I am keeping the shitty sprint phone on for the remainder of this week, only with a voicemail leaving my new number.

Saturday night I went to see Ed's band. Not much to report there, I guess. Well... maybe. They played with that Sad Davie band that I like. I really like them (it's probably the really, really heavy radiohead influence) and I guess Ed's band plays another show with them in May.

I worked for the first time in over a week on Sunday. I fully intend to point out to my boss this Friday (which will only be my second time working in two weeks) that my schedule has totally sucked lately and although it's been kind of good for me (I've had a busy couple of weeks), if this keeps up in the summer, I am going to have to find a new job... at first I was thinking I'd just get another part time job, in addition to my art job... but I love my art job so much. I love the company, and I love the artists, and I love the stuff, and sometimes I even love the people I work with. Bah. I don't know what I'm doing.

The baby Eh? horse has been going along really well. I like him. Not enough to buy him or anything, but he's a fun project. Newt seems to be doing okay. He's been a lot brighter the last couple of times I've been out to see him. I still don't think he's sound yet, though. I really don't know what to do about it anymore, but having the baby to play with sure has taken my mind off of it.

School sucks. I'm tired of it. I want it to be over. The only good thing about it is seeing John occasionally. I should be doing German homework now... but fuck German. I have never hated a class so much, and that is 100% the truth.

Last night Ivy and I skipped the Dave Davis class to go to the baseball game. I had fun. I really like going to games and I think I'll try to go to more this year. We made fun of people a lot of the night. And the guy I asked for a light asked me if my cigarettes were from Canada. HUH? That was pretty funny.

Lacey went to see They Might Be Giants with OKGO in Columbus the other night... she mentioned something in her blog about OKGO playing "jesse's girl" which (as we all know) is a favorite of Lacey. I found this really odd because when I saw OKGO (the second time, with Silkworm), they played "do you love me now?" by the Breeders, which is a favorite of mine. I think OKGO are a bunch of spies or something.

Oh well. I should do homework now. Or leave. Baby horse is getting all his wooly mammoth fur shaved off tonight! Fun!

05 APR 2002 - 12.19p
John couldn't make it over the other night (I think that was Wednesday)... it's a good thing he gave me the Godiva. That cushioned the blow a little bit. I did get to see him last night with Dave Davis and I'll see him again tonight with Jason Schwartzman and Bob Pollard. Yay.

Tonight is going to be great... I haven't seen Guided by Voices since the last Cleveland show in July. And Lacey hasn't seen them since the infamous Oberlin show. And I haven't seen Lacey since Saturday! So the show will be a reunion of sorts. The celebrating will be out of control, I'm sure. Unfortunately, it is effing cold here, so nobody will be wearing skirts. I can think of at least three people (myself included) who are sad about that. Just as well, summer is around the corner and there will be plenty good skirt weather.

Baby Eh? is doing so well! I rode him yesterday and walked, trotted, and cantered! His steering is still a little iffy... he doesn't like turning the one way at all, so we'll really have to work on that. I'm going to try to keep riding him early in the morning or later in the evening, as to avoid heavy arena traffic. I'm afraid he'll have a meltdown and/or hurt himself or another horse if I try to ride him when it is crowded. Silly baby.

Newt seemed a little down yesterday. That made me sad. And Robin said that whenever anybody walks into the barn, he nickers. That makes me sad, too, because my mom thinks it's because he's hoping it's me. I'm probably just being silly about it... he is settled and relaxed, so I'm sure he's fine.

Oh well. Time to go play with baby.

03 APR 2002 - 9.05a
Just a brief entry... things are well. Newt is settled. The baby horse is very sweet and adjusting to his new life fairly well.

I have a conflict test in less than two hours. I know maybe 10% of the material. Bah, oh well. I'm going to study a little more as soon as I'm done updating this.

John came over last night bringing me Godiva. Sigh... what a nice gesture that was! It was very appreciated... he is so very thoughtful. I enjoy him.

Nothing else is really going on... I'll see John again tonight (yay) and Guided by Voices is on Friday (yay).