In the middle of Crime in America I realized why my roommate hadn't eaten that lunch meat. My stomach was grumblin like a small animal was tryin to get out. It was a powerful fury that lasted for the rest of the morning until I got out of psych and ran to my appartment. I found out that I got a 94% on the last criminal justice test, a 20/25 on the psych test, and a 29/30 on the cinema survey test. I guess I should have stayed to watch the rest of the gay Steve Martin movie that I skipped, I would have gotten a 30. But I really hate Steve Martin. Oh well, Hind sight is 20/20. We watched a movie in Crime in America about a family whose daughter was raped and murdered in '91. There was a scene in the movie that showed the family walking together witht eh family dog...a 3 legged, white siberian husky. I cracked up at the sight of this and everyone looked at me like I was a psycho because the were talkin about a 19 year old girl being raped and murdered. I can't help it if I think that a 3 legged dog hopping along is funny. We watched 2 movies in psych.
Well, I just got done doing all my random shit for the night. Work was really queer tonight. There weren't really any hot waittresses workin to take my mind off of the grind of things. Plus I had to work appetizers tonight. for those of you who haven't had the priveledge (more like punishment) of working at Beef's, appetizers is the worst station to work on a Friday night. It seems as though everyone in the world wants to come in and order fucking chicken fingers. We used to have 4 fryers to use for apps and 5 for wings. After the great blaze of Superbowl XXXVI, one of the fryers never worked again, and has since been replaced by a gaping hole in the line of fryers. Actually, 3 or 4 of the fryers were replaced, but one was just completely thrown away and not replaced at all. Anyway. it sems like there is always an order for chicken fingers. There is never enough space in the fryers to cook all the food. Being the kickass worker that I am, I managed to deal with it all and really didn't have any major problems. The real bitch was the chicken nuggets. Whenever a fried food thaws out, and then is refrozen, it burns up like crazy when cooked. For some reason, the chicken nuggets always thaw out, and then get refrozen.
My mom came into my room today at around 10:30 to wake me up. Expectied me to get up on my won at 11. I went back to sleep til noon and she was furious. When I finally got out of bed, I had to rake the fucking yard. Our side yard has a gigantic fucking dead spot in it. So I was pretty much raking dirt. If anyone ever asks me why I cut trees down, I now have 2 reasons. Reason #1- cause FUCK YOU! That's why! And reason #2- because leaves are evil little bastards that fuck up peoples yards and make me have to rake them up.
Work wasn't that bad tonight. I wasn't in the best of moods...nothing out of the ordinary when I'm at work, or doing anything for that matter. Have a kitchen meeting tomorrow at 9 AM. Nothing like gettin to Beef's an hour before I need to actually do any work and listen to what a crappy job everyone is doing and hear that we need to "step it up" or "pick up the pace" or one of those stupid motivational statements that actually pisses you off more than it motivates you. This whole time change thing is a bunch of bullshit too. That's a whole different story though, and I'm tired of typing this. Til next time, remeber...if you're not in BDB or TLS, you fuckin suck.
Oh yeah, good luck on that Bio exam Lindsers.
I woke up about 10 times before I actually got out of bed. One time around 10 AM, a bird flew into my window and scared me out of my slumber. When you're sound asleep and you hear something crash into your window, the tendency is to jump the hell out of bed as alert as you can be. I finally got out of bed a little after 1 o'clock. I really had nothing much to do before I could leave for Orlando, so maybe I would break that nasty streak of never leaving before 3:30. At around 2:15 I was about to leave, when my mom called me and said I needed to mow the lawn. This threw everything off. I mowed it as fast as I could, but it still took 45 minutes, plus a 15 minute shower and another 15 minutes eating a sandwich, meant I didn't get out of the house til 3:35. I reluctantly went to get my oil changed (I wanted to do it myself, but never had the time this weekend.) It was about 700 miles over due. The drive was as boring a drive as I've taken in awhile. Not much you can do to fix an hour and a half drive in bumper to bumper traffic though. I think I'm going to save my money for awhile and hopefully get a better tv or a digital camera. One or the other. Pretty hungry now, gonna go make some raviolis or somethin.
Last night was one for the ages. Nothing really great happened, yet it was still an eventful night. If that makes any sense. After I ate my chef boyardee raviolis, I sat around watchign baseball for about 5 hours. The good thing about baseball season is that there is ALWAYS a game on somewhere. The Uconn-Georgia Tech game was the worst national championship game I've seen since Kentucky-Utah back in '98. It was just not watchable it was so lopsided. At around Midnight, being in a devious kind of mood, I started thinking. What transpired over the next hour is a plan so feindishly clever it could only be called a scheme. Only 2 people will know the vital details and as with all good schemes, it involves ridiculously meticulous details to carry out a rather simple plan. The thing that's different about this scheme versus all other schemes I've come up with, this one is about revenge and not a girl, and involves betrail and deceit. This will either go down as a failure of epic proportions, or as the greatest scheme in the history of man kind. Around 1 AM Hoeksema and I went on a taco bell run cause I had the freakin munchies. While sitting in the drive through line, we noticed a girl in the denny's parking lot screaming at a dude. It was pretty funny to watch. At one point she picked up a hand ful of rocks and tried to throw them at the dude, but missed him and nailed the hood of a saturn parked out front. It was freaking hilarious. After eating my 3 nacho cheese chalupas, I got to be sometime after 4 AM. I woke up at 7 and went to class feeling like shit. It was hard to stay awake in any of my classes, but somehow I managed to pull it off. My psych teacher has always seemed pretty queer, but now I think it's official. He's a huge Aerosmith fan, and he opened class up by telling a story of how he went to the Aerosmith concert last night and that he even got close enough to touch Steven Tyler's leg. The way he said it, with his lisp and effeminate hand gestures, it sounded like one of the most homosexual fantasies ever, come to life. We watched another video in there again, this time about some dude talking about the slave trades in Africa and ho he couldn't believe that black people would sell other black people into a life of servitude. This is where black Americans just don't grasp the concept that it's not always about black and white. The Africans who were selling others as slaves didn't care what color they were, they just wanted to make a profit. Not everything is about race, contrary to what they believe. I truly believe that racism wouldn't exist today if it weren't for black people bringing it up constantly. I mean shit. BET alone os an example of that. If there were an exclusively white tv channel, Jesse Jackson would have a field day calling it racist. You don't hear any white people complaining that BET doesn't show enough white guys. Anywa, I could go on for hours about that. After psych, I came home and passed out for a couple hours and woke up at around 3:15. The scheme is the center of my attention right now, more to come on that later.
Happy Fucking Birthday Todd Rodriguez. On that Note, I have yet to post the entry I wrote yesterday when the internet was down at my apartment. I'm on a different computer now and don't have it saved on this harddrive or I'd post it now. Leavin for Vegas in less than 5 hours. Waitin for Lamas to get here and take me to the airport. I got about 15 minutes of sleep last night I'm guessing. I remember lookin at the clock and it saying 5, then looking at it sayin 6, but I didn't really sleep I don't think. I got out of bed at about 7, 5 minutes before the alarm would have blasted me out of bed anyway. Tired as hell, but then again....not. It's a weird feeling really. I know I need rest, but I don't feel like it and haven't since about 7:30 when I sat down in geography. My psych teacher today was hilarious. We were watchin some video about Christopher Reeve and Barbara Walters asked his wife if they had sex still. and one girl in the back said "that's gross." My professor finished what he was sayin then and then said, "well I don't really see how that would be gross, sex is cool anyway yopu can get it." I got a good laugh out of that even though it kinda creeps me out. Anyway, off to Vegas.
Holy shit I just saw a dude who looked just like my dad, it really freaked me out at first. I should probably get back to my work now, my goal is go get at least 12 of them done before Monday. That shouldn�t be a problem�still have just over an hour and a half with a 3 hour plane ride ahead of me. There are a couple kids in the terminal, I hope to god they�re going to Indianapolis. I don�t think I could take that much crap during one flight and keep my sanity. I�m out for now�
Well, Tuesday night didn't entail much of anything. My beloved Red Wings lost again. They go back to Joe Louis Arena tonight all tied up at 2-2. I'm not worried though, they have the best home record in the league and if they go up 3-2 they should be able to finish Nashville off. I've had alot of work to do lately. I had 2 Webct assignments due Tuesday and Wednesday mornings which I did about 3 hours before they were due. I had a test today in Geography too, I think I did pretty well on it, hopefully I did enough to make the Final worth taking cause I need all the points I can get in there. If only that professer wasn't such a cock sucker. I signed up for classes yesterday and suprisingly I got all the oens I wanted, I just need to pick a 5th class so that I can get the hell out of here a little faster. Maybe beginning kickball... For now, I'm off to Crime in America.
Well I just got back to good old Plant City. Not really much that's good about it. In fact, it's not really good at all. So anyway, I'm back in smelly old Plant City. The drive home today went by really quick, I guess it's because my lazy ass queer psych professor didn't have class today because he finished "teaching" last class session. This guy is one of the worst teachers I've ever had and I hope he burns in hell for all of eternity.
Old people really piss me off. Some old broad just called up:
Ring Ring..
Level headed John: Hello
Crazy Old Broad: Who's speaking?
Kinda aggrivated John: Who's this?!?
Crazy Old Broad: Is that any way to answer the phone?
Startin to get pissed John: Damnit woman, you call me and the first thing you say is "who's speaking?" and you're givin me shit about phone manners??? Now tell me who the hell you are before I get really pissed!!
Crazy Old Broad: I'm guessing this isn't the hair salon...
Livid John: NO IT'S NOT, DAMNIT!!
Click...
Now that may seem kinda harsh to say to an old lady, but damnit if I'm not who she's especting to hear from when she calls me there are better ways of handling the situation rather than saying "who's speaking??"!!!!!! Really, I'll be willing to bet she was the type of old person that goes 35 miles an hour in the on ramp on the interstate and tries to merge into traffic at a whopping 40 miles per hour. It's old people like this that give old people in general a bad reputation. Do me (and yourself for that matter) favor and don't take any crap from old people simply because they're old. Being around here longer than dirt doesn't give you the right to be a complete idiot.
Well, Thursday night I went to my brother's and watched some of the Red Wings game in ESPN. They won 4-1 which is really good. They play in about 12 hours so hopefully they can put the series away and move on to face either Calgary, Colorado, or Dallas. I'm kinda hoping that Vancouver pulls out the victory in their series because Calgary's a hot team right now with a REALLY hot goalie. Detroit has always had problems in the playoffs with hot goalies. The downside to this is that Detroit would have to face the winner of the Dallas/Colorado series. While either series would be a must see, I'd still much rather see them meet each other in the Conference finals where Detroit hasn't lost since '96. We went bowling with Shane and his girl Christine. Shane beat our asses really bad in both games we played. I got second in the first game, but last in the second. Got my ass handed to me pretty much in fact. It was an off night. Work today was hell. It was the busiest night I've seen in awhile. No one got out until we were pretty much closed. After work we played capture the flag at Marissa's and no one found either flag, we should have set the rules better, but sometimes things just don't work out like that. Gotta work today at 9 AM...better get some rest.
Well, the Red Wings won, and so did both Colorado and Vancouver. This means the Wings will either end up facing Colorado or Calgary depending on Monday's game 7 in the Vancouver/Calgary series. Work wasn't bad yesterday which means it will probably suck balls tonight. I'm definately not lookin forward to this shift. I have to close with the most incompetent person on our staff and he's also annoying as hell. Played some more capture the flag last night. We tied 1-1. I never realized how much fun that game is. It would be nice if i had some night vision goggles. Those would really come in handy. I'm hungry for now, might go think about food or somethin.
Work was really queer yesterday. I had to close with a complete idiot. All the kid did for the HOUR after we were officially closed was do dishes....THAT'S IT!!! I did everything else to close the kitchen down. After he was done doing the dishes, it took him another 15 minutes to unclog the drain and clean out the sink. This kid's gotta get better in a hurry or someone needs to fire him. I can't take much more of this crap. Had a talk with Zach today. Check out the "Stimulating Conversations" section of the website to see what he has to say about Sean Howell's website. Yeah, take that Sean!!! HAHA! I went to my brother's after work and watched Ocean's Eleven. That movie is perhaps one of the best writen films I've ever seen. I woke up at around noon today when the samoan called me for some reason. I don't really remember what the hell he was talkin about, but I decided to get out of bed and get my day started "early." I throroughly washed my car and, for the first time in about a year, cleaned the interior. You'll rarely see my car go more than a week without being washed, but I really don't clean inside it as often as I should. I guess the "floormats" have a little something to do with that fact. One of these days I'll get around to buying actual floormats, but it's really not a big priority. I got out of the house at around 3:15. I was pretty disappointed with this, but I guess it really doesn't matter because I got here a little after 4:30. I've been studying for my Psych exam for like the last 3 hours. That's a whole lot of studying for me. I doubt I studied 3 hours my entire high school career, but you have to step it up when you have a crappy professor who may or may not be gay. He just better not put any more questions on there about people's freaky sex habits. That guy really has a problem. For now, I'm gonna take a break and watch some of the good old Stanley Cup Playoffs.
Well, the Senators just lost to the Maple Leafs (It's spelled wrong on purpose, those stupid fucking Canadians), soall the second round playoff matchups are set. The Leafs will meet the Flyers and the Lightning will host the Canadiens in the East, while in the West the Redwings will host the Flames and the Avalanche pay a visit to the Sharks. I woke up at 6:30 today to take my first final of the semester. I think I did fairly well on it. The second Exam of the day came at 10. Psych, I think I did well enough o get the grade I needed. That's all I'm gonna say about that class (BURN IN HELL YOU BASTARD!!!) I've gotten some of my stuff packed up, not alot of it, but a good portion of what I needed to get done. I hope to get about 80% of my packing done tonight so I can take it easy tomorrow. After my exams I slept for about 6 hours. I slept really crappy last night so I needed the rest. Been packing since I woke back up. I've got the Cinema Survey exam tomorrow night. I't sat 7PM which really sucks cause by the time I'm done with that I pretty much have to wait 'til Thursday to take off because traffic is so crappy on I-4 at night because of construction. That's pretty much it for now, I think I'll go back to trying to figure out a way to cram everything in my room into my car.
Well it has been brought to my attention, through my boy Zach (you see I have never cared enough about Sean's incredibly crappy piece of shit website to read the fine print down at the bottom) that Sean Howell has this to say about my website:
"I really think I need to take this time to say something that is very important to me. That is, that John Stevens has the biggest piece of elephant dung web site on the entire internet. I honestly think that I could sit a computer in front of a retarded child, give him a crash course in HTML and CSS, and that he could come up with something better in general than Steven's piece of garbage. "Who wants some waffles?" I mean, what in the hell is that all about? I'm surprised the webmasters over there at Geocities haven't taken his site off the server due to its obvious crappiness. I wouldn't be surprised if he gets error messages when he's uploading his files to the server. something like "A fatal exception has occurred at sector 0034_EE_USER_C_4421K_C. Please reduce crappiness of web site immediately to prevent system crash." If you did a search for "Piece of Crap shoddy websites" on Google, John's site would most likely be the first hit. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."
Well Sean, first of all if you search Google my website probably won't show up at all because geocities is a yahoo service, IDIOT! And second, if it's so crappy, how come you're the only one who keeps talkin shit about it? I mean really, if it is truly as inferior to your "masterpiece" as you claim it is, wouldn't someone else have the same opinion as you??? Masterpiece??? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I've left better masterpieces in coiled piles at the bottom of the toilet!!! I think Zach put it best by saying "John's website kicks more ass than their are asses to kick. Sean's website in a word BLOWS!!!" In fact, the only person Sean might be able to get to agree with him that my website sucks, is Lamas and lets face it, that guy wouldn't know a good website if someone beat him in the head with it. He even stole stories from my site (and from Sean's for that metter) just to fill space on his site so he wouldn't fail English.
Well, I've taken a whole crap load of stuff out to my car. Pretty much everything I could fit into my trunk. I'm really amazed how much stuff I fit in there, it's not a very big trunk at all. In fact, the ammount of trunk space really sucks. It's a damn good thing I'm an expert at packing. I still have my toaster, the monitor, the tv and my bed stuff to fit into the cabin of my car, but that really shouldn;t be that big of a problem, I'm pretty sure it will all fit in the back seat no problem. The two wild cards here will be the lawn chair I've been using as a computer chair and the two foot by 2 foot box fan. That thing is a pain in the ass. It won't sit well anywhere. Oh yeah, i forgot i have like 5 pairs of shorts and 3 shirts hanging up in the closet. I guess it's a good thing I didn't bring back much clothes each week. I'm really bored. I would leave tonight except for the fact that I want to sell my books back to the bookstore and it isn't open right now, obviously. Unpacking my car isn't gonna be much fun either. The way things seem to shift around on an 87 mile trip always makes it impossible to get things out as easily as they went in. I hate that. I think I'm gonna go watch some more baseball and yell at Joe Morgan. SHUT THE HELL UP YOU CRAZY BASTARD!!!!
Oh yeah, I've noticed that you loyal readers have set the single month record for hits to my website sometime in the last couple of days. I just checked and the counter for this month sits at 144, 20 hits more than last month, which was the previous record holding month. You keep readin them and I'll keep writin them.
I wasn't going to say anything initially, but then I remembered the conversation I had with Zach the other day about how annoying those dudes are, and I just wasn't in a "walking away" kinda mood. So after I got back to my apartment and got my bed sheets, pillow, comforter, TV, and fan packed into the car, the only thing remaining was the mattress pad, and the egg crate thingy I had on there for some cushion. "No problem," I thought. Boy was I wrong. If you've ever tried to fold an egg crate thingy and a mattress pad up and stuff it behing a car seat, that already has a computer monitor, a box fan, 2 pillows, and an alarm clock behind it, I'm sure you know what I mean. I ended up having to lay it across the already massive pile of stuff in the back seat, which completely blocked the rear window. The passenger window was partially blocked by the comforter, but not to the point where I couldn't see the rearview mirror. As soon as I started my car "Phoebe Cates" by Fenix TX started playing. I dunno whether it was some weird sentimental feeling, the fact that the song had been in American Pie 2, or whether it was my subconscious telling my this was going to be a wild summer, but at that point, it felt like I was in one of those teen movies. The ride home was crappy. The fact that there was so much shit in my car blocking 3 out of the 4 speakers ruined the sound quality of the music. It also was either too hot, or too cold at all times in the car. I just couldn't get comfortable. When I was around mile marker 44, a dump truck hit a bump and deposited a rather large ammount of crap in the road that flew all over the hood of my car. I was not happy about this. I sped past the dump truck and flicked the driver off as best I could with an obstructed passenger window, but I don't think he saw me. I got home around 1:30 or soand began un packing. It took forever to get everything out of my car. Stuff was wedged so tightly in places, it didn't want to come out. After about 40 minutes and 3 soft pretzels, I managed to get everything out. My room still looks like a tornado hit sometime this morning, and th hallways around it look just about the same. I'm too tired to put everything away right now, so I'll get that when my mom gets home and goes nuts. For now, I'm gonna go pass out.
Well, I've been up since 10:30 this morning. That was a pretty early start after getting about 5 hours of sleep. By any medical definition I should be tired by now, but I haven't been tired since about 4 this afternoon. I've eaten so many popsicles, the roof of my mouth is cut open and it was at one point bleeding. I'm avoiding the fact at hand that I need to clean my room. It's like I'm a 5 year old all over again. All I have to do is clean my room, but all I want to do is have fun, or in this case sit here writing this useless crap. Unless you've been living in a box for the last couple of months, I'm sure you've noticed that there is someone in that crappy show "American Idol" who bears the same name as I do. Every tuesday or wednesday or whenever the hell it comes on, Vasu, being the great friend he is, reminds me of this fact. First of all, Vasu, you're an ass. And second, I must say I hate that little red haired bastard with a passion. I'd rather have some guy with my name go on a nation wide killing spree and have to live with that association for the rest of my life than I would have to deal with this. If he would just get voted off and then disappear into anonymity, it would be the greatest way I could get this summer started off. In fact, I think I might have to watch the show this week, just so I can use every phone I have to vote for his sorry ass and get him kicked off the show so he can stop crapping up my name. I wouldn't really mind if the guy was a bad ass, but from what I hear from Vasu, he sucks. And from what I've seen in newspapers and on random tv shows and shit, he's a goofy lookin bastard too. I don't, by any means, think I'm the most handsome of fellows, but certainly I have to be better looking than that useless tool. I can only imagine the fallout if this deuche bag wins the contest or even gets into the top 2 seeing as though the top 2 from the last 2 seasons have all made a name for themselves in some form. This would just be the nail in the coffin in the ammount of bad shit that has happened to me in the last calendar year. Should any of you loyal readers happen to see the show next week, please do me a favor and vote his sorry ass off so I don't have to get my name legally changed to something like Vladimir just so no one can ever do this to me again, I'm sure there isn't a Vladimir Stevens out there planning on making a name for himself. Then again, I wouldn't do that because I like the name John and as David Herman (better known as Michael Bolton in Office Space) so eloquently put it, "why should I be the one that changes? He's the one who sucks." This couldn't be closer to the truth. God help me if This no talent ass clown ever wins a Grammy and gets even more famous.
Well I woke up at noon, and went back to sleep. Woke up again around 2 and ate a bowl of cereal....and went back to sleep. I'm finally out of bed for good now. I guess Sean Howell must love seeing me pissed off judging from the newest addition to his website. It's either very flattering that he thinks of me as his "American Idol," or very distressing that he likes that fuckin tool on the show with my name. I'm gonna have to go with that latter simply because it's Sean. I'm pretty hungry, and sort of pissed off, so I think I'll go away and eat some more cereal until either A) I get full, B) I run out of cereal, or C) that cock sucker on American Idol shows up dead in a river somewhere.
Well, when I last left you I was going back for a hit on the cereal stock of the house for the second time today. Come to find out, that the milk I used in the first meal, was a week past it's prime. I've been shitting my brains out for the last 3 hours, violently. I'm really bored and there isn't anyone around tonight. My brother is workin all night and early tomorrow, Sean is workin, and no one else is home except for that useless Samoan, and he's too lazy to drive out here and god knows I'm not gonna go out to his house and have to deal with his annoying ass brothers. I might go up to Beef's later to see what time I'm workin next week and to pick up my paycheck. I would have done it earlier today and deposited it, but that would have invalidated my excuse to not be at work. It turns out though, that I didn't have to take another trip back to good old O-town to pick anything up seeing as though, I crammed everything I owned into my car in one trip (see yesterday). Yeah, I'm not in a really good mood because It seems as though life is playing a mean joke on me. The tv was off earlier, and I got up to get some juice only to discover that the tv was somehow powered on, and there plastered all over the Entertainment Tonight programming, was my arch enemy. That bastard with my name. I will not refer to him by his name simply for the fact that it really pisses me off to hear myself saying my name and not be referring to myself. Sometimes it really seems like people everywhere are in on a huge practical joke being played on me.
Well, Last night Lamas and I saw Man on Fire, it was a really good flick. I reccomend that you go see it right this very instant. While on our way to see that, we saw 2 sheriff's cars stopped in the middle of the road witht their lights flashing brightly. It turns out THERE WAS A DEAD FREAKING COW IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD!!! I guess someone hit that bastard and killed it. Coincidentally, the dead cow was in pretty much the same place as the burning house we saw coming home from Brandon a couple weeks ago on Trapnell Road. Today I woke up and went to work. I picked up my paycheck yesterday, but got shorted 7 hours. I had Jim write me a check to make up the difference and much to my suprise, I still had another check waiting there from the previous week. That's another $130 I can use to fund my plans to
It's jus been brought to my attention that it is, in fact, Saturday. I guess I'll have to watch Saturday Night Live instead of Letterman. This whole no school, or much work thing has really fucked up my ability to retain the knowledge of what day it is for more than 5 minutes. Anyway, off to the popsicles and the "magic cold box that holds the wonders of winter," as someone might put it...
Well, Saturday night I did absolutly nothing at all. It was one of the most boring nights in recent history. Yesterday I woke up around 3 PM and loafed around the house til about 6 when I headed out to Brandon to see my brother. We ate hot dogs and chicken sandwiches that I grilled up. The chicken was a little dry, but good none the less. The night consisted of yelling out random shit for no apparent reason, some playstatio, and other completely useless activities that will in no way help me later in life. I woke up today around 9 and started yelling whatever came to my mind. My brother, being asleep, didn't seem to like this that much at first, but soon began laughing along with me. I went back to sleep until about 1 then we headed out to the International Plaza for a bit. Upon returning to my house at around 5, I had to mow the lawn. I'd really like to just pave it over with green cement. Or perhaps put in some astro turf. Yeah, astro turf is the key!!! Maybe I could find some of that realistic looking fake grass they have in some baseball parks now. That might please the homeowner's association a little more than just plain fucking astro turf. I've decided I'm quitting soda for good. It's an evil beverage that really doesn't help you at all. So fuck soda! Water is better anyway.
Well last night Gimp, Vasu, Mark, and I went to brandon to see The Punisher Which is by far the best comic book movie I've seen yet. I got in free to the movie because I had a free pass for being a movie watcher with ass loads of movie watcher points. They also gave me a voucher for a free small popcorn and a free small soda too. Man it really pays to be a movie watcher. After the movie I went to my brother's place. It seems that every time I go over there I'm reminded of the fact that I do not posess the ability to read people. We played some playstation there til about 4 AM then i left. The drive home was great. It was about 70 degrees outside, no traffic, my car was running great, and I was listenin to the Deftones the whole ride home. It's times like that which make it all worth while. Dealing with assholes at work, or even having to sit at a stoplight while some fucking cop turns his lights on just so he can go through the light while it's still red and get away with it "legally." (I've actually seen 2 bastard cops do that in the last month) all of it balances out when you have a nice drive like the one I had last night. It seems to be happening less frequently these days, but that drive home at night really is the most relaxing point in my life. Rolling down the road at 65 miles per hour with the windows down and sound of "Be Quiet and Drive" by the Deftones blasting in the background (speaking of which, "Be Quiet and Drive" just started playing on Media Player. Of the 600 songs I have on here that one just happens to come up next...weird) It was just a truly great experience. It's probably the little moments like last night which keep me from going insane completely. I woke up today at around 3 PM. I had some weird dreams last night, which isn't all that uncommon. I don't really remember much about them now, except that I was keeping a shirt in a styrofoam cooler for some reason. I was looking at Sean's website today reading the last few entries when I came across the following:
"The road that we're on happens to be really old - apparently they patched up the road at one point, but its just kind of corroded now, which maked the road really, really rough to drive on."
It's just the little things like saying "maked" instead of "made" that just can't happen if you want your website to be anything more than a piece of crap. I guess that's why he finally admitted that his website sucks. Yeah, that's right! Check that conversation out in my "stimulating conversations" page. I'm gonna try and watch the Red Wings game tonight. Might have to go up to Beef's to get watch that one. Not having cable really sucks around playoff time. Pizza time...
Well It's been awhile since I last wrote. Not much has happened though so I haven't really been slackin off that bad. I did in fact end up goin to Beef's Tuesday night with Gimp and Vasu just to see my beloved Red Wings blow a lead and lose 3-2. It's alright though because they won 4-2 tonight. They go back to Detroit with the series all even at two games a piece. After Beef's I just went home and played some PS2 before falling asleep sometime. Wednesday Zach got back and I hung around with him for awhile. BDB was supposed to be reunited, but I missed like 3 of Lamas's calls because I couldn't hear my pussy ass phone ringing. The night begain in rather boring fashion with Sean and I sitting in Walmart while he ate some "cinnamon crisps" that looked alright, but that he said sucked. I didn't eat any because I really only like cinnamon in cinnamon buns or apple cinnamon cherios (I don't think they make those anymore, haven't seen them in awhile). When we were leaving the girl's house we had all been hanging out at, Sean and I were following Vasu in Sean's car and we witnessed one of the coolest things I've ever seen. A racoon darted out of nowhere and slammed ehad first into the side of Vasu's car. After doing this it proceded to do about five 360s in the middle of the road flat on it's back with all four legs sticking straight up in the air. Sean about died laughing. I've never seen anyone laugh so hard at somethin like that. After Sean dropped me off I went out to the usual summertime destination...my brother's place. As soon as I got there we got a call from his wife that her car died again and we had to go push it into the mall parking lot until morning. We played NHL 2002 for awhile and took some random pictures of the most absolutly random shit. It was an all around crazy morning at my brother's. By the time we woke up and got to the mall parking lot, we discovered that there was a parking violation sticker on the window of the car with a time indicating that the car was discorvered no less than 5 minutes after we left it there. The guy must have watched us push the car up and as soon as we left, just ran up and put a damn sticker on the window. Tonight was fairly boring. Gimp, Vasu, Zach, Nick, and I all went to Applebee's because Gimp was hungry. I ate 10 and a half packets of sugar at the table because Vasu told me I wouldn't. One of these days that's gonna get me into some trouble...
Vasu: Dude, you won't drink a gallon of Drain-o...
Stupid ass me: THE HELL I WON'T...GLUG, GLUG, GLUG........INSTANT DEATH!!!!
Vasu: Idiot!
Yeah, it's just a guess, but it'll probably go somethin like that. I already know not to drink drain-o, but one of these days all the sugar, coffee beans, and other random shit I've eaten for the hell of it will take it's toll on my body. Damn, this will probably be the last post of the month. May starts tomorrow. It's been a pretty damn good month I'd say. It sure would be nice to out do it this summer...