|I love four day weekends
||[Sep. 21st, 2004|08:37 pm]
|||||The Killers-Somebody Told Me||]|
This is the tell of my adventure from saturday to Monday. Saturday I was sitting at home playing KH when Juliet called from the the mall asking me to come before she went to work at 5. So I had my dad (it was his birthday) drive me out there. I got him this napkin holder that we had at the house before the divorce. It may not seem like much but it certainly brought him to tears when I gave it to him. My mother did everything she could to make sure that he did not receive it though. So anywho, I had to get that wrapped up, and get the card signed, and take a shower, all in fifteen minutes. Not to mention packing up the PS2. So Da-Da picks me up, and drops me off. Juliet was quite happy to see that I had made it. We walked around and went places. Then she had to work, blabbidy blah. So I walked around with John Green, Ty Miller(damn hairy child), and Mary Konstantine. All very cool people. We flicked cards like we were Gambit off X-Men, yes we are losers. So after a bit of playing in Ford Music, it was my time to leave. I went with Da-Da to hooters, where I lathered myself in tightly-clothed women and wing-sauce. God that's a holy image. But we got like four shirts from there, and they fucked up our tab, making us pay only like 50 bucks, insted of the 100 some we thought we were gonna get. AWESOME! So I get back to the apartment, fun time mutha fuckaz. Daddy got an electric motorcycle, for like, a five year old. I had the time of my life laughing at my dad, who is shorter than me. He'd get on it, buzz about four inches, and just fuck himself royally. I mean, there's falling, and then there's my Dad. He's rolls at least four feet, not on purpose I mind you, and gets all muddy. I just tell him to stop before he kills himself, he listens. I totally pimped out the old-people place and topped it out at 40 miles an hour...I'm all of three inches off the ground. I swear those breasts and drunk men did something to me. If any of you took that the wrong way, get your head outta your asses. Or ass if you only have one...weirdos. Anywho, after running the battery completely dead, my dad's girlfriend's son, Tyler, came over. We DDR'd for a good 2 hours. Sweat dripping off of us, we ran out into the cool air. AAAAAAAhhhhh...instant sensation. My nipples could have cut glass then. We get back in and he shows me a game that plays RIDICULOUSLY close to Halo. It's called "Fire Warrior", and it's a game by Warhammer 40,000. Not bad, I must say. So after all that and playing this version of mega-man till 3, we do the dumbest choice imaginable. We popped in Resident Evil. God that movies fucking freaks me out. We're both pretty stone-stomached men, but christ that movie made me so nautious. Especially when that elevator opened and 100+ zombies grabbed that most innocent man their, and fuck his day up. OOOH! another thing about resident evil, THE BLACK DUDE ISNT A FUCKING GHETTO-ASS IDIOT! and for some reason, he DIES!!!, like...first! I couldn't believe it, for once hollywood stars a black man who has a decent mind on his shoulders, and he ends up being the most butchered, not by a hoard of zombies...OOH NO!! they get hime with fucking laser beams! All the impassible death that await everyone, and he gets messed up by the security system, God damn you. But anywho, the movie took us into the morning hours, and Da-Da woke up and we all got showers. Me first, I don't do slimy thirds. Ignore that, thank you. This took me awhile to update 1. because I havent had the energy
2. because everytime I've started, mr. computer decides to take a quick-shutdown for nappy times.
3. i figured i just needed a number 3, it just helps the idea get across.
So I get home early sunday morning, about 9ish. And I sleep until 4. UGH. I can't remember what I did sunday, other than I think steve called at one, and I don't remember what was said, but I think I fell asleep on the phone. I then went to sleep at 8 anyhow. I get up at 6, and my alarm is playing the most gayest techno humanly possible. I get up, walk to the alarm, and pop the cd, get back and bed, and sleep for 10 minutes till the bus arrives. I pop on my clothes, and just BOOK it outside. Past me goes the bus. I have failed. I take a nice stroll downt he hill, thinking I can beat it. No Bobby, the Nazi-bus has one again, you die. so I stayed home, and I layed outside for a good 2 hours, listened to music, and IM'd steve, with him not believing I stayed home. and so on and so forth. I respect anyone who has read this whole thing. I'd give you my virginity but I only have the box it came in. Thank you so much, avid readers, you will be praised.