Everything is going well, but things could be better. They're going to get better. Last night, after work, I went to Peter's to chill with Bowski. It was a good time. We broke out our friend and us three hung out. Twice. We actually used the stuff that Peter and Pizza had from a long time ago. I didn't know what to expect, but it didn't turn out too bad. LeBeau came up with the idea of using that shit to sharpen our culinary abilities. You guys know what I'm talking about. I love Matt's story about his adventure at Margarita's with The General. That shit could be in a movie. I can see it now. I have work again tonight. For the most part, I'm working all week. I'm not sure if I'm going to be down to chill for the week. I should catch up on some stuff I've been meaning to do.
I'm about to go to work in a few. I'll try to make this short. Let's start off with yesterday. Work at Marco was slow. I had to stay until later. I saw the old librarian from the middle school there. He was with three of his buddies, drinking at the bar. I remember back in middle school, he used to never crack a smile. I guess he hated his job. Well, last night he was laughing and joking with his friends. He's got a foul mouth too, which I thought was particularly funny. Then I asked him where I could find the periodicals. Today Kenyon picked me up and we went to go visit EHHS with Bowski. Tekken 5 was being an asshole, as usual, so he didn't let us in. Instead, we went around back and chilled with H and V. I miss those guys. Then we saw some other peeps, talked with them, then went home. I'm not exactly sure what's going on tonight. It seems like it's one of those nights where everyone is down to do something, but no one knows what to do. Either that, or someone is hiding something somewhere.
Fuck dude. Some fucked up shit went down tonight. Allow me to elaborate. I was talking with my friends from college about my birthday get-together. I said that Wednesday would be a good night to go out to dinner or some shit. Ok. So, I'm waiting for the call, and I don't hear shit from anyone. I'm like, whatever. A part of me suspected that they made plans but someone failed to tell me about it. Maybe that was the cynical part of myself making assumptions, but who knows. At around 6:00, I get a call from Amy asking where I was. I guess Amy and Mallory made plans, but Mallory assumed that Amy would call me, and Amy assumed that Mallory called me. So, in essence, they made plans but somehow forgot to notify me. Yeah. Everyone showed up at the restaurant except me. That is honestly the story of my life. So after Amy called me, I rushed over to the Bertucci's on the Berlin Turnpike. It was a good time. It was nice to see some people (Danielle, Mallory, Linda, Filip, Josh, Amy, and Lucas). I got some excellent presents too. It was nice for everyone to show up. I really appreciated it. Afterwards, I asked my brother if he wanted to watch a movie or something, but he didn't want to. I expected a quiet night at home, but Steve and Peter convinced me to go out and chill with them. It was totally worth it. We had a good fucking time, I'll tell you that. After I came home, however, my wonderful mother was up waiting for me. She claimed she smelled smoke on me and she accused me of smoking. She didn't know that we had a bonfire at Peter's house. I don't think she believes me, though. I guess that's her loss. She needs to have more faith in her son, I'll tell you that. I need to take a break from going out, though. I've been going out almost every night for three weeks now. It's getting ridiculous. I gotta calm down. I absolutely need to go hardcore until Kolonia now. Only Dzo knows what I'm talking about. May God help me on this challenge. I'm going to need all of the fucking help I can get.
Just let me start off by saying that I am completely ridiculous right now. Marco Polo had a very very busy night tonight. I felt the pain. Everyone did. I think Lenny said it the best; "Everyone is having a bad night tonight." I got out late. Then I went to Peter's house, and LeBeau was there. We chilled. It was supposed to be the quince, but we couldn't get a hold of Joe. Steve didn't want to either. We were upset. Then, he called back and we got so excited. We ended up going to the bridge. I was very paranoid. For some reason, it made me freak the fuck out this time. We went on the bridge, and Hartford looked really nice. Then we left for a chance in scenery. We went to McDonalds. It was beat because they didn't have ice cream for sundaes or milkshakes. I didn't get anything. Well, LeBeau ended up buying me a drink because we both said, "turn the music down" to Steve at the same time as we pulled up to order. I called jinx on him and said that he owed me a Coke. I commented on the fact that when people call jinx on someone and demand a Coke from them, they usually don't follow through and redeem the beverage. Most of the time, the fact that they were the first ones to call jinx gives the victor enough satisfaction. This is also analogous to how no one really gives out punches when someone looks at them making sign for "ok" with their hands. Just saying, "GOT 'EM" in an annoying tone of voice suffices these days. The person on the receiving end is still experiencing pain, whether it be physical through the punch, or psychological through the taunt. This time, I demanded the Coke, and he bought one for me. At McDonalds, everyone ate their food in the parking lot and then Peter, LeBeau, and myself stepped outside for a moment. That was good. We then proceeded to Burger King in search of milkshakes. To our disbelief, we were denied after requesting the refreshing dairy beverage. It was very disappointing. I ordered some shit instead. We then went to Wendy's and they were closed. Everyone settled on Slurpees from across the street at Seven-Eleven. Then Steve dropped us off and we went home. I looked in my freezer in search of ice cream and I almost fainted. In my freezer, in a half gallon container, lay my favorite dessert, in the whole wide world. It was a half gallon of Turkey Hill Ice Cream. The flavor was Party Cake. I was so fucking happy when I saw that shit in my house. I thought the day would never come. I thought I was going to have to wait until school got in session again. I could only find that shit in the dining halls. It is so delicious. My second favorite desert is baklava. Now that shit is good. I think my third favorite dessert is the chocolate mousse Grandpa makes. My fourth favorite would be my Mom's Carrot Cake. I'm pretty sure that those are fair rankings. Tomorrow is going to suck a little. I have to go in to work at 3:30 for a pretty hardcore banquet. Then I'll probably end up going out again and chilling with Peter and Bowski. Summer is going great so far. Everything is on schedule.
What is up my brothers. I have to leave for work in a few minutes but I thought I would write something in the piece of shit for a change. I should update this more, but I don't have the time. Actually, that's a lie. I have all the time in the world. I'm just lazy. But then again, when I think about it, I don't have that much time to myself. Within the last few days, I've been goin to work at around 5:00, and getting out at around 10:00. After that, I usually stay out until 2 or 3 in the morning. Then, I usually sleep till 2:00. Then, I have to shower, eat some stuff, and before I know it, it's time to get ready for work again. I've been wanting to watch some movies and shit; I downloaded V for Vendetta a week ago but I didn't get a chance to watch it yet. I heard from a shitload of people that it was good. And when I say shitload, I mean three. I also want to finish up reading Catch-22, so I can start reading some other shit. I want to read as much as I can during the summer because it seems like I never have time for it when school is in session. Last night I went to the apartment. There were a lot of random ass people there. For a party, on a scale from apple to purple, I'll give it a used condom. Yeah, I know; I'm being pretty generous. Tonight should be a whole lot better. The quince is scheduled to rock at approx. Midnight. I'll wave to you guys from the clouds. Shit, I gotta start to get ready for work. Maybe I'll finish up later.
