Weekend...
what a shit weekend. Both my roomate matt and my other roomate Jessie told me they'd be here this weekend. I came down to the house for the weekend expectin to party a little and when i finally arrive at 9:30 pm, the house is dark...
Needless to say, I wasnt particularly thrilled. I brought all my shit up and unpacked my stuff. Then I sat around the house bored. I cheifed a little out of desperation for a little entertainment. Mission accomplished! The next 40 hours of sleeplessness was far more entertaining than I could have hoped. I stayed up all night browsing the web and chattin with random people on AIM. the next day Bildo called me up a little after noon and asked me if I wanted to go frolfing. Why not? I got in my car and we met at Dretzka park in Germantown(?)...
We played a round, sipped a few beers and talked about loads of random stuff. By the 18th I was tired and ready to go get some food. He agreed and we went to Noodles N Co... I havent eaten there for quite a while so that was nice. We came back to the house and chilled for awhile. Then we bounced. I got some taco bell, he went back to his grandparents house in the ghetto. lol.
I stayed up all night again. I chilled, watched Wedding Crashers and ordered hella food from pizza shuttle. Finally at 8am I decided to crash. I washed up, downed two shots of nyquil and passed out to Moby's "Play" album. I then slept for 13 hours. I slept from 8 AM to about 9:30 PM Sunday night. It's now 4am Monday morning and I'm high, puzzled what really happened this weekend and how my sleep schedule got that screwed up...
The world may never know...
tootsie pop time!
Needless to say, I wasnt particularly thrilled. I brought all my shit up and unpacked my stuff. Then I sat around the house bored. I cheifed a little out of desperation for a little entertainment. Mission accomplished! The next 40 hours of sleeplessness was far more entertaining than I could have hoped. I stayed up all night browsing the web and chattin with random people on AIM. the next day Bildo called me up a little after noon and asked me if I wanted to go frolfing. Why not? I got in my car and we met at Dretzka park in Germantown(?)...
We played a round, sipped a few beers and talked about loads of random stuff. By the 18th I was tired and ready to go get some food. He agreed and we went to Noodles N Co... I havent eaten there for quite a while so that was nice. We came back to the house and chilled for awhile. Then we bounced. I got some taco bell, he went back to his grandparents house in the ghetto. lol.
I stayed up all night again. I chilled, watched Wedding Crashers and ordered hella food from pizza shuttle. Finally at 8am I decided to crash. I washed up, downed two shots of nyquil and passed out to Moby's "Play" album. I then slept for 13 hours. I slept from 8 AM to about 9:30 PM Sunday night. It's now 4am Monday morning and I'm high, puzzled what really happened this weekend and how my sleep schedule got that screwed up...
The world may never know...
tootsie pop time!
