Must.... Clean.... Room....
Going to see Maroon 5 on Friday with Bobbert, Christina, and someone else that we haven't decided on yet. So Eric Sulock invited me to his 21st at Ursinus, where Collective Soul will be playing. Don't know if I'm going to attend this gathering, mainly due to the fact that I will know only Eric there, and even then I have only talked to him about twice in the past year, and the worst part is that I must be decisive soon mainly because there is a V.I.P. list and he needs to know if I'm coming or not.
I feel like ranting about something but there is nothing to rant about other than how much of a loser my uncle is, and I had to see him twice this weekend, yuck. He had to get his Beatles rant in one of the conversations somehow (although my dad had an amazing comeback which I forget, the man is a genious).
Found out that Nat's band is coming on September 3rd to Arcadia, I am quite fucking excited about it. Also, I saw a Seinfeld episode that I never even heard of today, where Newman and Kramer decide to import a ricshaw from Hong Kong and use it to start a business where they would hire the homeless to give tours to people around New York. Hilarious shit.
I actually have to wake up before 12 on Friday, but for good reason. Weezer tickets go on sale, plus I must plan some April fools' pranks in order to get revenge on people who basically kicked my ass last year, like those fuckers who threw my clothes out of the window of the Castle (you know who you are, fucktards (yes, I just purposely used the word 'fucktards')).
I feel like ranting about something but there is nothing to rant about other than how much of a loser my uncle is, and I had to see him twice this weekend, yuck. He had to get his Beatles rant in one of the conversations somehow (although my dad had an amazing comeback which I forget, the man is a genious).
Found out that Nat's band is coming on September 3rd to Arcadia, I am quite fucking excited about it. Also, I saw a Seinfeld episode that I never even heard of today, where Newman and Kramer decide to import a ricshaw from Hong Kong and use it to start a business where they would hire the homeless to give tours to people around New York. Hilarious shit.
I actually have to wake up before 12 on Friday, but for good reason. Weezer tickets go on sale, plus I must plan some April fools' pranks in order to get revenge on people who basically kicked my ass last year, like those fuckers who threw my clothes out of the window of the Castle (you know who you are, fucktards (yes, I just purposely used the word 'fucktards')).