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So anyway I was going to update and write about all kinds of intellible and intelligent things to say, but I can only think of badgers mushrooms and Africa snakes.
The weekend was alright to crappy. Saturday I get this call about chokings and disabled cars and hang out at Jessie's for like a million hours. Note that in the process of driving to Southfield getting Jessie back to Warren and then again to Southfield the next morning (oops) to take her home, my car decides to ditch one lugnut from my left front tire, thus creating the troublesome trouble of trying to detach from my car. The tire was able to get a tiny bit of wiggle room from that one loose nut, and this let the other loosen up until it was just a big bonanza of lugnuts trying to see who could chew straight through the post it was attached to and make a huge rent in the rim next to it's respective hole and scare the piss out of Joe. Driving from some BP at Ten Mile and the Lodge to home with each and every threaded post that holds your tire on your car half- way chewed through, it makes a guy nervous. So that's that. I don't even know what the fuck the part of the car that those threaded things attach to is called. Junkyards, your phones are gonna be blowin' up.
Uh, so it turns out I'm supposed to move to Chicago in August, and I already have three room-mates? That brings me to the events of yesterday.
So the scene is my room, the time is approximately 3:45 yesterday, the characters are one Joseph Super one Jessie Finn and one Aubrey Blake Super-Planitz. Integral props include the telephone the clock and my shirt. Anyway. I talked to Aubrey who was in Detroit headed for Royal Oak, and to save a few minutes Jessie dropped me off with Aubrey on the way to night-school. Aubrey and I went to a couple record stores (free Depeche Mode, Living Colour, and some other posters. Free!), some other store, and the Salvation Army over there. Fun fun, Dairy Queen by my house--
Wait, this needs to be brought to the public's attention. How hardcore is a girl that requests not one, not two, but three total doses of Butterfinger in a blizzard? So the next time you hear 'Butterfinger Blizzard two extra scoops' I wouldn't make any cute jokes, or you'll get a swift kick in the head. And she's tall, she'll do it. Anyway, in Royal Oak we discusse this Chicago deal. See, the paln had been for Aubrey to move to Chicago to attend a school for Deaf Communicators this spring, like now. I was going to move with her so she wouldn't just be Aubrey in the Big City. Didn't happen, so now it's planned for August. this is in conjunction with Megan Thiel, who is a girl who is a lot nicer han I have given her credit for previously, and some Will character that I expect is a stand-up guy. Two or three bedrooms can be had for like 900 a month, so between four hard-working kids that shouldn't be hard. I could do that working at a fat food place if I was like Oh my god I live in Chicago now and I'm out of money whoa I need a job. And that will be that if it goes through. The general plan is for a scouting crew (aka the two girls) take a trip there shortly and find places that have a lease running up in August.
But anyhow, RO then DQ, then Carlo's house. Sharon was flipping out a little, and then Eric came by. Leave, then my house. We hung out with my family and watched tv on the couch for a while, which I normally hate tv but whatever. Maybe that's why my mom likes Aubrey, it's because she likes being a family with my family more than I do. Then Jessie got back from night school, we sat around, Aubrey made an impressive piece of art with masking tape on my floor and accentuated it with Sharpie, mixing a delicate symphony of adhesive and permanent marker. 8:30, Aubrey embarks on a stick-filled night, and Jessie left at like 9:30. Blah blah blah, sleep around 2 am.
Fast forward to 4 pm Tuesday, where I have awoken for the like 8th time today. Why would you wake up so many times and still go back to sleep after you've been in bed for 14 hours you say? Because my furnace died and it was too fucking cold to even imagine getting out of bed until I needed to. I slept in my socks, some pajama pants, and two thermal shirts. This is amazing to anyone who knows my views on stripping down as much as possible at the end of a day, and I never ever sleep with socks on.
Holy crap, what a crazy car-load of kids! So Rey Agama drives up in this punk-rock clown car or soemthing and has him Lisa Jones Katie Walsh and his THREE brothers with him. Well, Tom Lasela is his brother and then these two kids I don't like as much as the Agama bloodliners that are his two stepbrothers. For seriously people, if you have two boys and a girl don't you dare get together with some dude that has the same. It's a riot waiting to happen. But anyway, all the siblings were confined to the car outside and the rest of us, including Jessie who came by at 6 or so, went about our business with these monsters in the driveway honking every two minutes. They left, me and Jessie left, blah blah, meet up with Lisa J and Kyle, very cool dude, go by park, play at park for a while, my house, then dispersion of the masses to where they came from. And that brings you about up to speed on the life and times of Joseph Vincent Super.
What the fucking techno badgers!" Tomorrow I'm waking up early to write a speed-metal cover of this song.
It goes a little something like this:
Badger badger badger badger
Badger badger badger badger
Badger badger badger badger
Mush-room, mush-room
Badger badger badger badger
Badger badger badger badger
Badger badger badger badger
Mush-room mush-room
Badger badger badger badger
Badger badger badger badger
Badger badger badger badger
Mush-room-mush-room
Badger badger badger badger
Badger badger badger badger
Badger badger badger badger
Africa snake!
Snake oh, snake ohhh, it's a snake! It's a
Badger badger badger badger..
You get the point. Note the Africa snake, as opposed to African snakes.
The weekend was alright to crappy. Saturday I get this call about chokings and disabled cars and hang out at Jessie's for like a million hours. Note that in the process of driving to Southfield getting Jessie back to Warren and then again to Southfield the next morning (oops) to take her home, my car decides to ditch one lugnut from my left front tire, thus creating the troublesome trouble of trying to detach from my car. The tire was able to get a tiny bit of wiggle room from that one loose nut, and this let the other loosen up until it was just a big bonanza of lugnuts trying to see who could chew straight through the post it was attached to and make a huge rent in the rim next to it's respective hole and scare the piss out of Joe. Driving from some BP at Ten Mile and the Lodge to home with each and every threaded post that holds your tire on your car half- way chewed through, it makes a guy nervous. So that's that. I don't even know what the fuck the part of the car that those threaded things attach to is called. Junkyards, your phones are gonna be blowin' up.
Uh, so it turns out I'm supposed to move to Chicago in August, and I already have three room-mates? That brings me to the events of yesterday.
So the scene is my room, the time is approximately 3:45 yesterday, the characters are one Joseph Super one Jessie Finn and one Aubrey Blake Super-Planitz. Integral props include the telephone the clock and my shirt. Anyway. I talked to Aubrey who was in Detroit headed for Royal Oak, and to save a few minutes Jessie dropped me off with Aubrey on the way to night-school. Aubrey and I went to a couple record stores (free Depeche Mode, Living Colour, and some other posters. Free!), some other store, and the Salvation Army over there. Fun fun, Dairy Queen by my house--
Wait, this needs to be brought to the public's attention. How hardcore is a girl that requests not one, not two, but three total doses of Butterfinger in a blizzard? So the next time you hear 'Butterfinger Blizzard two extra scoops' I wouldn't make any cute jokes, or you'll get a swift kick in the head. And she's tall, she'll do it. Anyway, in Royal Oak we discusse this Chicago deal. See, the paln had been for Aubrey to move to Chicago to attend a school for Deaf Communicators this spring, like now. I was going to move with her so she wouldn't just be Aubrey in the Big City. Didn't happen, so now it's planned for August. this is in conjunction with Megan Thiel, who is a girl who is a lot nicer han I have given her credit for previously, and some Will character that I expect is a stand-up guy. Two or three bedrooms can be had for like 900 a month, so between four hard-working kids that shouldn't be hard. I could do that working at a fat food place if I was like Oh my god I live in Chicago now and I'm out of money whoa I need a job. And that will be that if it goes through. The general plan is for a scouting crew (aka the two girls) take a trip there shortly and find places that have a lease running up in August.
But anyhow, RO then DQ, then Carlo's house. Sharon was flipping out a little, and then Eric came by. Leave, then my house. We hung out with my family and watched tv on the couch for a while, which I normally hate tv but whatever. Maybe that's why my mom likes Aubrey, it's because she likes being a family with my family more than I do. Then Jessie got back from night school, we sat around, Aubrey made an impressive piece of art with masking tape on my floor and accentuated it with Sharpie, mixing a delicate symphony of adhesive and permanent marker. 8:30, Aubrey embarks on a stick-filled night, and Jessie left at like 9:30. Blah blah blah, sleep around 2 am.
Fast forward to 4 pm Tuesday, where I have awoken for the like 8th time today. Why would you wake up so many times and still go back to sleep after you've been in bed for 14 hours you say? Because my furnace died and it was too fucking cold to even imagine getting out of bed until I needed to. I slept in my socks, some pajama pants, and two thermal shirts. This is amazing to anyone who knows my views on stripping down as much as possible at the end of a day, and I never ever sleep with socks on.
Holy crap, what a crazy car-load of kids! So Rey Agama drives up in this punk-rock clown car or soemthing and has him Lisa Jones Katie Walsh and his THREE brothers with him. Well, Tom Lasela is his brother and then these two kids I don't like as much as the Agama bloodliners that are his two stepbrothers. For seriously people, if you have two boys and a girl don't you dare get together with some dude that has the same. It's a riot waiting to happen. But anyway, all the siblings were confined to the car outside and the rest of us, including Jessie who came by at 6 or so, went about our business with these monsters in the driveway honking every two minutes. They left, me and Jessie left, blah blah, meet up with Lisa J and Kyle, very cool dude, go by park, play at park for a while, my house, then dispersion of the masses to where they came from. And that brings you about up to speed on the life and times of Joseph Vincent Super.
What the fucking techno badgers!" Tomorrow I'm waking up early to write a speed-metal cover of this song.
It goes a little something like this:
Badger badger badger badger
Badger badger badger badger
Badger badger badger badger
Mush-room, mush-room
Badger badger badger badger
Badger badger badger badger
Badger badger badger badger
Mush-room mush-room
Badger badger badger badger
Badger badger badger badger
Badger badger badger badger
Mush-room-mush-room
Badger badger badger badger
Badger badger badger badger
Badger badger badger badger
Africa snake!
Snake oh, snake ohhh, it's a snake! It's a
Badger badger badger badger..
You get the point. Note the Africa snake, as opposed to African snakes.