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These past 2 or 3 weeks have been fucked up. We had to put my cat to sleep the friday before the 4th of July. I was so sad to see him go, because he was the first legit pet I've had, and he was pretty much a part of the family. It's weird how you get so attached to them. I saw my dad cry for the first time in a while, and that was unexpected because he was the one we had to convince to get a cat in the first place.
My 4th of July weekend consisted of getting wasted every afternoon, evening, and late night so that was alright, especially since Kevin was home, and I got to see basically all of my friends throughout the weekend. Discing, bonfires, cruising around, practicing, sitting around, it was a relaxing/somber weekend to say the least.
Friday night there was a 40ish year old guy that came to my door. I was outside, so I came around the corner to see a van parked half in the driveway and half in the grass, so I knew something was up. When I get there, Kevin was talking to him already, and I got up to him and saw he was wearing a dress. Not just any dress, but one that only went down to his thighs. He had heels on, and fake boobs too. The makeup, lipstick, and scruffy beard kind of topped it off, and he had his hair done up too. I think he was either drunk, or on some sort of fucked up drug, because he asked me for a shirt because he was cold, and then he asked me how to get to Green Bay. I had a beer buzz going, but I wasn't so messed up that I was imagining this, trust me. He said that he was doing it as a joke for this group of people he was supposed to meet up with, including his sister. I still don't get it though. How does some random guy just come up to my doorstep like that??????
So yesterday my mom wakes me up and puts a little kitten on my bed. She got a new cat. It looks almost exactly like Oreo did, except he's a month old. Super cute. I know it sounds gay, but he's awesome. We can't think of a name though, post some ideas or something.
I'm getting new crashes tomorrow. A 19 in. and 20 in. A custom projection crash. It's gonna be sweet. I need to get new heads too, since we're going down on the 31st, and the 1st to record with shane.....finally.
My job is great. It's weird working in the field that you went to school for. It's pretty cool though, cuz I get to make some pretty cool shit, and run a machine that takes at least some skill to do. It's alright to say the least.
Not much more to say, just thought I'd update this for once.
My 4th of July weekend consisted of getting wasted every afternoon, evening, and late night so that was alright, especially since Kevin was home, and I got to see basically all of my friends throughout the weekend. Discing, bonfires, cruising around, practicing, sitting around, it was a relaxing/somber weekend to say the least.
Friday night there was a 40ish year old guy that came to my door. I was outside, so I came around the corner to see a van parked half in the driveway and half in the grass, so I knew something was up. When I get there, Kevin was talking to him already, and I got up to him and saw he was wearing a dress. Not just any dress, but one that only went down to his thighs. He had heels on, and fake boobs too. The makeup, lipstick, and scruffy beard kind of topped it off, and he had his hair done up too. I think he was either drunk, or on some sort of fucked up drug, because he asked me for a shirt because he was cold, and then he asked me how to get to Green Bay. I had a beer buzz going, but I wasn't so messed up that I was imagining this, trust me. He said that he was doing it as a joke for this group of people he was supposed to meet up with, including his sister. I still don't get it though. How does some random guy just come up to my doorstep like that??????
So yesterday my mom wakes me up and puts a little kitten on my bed. She got a new cat. It looks almost exactly like Oreo did, except he's a month old. Super cute. I know it sounds gay, but he's awesome. We can't think of a name though, post some ideas or something.
I'm getting new crashes tomorrow. A 19 in. and 20 in. A custom projection crash. It's gonna be sweet. I need to get new heads too, since we're going down on the 31st, and the 1st to record with shane.....finally.
My job is great. It's weird working in the field that you went to school for. It's pretty cool though, cuz I get to make some pretty cool shit, and run a machine that takes at least some skill to do. It's alright to say the least.
Not much more to say, just thought I'd update this for once.