President's Day Weekend
Seeing as though I am not the greatest leader, I'll follow everyone else's lead and make one of these journals. And I'm just bored. So, yeah, if you're reading this, you probably know me, therefore I won't waste time and space talking about myself. I'm not that self-centered. Most of the time.
Well, this weekend wasn't too bad. Saturday was Valentine's Day, one of those crazy Christian holidays us Jews love to celebrate. Halloween's another one. Anyway, I spent most of the day at my wife, Jen's, house. She got me some big-ass fuzzy teddy bear. And we watched The Italian Job, which wasn't too bad.
Sunday my dad and I went looking for a new TV because our present one sucks. We saw Mr. Ashcraft at Lowe's (one of the stops beforehand), and I begged my dad to let me key his truck. My dad asked who he was, and I told him he did stuff with the band. My dad asked if he was a teacher, and I replied "No," so my dad was like, "Oh, well I don't care then." But his car was parked in the opposite direction of mine, and it's not worth my effort to do anything when the Ashcrafts are involved. Unless maybe it involves kitty litter. Then I went to Give Kids The World to do community service and look at little kids that are going to die in like a month or so. But they give me free ice cream, so I cant't complain. After that, my friend Erika drove me to Rich's house. The three of us decided to take on Latino attitudes and started bitching at each other and everything else. Erikqua is such a bitch. I gonn' slap tha' ho. From there we went to Fitz's house to terrorize her and Amanda Sicora. Fitz was signed on to her screen name online, and we told several people on her buddy list that we hated them and that they should kill themselves. Apparently though, one of the people we told that to was some depressed suicidal kid, and he got pissed off and blocked us. But I didn't see him in the obituaries, so I didn't feel too bad. After Fitz kicked us out of her house, we went to Downtown Disney to see 50 First Dates. It was really funny, considering most of Adam Sandler's movies suck. But I gotta support my fellow Jews. Yeah.
Today's devoted to doing all the homework I've put off all weekend. I went to McDonald's for lunch and saw Stephanie Bork there with her litte brother. She's still a little pissed about something me and some friends did regarding her and a certain band room answering machine. But she'll get over it. I feel bad though, because of her present situation. A lot of people talk about how their parents suck. I guess I should be grateful mine aren't too bad. Most of the time.
Like this morning! At 10:00 my mom decides to yell at me because I apparently don't know the proper way to dispose of ice cream containers. Oh, well. She's a Jewish mother, therefore food is an essential part of her life. Even to its disposal I guess.
Coming home from lunch, some dumbass person in my neighborhood like two streets away decided to leave their garbage cans in the street. They could get hit! To prove this to them, I ran them over in my car and flattened both of them. As I drove away, however, I saw my dad about two houses down from there walking down the street for some reason. He made me pull over and he was like, "Watch out for the garbage cans in the street." He was probably amused by it though.
Well, I have a lot of homework to get back to. I have about 10 thesises and outlines to do for my stupid-ass history teacher. And there's all this crap for trigonometry for my math teacher, who sometimes resembles Gollum. Seeing that I have endless homework, I can't be sure when the next entry will be.
Until then, "die young and save yourself."
Well, this weekend wasn't too bad. Saturday was Valentine's Day, one of those crazy Christian holidays us Jews love to celebrate. Halloween's another one. Anyway, I spent most of the day at my wife, Jen's, house. She got me some big-ass fuzzy teddy bear. And we watched The Italian Job, which wasn't too bad.
Sunday my dad and I went looking for a new TV because our present one sucks. We saw Mr. Ashcraft at Lowe's (one of the stops beforehand), and I begged my dad to let me key his truck. My dad asked who he was, and I told him he did stuff with the band. My dad asked if he was a teacher, and I replied "No," so my dad was like, "Oh, well I don't care then." But his car was parked in the opposite direction of mine, and it's not worth my effort to do anything when the Ashcrafts are involved. Unless maybe it involves kitty litter. Then I went to Give Kids The World to do community service and look at little kids that are going to die in like a month or so. But they give me free ice cream, so I cant't complain. After that, my friend Erika drove me to Rich's house. The three of us decided to take on Latino attitudes and started bitching at each other and everything else. Erikqua is such a bitch. I gonn' slap tha' ho. From there we went to Fitz's house to terrorize her and Amanda Sicora. Fitz was signed on to her screen name online, and we told several people on her buddy list that we hated them and that they should kill themselves. Apparently though, one of the people we told that to was some depressed suicidal kid, and he got pissed off and blocked us. But I didn't see him in the obituaries, so I didn't feel too bad. After Fitz kicked us out of her house, we went to Downtown Disney to see 50 First Dates. It was really funny, considering most of Adam Sandler's movies suck. But I gotta support my fellow Jews. Yeah.
Today's devoted to doing all the homework I've put off all weekend. I went to McDonald's for lunch and saw Stephanie Bork there with her litte brother. She's still a little pissed about something me and some friends did regarding her and a certain band room answering machine. But she'll get over it. I feel bad though, because of her present situation. A lot of people talk about how their parents suck. I guess I should be grateful mine aren't too bad. Most of the time.
Like this morning! At 10:00 my mom decides to yell at me because I apparently don't know the proper way to dispose of ice cream containers. Oh, well. She's a Jewish mother, therefore food is an essential part of her life. Even to its disposal I guess.
Coming home from lunch, some dumbass person in my neighborhood like two streets away decided to leave their garbage cans in the street. They could get hit! To prove this to them, I ran them over in my car and flattened both of them. As I drove away, however, I saw my dad about two houses down from there walking down the street for some reason. He made me pull over and he was like, "Watch out for the garbage cans in the street." He was probably amused by it though.
Well, I have a lot of homework to get back to. I have about 10 thesises and outlines to do for my stupid-ass history teacher. And there's all this crap for trigonometry for my math teacher, who sometimes resembles Gollum. Seeing that I have endless homework, I can't be sure when the next entry will be.
Until then, "die young and save yourself."