Never eat soup served to you by Tyler Durden
And once again, I am back on this damn thing. After much debating with myself, I finally won (or lost, depends which way you look at it.) Well it's been a month since I've updated to let absolutely no one know about my life happenings. And as I'm sure my life is as exciting as staring at a tree, it was still one crazy month.
I guess the first day of April deserved some kind of recognition because that was WrestleMania 23, and being that I'm quite the wrestling fan (hey its more fun to watch than staring at a number of things, not just a tree. Use your imagination) I had to watch it. Perhaps that day my obsession got a bit out of hand as I did the unthinkable, unspeakable, and most downright insane thing I have ever done before. And that was to call Tally, yes, the friend of mine from years ago, to go over his house and watch the damn PPV. Now, looking back on this, I'm not sure what I was thinking, because it was just a horrible idea to be anywhere near his house. Rightly so, as he just let the horrors unfold, like one of those evil guys in a scary movie. Yes, I'll admit, I had nightmares for weeks when I found out that he no longer played DDR, our longtime tradition, but now played Guitar Hero all the time instead. I had to leave the light on when I slept for days after he claimed some girl he knew was "just like me" but obviously wasn't as I realized at a quick glance at her myspace which Tally showed me.
Anyways, onto the PPV, how was it? It was downright disappointing. Sure the ladder match with the Hardyz was good, and sure, the Undertaker vs. Batista title match was good, and sure the Hair vs. Hair match was good, but everything else just SUCKED. I stared in disbelief in the shit they had given us, and was angry about wasting $50 on the thing. Wait, I didn't pay for it, Tally did. I'm glad Tally wasted $50 on the thing. So I guess it was alright in the end. It's damned right that Tally had to pay a fee to give me nightmares. Onward.
So one week and three days later, minus three days was Easter. This year's edition of Easter wasn't exactly something the critics would rave about, but it was good enough for me. Do you know what I did all day? Played Pokemon. That'll do. Onward.
So the next day was Monday, and may I remind you, or remind myself so I dont get confused and start ranting about a refridgerator, I had that week off. I didn't really do much that day, except go to the library to get some books on this project I gotta do, which will be addressed later in this update, hopefully with rage, if I'm up to it.
Now Tuesday, quite a day Tuesday was. In fact, it worked so well that I think I was a victim ( well that may be the wrong word, I mean it in a positive way and I can't remember the word right now) of destiny. We were all gonna go up to Frankenmuth that day, and since I have guitar lessons on Tuesdays, we had to cancel the lessons. Well it turned out it was much too cold to go to Frankenmuth which, well, allowed me to go laser tagging with Justin, Katie, Victoria, Olivia, and I don't feel like naming everyone else, all that matters is that they were there. Well I'm not sure if it was destiny again, or bad luck, or any of those other emotions that cause me to not be able to produce fire with my hands, but me and Justin, we only got to play once. Justin was severely disappointed, as he is an avid paintball player, that the lasers didn't hurt. Now I'm not sure when or where was the last time Justin played laser tag, but if it actually hurt, I'm sure Justin's gone crazy by now. But, of course, as all things in life end, we ended up shooting laser beams into eachothers eyes and...well I swear I can't see as clearly as before. Wait, what am I talking about, it ended with us obtaining the bag of magic doritos from an antique shop. Anyways, it was great to see everyone again even if Katie did give me a mix cd of atrocious songs I didn't like. Quite the gift though, as when I was driving home listening to it, I couldn't help but think "Damn, how'd she know that I don't like this song?"
Wednesday, I did the unpossible. I went over, well, Katie's house. And quite a record I broke, 2 days in a row, damn that's revolutionary. Well as something strange or crazy or whatever you call it happens to me when I'm with people, without people, or hell, every second of my life, I ended up almost breaking my foot there. How? Well I'm sure you can think of a more exciting way of me breaking my foot in your head than what actually happened in real life. That was also the fateful night I discovered that I no longer knew how to play DDR. I decided that I had to go down to my basement and get good again. If only that actually happened. But it didn't. Onward.
Thursday. Ahhhhhhhhh Thursday. Kyle's house. Spent the night. And it was absolutely crazy. It was Kyle's house so right from the start we were all sugarhigh. And well, I acted crazy, the kind of crazy that I haven't been in years, it was like I had reverted to the me from 2005. That giant plate of brownies didn't exactly help. I distincly remember spinning around in circles on Kyle's unnecissarily smooth basement floor, and well, I can cross of something on my non-existant list of lifetime goals: fitting into a small box. Perhaps the most random thing I did was throw a pencil at a folding chair just to hear the CLANK. Double points if I could hit the seat of the chair and the pencil bounced up and hit the lip. and of course, how could I forget, Vinny got a PS3 and opened it for the first time over there. He only had 2 games for it but it was still gign gign and even more gign. Yes, I eventually calmed down, by laying on the couch, perfectly still, listening to the Postal Service.
Friday morning I felt horrible. Yeah, party hangover. Well of course I get a call from RJ and I tell him "Hey, maybe we should hang out this weekend?" (now remember, Kyle and RJ hate eachother, wait, Kyle hates everyone) Of course, whenever I say "we should hang out" RJ immediately assumes that I'm saying "hey, come over, spend the night" So I hang up the phone, and walk down to the basement, and there's RJ sitting on the couch. Don't ask me how he does it. I fought through my party hangover to be able to work on a song with RJ, then we played some Metal Gear Solid. The next morning, we went to the informational meeting for the play we do every summer. In an extremely smart move, I brought Pokemon, which I hadn't played since a week earlier, and pretty much played it through the whole meeting. When they introduced the staff, all I heard was "Charmander" "Weedle" "Pidgey". Next thing I knew it was done, and well, now there was the line for the sign up sheets. The parents were there and agreed to sign us up, while we took some cookies (there were so many cookies it was enough to give a completely healthy person diabetes) and walked in circles. This meeting took place in the WCC, and by the auditorium, there are doors to the west and doors to the north. so we walked, through the north, circled, and went in through the rest. A conveniently placed sign was where we counted our laps. We eventually started yelling random phrases into doorways we passed, and walked in circles about 4 or 5 times before leaving. Onward.
So the next week I was sick. Onward.
And I'm currently on a 4 day weekend, which isn't really one because of this damned project. I'd do an angry rant right here, but I've typed so much that I never want to type anything ever again.
If you made it this far, you must be extremely bored to have read all of that, when you could have gone tree spotting.