So I get off on withholding
So what if its been a bajillion years since I last posted.... go suck an egg. Basically, the rest of summer since my last post included me being everywhere but Bay City. Then out of nowhere I was in school again. Soon after that I got a job with Dr. Zoidberg. WHICH REMINDS ME LOBSTER BISQUE IS BACK ON HALLOWEEN(tyler) Thats pretty much what I do now. Its weird not being able to go do what i want when I want because I work everyweekend, but if I didn't Zoidberg would cut me up good. Another journal worthy occasion is me being an uncle now ... I don't really do anything for that. I'm useless unless she needs financial advice or the best white russian ever... oh wait, she can't drink til shes 5... i meant to say strawberry-banana smoothie. Whatever.
This weekend was good times. I stayed out super late both nights. Sleep wasn't my friend this weekend, which makes me wish I were more like Joel (some say he is a zombie with his ability to function perfectly with little to no sleep) Friday night I went to Johnny's and we played college football... the same way we have since I've been like 15... the only difference now being you get drunk while playing. Nothing beats video games and liquor. I'd like to say I was drunk, but I was some kind of something because I took IBprofen and that mixed with booze makes me high as a kite, I guess. We reminisced about the days of old and yelled a lot. Senseless yelling is one of my absolute favorite things to do. Someone told me the neighbors might get pissed, and I told them to fuck off because I was in a trailor park and yelling from a neighboring trailor probably helps to put half the people to sleep. that should go without saying. idiots.
Saturday was fun, me, aaron, and keysor drove out to some guys farm in the middle of nowhere. It was weird because we were the "old guys" at the party. There were people of all ages there, a few 16 and 17 year olds (Don't worry Bret, Andrew, Scott, Johnny... I got phone numbers for all of you) and then people who have just becoming of drinking age. I learned a few things at this party, Keysor is the Grand Master Champion of Beer Pong. he didn't lose a damn game. It was my first time, but that is no excuse, because it was his first time as well. I've never been so pissed. But i learned that losing is good because it means drinking lots of beer and keeping me nice and drunk, which I was. Whiskey + tequila + beer = not puking... COUNT IT! I learned when moving logs on a fire, you might want to use gloves. i thought I could outsmart the logs... not so much. I moved all but one successfully without burning myself... the last log tricked me good. FIRE IS HOT. Cooling off my hand in my whiskey drink is a way to keep the pain to a min. though... my blister doesn't even hurt. All in all it was pretty funny, because we just yelled at people a lot... or made them feel uncomfortable because we would bring up how much people wanted to do it with each other. Serves them right for being 17.
Now its time for me to go take a nap because I am not a zombie and I need sleep. BYE BYE
This weekend was good times. I stayed out super late both nights. Sleep wasn't my friend this weekend, which makes me wish I were more like Joel (some say he is a zombie with his ability to function perfectly with little to no sleep) Friday night I went to Johnny's and we played college football... the same way we have since I've been like 15... the only difference now being you get drunk while playing. Nothing beats video games and liquor. I'd like to say I was drunk, but I was some kind of something because I took IBprofen and that mixed with booze makes me high as a kite, I guess. We reminisced about the days of old and yelled a lot. Senseless yelling is one of my absolute favorite things to do. Someone told me the neighbors might get pissed, and I told them to fuck off because I was in a trailor park and yelling from a neighboring trailor probably helps to put half the people to sleep. that should go without saying. idiots.
Saturday was fun, me, aaron, and keysor drove out to some guys farm in the middle of nowhere. It was weird because we were the "old guys" at the party. There were people of all ages there, a few 16 and 17 year olds (Don't worry Bret, Andrew, Scott, Johnny... I got phone numbers for all of you) and then people who have just becoming of drinking age. I learned a few things at this party, Keysor is the Grand Master Champion of Beer Pong. he didn't lose a damn game. It was my first time, but that is no excuse, because it was his first time as well. I've never been so pissed. But i learned that losing is good because it means drinking lots of beer and keeping me nice and drunk, which I was. Whiskey + tequila + beer = not puking... COUNT IT! I learned when moving logs on a fire, you might want to use gloves. i thought I could outsmart the logs... not so much. I moved all but one successfully without burning myself... the last log tricked me good. FIRE IS HOT. Cooling off my hand in my whiskey drink is a way to keep the pain to a min. though... my blister doesn't even hurt. All in all it was pretty funny, because we just yelled at people a lot... or made them feel uncomfortable because we would bring up how much people wanted to do it with each other. Serves them right for being 17.
Now its time for me to go take a nap because I am not a zombie and I need sleep. BYE BYE