See Androids Fighting Brad And Janet - Anne Francis Stars In Forbidden Planet..txt
At the latenight double feature picture show, I want to go, oh hooooo... This should be long, read ONLY the bracketed text for abridged version, and yes, if you do; you're going to be kicked out of the church. *Gets ice cream... 5 minutes later, now typing with one hand in fear of his lop-sided small twist... t'was free* Well.. I'll shove my two former updates before the major into one; though they can and should be two seperate and completely indendent updates, I'm a lazy whore... and typing with one fucking hand, damn. I'll get you a satanic mchanic. We'll do this calendar style and if blue "ska-doo," we can too.
*Hops and spins wackily into a picture of DeSales High School* Here I sit, having just been called into Mr. Lagana's office, sweat dripping off of my tense body like beads of.. well.. of sweat.. err.. wait, no, wasn't sweating, but I was confused and a bit frightened at the thought anyways. I found myself asking, 'Now what have I "done" huh?' and that you will hear. My school is completely unjust as you see, and this is quite a few linked and eventful things here that I mention; make sure to read tight and stay far away.. from the school, and not my journal. And here, Mr. Lagana handed me a slip which stated that I was to serve two seperate one-hour detention for not serving one that was completely ridiculous to begin with and this made me quite upset; as the "infraction" wasn't such at all, but nothing, pure nothing. This detention that he refers to was one for "Inappropriate comments on a quiz" with which I signed my name in a sentence. My incredibly spastic teacher had most exuberantly stated that we were to write our names "however and wherever" we please, and that I did. In a sentence, which losely resembled this that doth follow: 'Brian Augustus is better than you, unless of course, you are anyone.' An oxy-moronical statement with no offense taken, and by this I did mean more that everyone is on even par, though I meant nothing of it at all, and if it were to be "offensive" in any way; it would be toward my own self. As I could care less, I decided that the detention was bullshit and my teacher really needs to get on ritalin, and she does. But I asked Mr. Lagana, as I was qite pissed at this point, "Did you even read what I wrote on that quiz" and after a short discussion passed, the man agreed with me that a detention was not in order, BUT I STILL HAD TO SERVE THE TWO HOURS! I guess I can understand why, because I had't reported, but if this man did his job as he should; maybe he wouldn't have just signed a detention slip to be handed out without even KNOWING what it's being given out for. He had no clue, and the statement that which he described to my mother (Yes, they think it's that important that they bother her at work) was completely offensive and just wrong, but what I had said was nothing at all. He tried to argue that I should have come to him, but I hadn't realized it as an actual detention to begin with; surely he knows my teacher is nuts? I don't know, it's just lame. And as he was angry at me that day; later on he flipped out on me for having a hair tie in my hair.. for about 5 minutes.. and what makes me so very mad about all of this is that NONE of these teacher/administrator folk will even TELL you what you've done, or what rule you might be breaking, or why you're statement is offensive; where do they come from where that's considered just? I don't live in Medieval France damnit, and I know they don't.. RAAWR! But I could care less by now, it was a couple weeks ago now.
Aye, Friday that week, last week it was; Gutch came over to my house and we played SOCOM most of the night. During this, we cause Pete a mental breakdown and temporary insanity, and while I do indeed feel that this was a cruel act in the end... we really didn't mean to do all that. We were only joking around, friendly style, with him and he believed us; and so we kept going with this until at times he had believed it was the next afternoon at 1:30am and that I had killed Billy Whitwell. Poor Billy, poor Pete, I feel sorry for all that, but it was majorly entertaining until the final acts had occured. We also check check mad Live Wire and had a grand 'ole time with our ice pops. We also died x2 due to a sound file that repeated itself quickly and freakishly, over and over, and things are always falling in my room etc. etc. We read up on some other things; such as people dying while doing the nasty. Reminds me of Dan. *cough* I could write so much more on this, but I've actually forgotten most of these events; now lost in time and space.. and in heaven. HEAVEN! Here ends Friday; Saturday is on it's way and as I've spent a disgusting amount of time writing this; I'm going to have to take ANOTHER break so I don't rush the next section like I did this one. It's far too important for that, but I am so very sorry to Daniel that it took me almost an entire week to get this all out, but I'm a lazy whore. *Tear*
Oh golly gee, Saturday went beautifully, and it's now an engraved date and event in my skull, like the engraving on a tombstone.. with.. with extra protection against the ELEMENTS.. ELEMENTS!!!1 Let's start in the morning; Gutch and I are awake, but we're pretending to be asleep because that's how we do. I slept in front of my fan and it felt like heaven with that cool/crisp/clean air flowing over me and my sleeping bagg-ed self. I move too suddenly and Gutch jolts up, and checks my watch to his left as he sits on my bed, where he had spent the night. *Skips details of us walking downstairs etc.* Sean comes stumbling in, and having just woken up, he's in a stuper. He wants on his computer, and as a 26" television was sitting on my rug in front of it; he grabs hold before the warning is sent and recieved and spills Mountain Dew on the floor; though he still didn't seem to realize. I was a bit angered but once the TV had been moved properly and all things dangerous were removed from it, I was good; until I stepped in it. >< My old 8 Crazy Nights wristband seemed to have caught the bulk of the drink and I was thankful for that. A quick trip downstairs got the mess cleaned up bleach style. Things are back to normal and Lucas and I proceed to play SOCOM for a couple hours. This day, we do plan on going to a show with teh Loopus, and I had by then turned on the idea because of provokation by Mosch to chillax up in Keaton's with the gang. But Gutch needed to see Loopus, so I showered.. no, wait, he showered and THEN I showered, and before I was out; there were two kids here ready to utilize my PS2 equipment while they were over being babysat by Elena. I was reluctant to do so, afraid even, but my father insisted and he was our ride to the show.
We left and arrived around door opening tizzle, but we still had to buy tickets and such. The first group was oddly misplaced and I wish my brother's band LOWKEY had played for they were rap group. It was atleast somewhat entertaining, though I began falling asleep, and I was sitting.. at a show.. sitting. A Day Without Rain soon enlightened my spirits as the lead singer is a complete nut-job and almost overly entertaining to watch. We remained seated though and Sam showed up, which was teh cool. The lineup was a bit screwy in my opinion, Loopus is the best band in the area hands down but they were 3rd to last, instead of the last.. or atleast 2nd because 40 oz. has to be a bunch of fucks. ^^ But it was a good thing that they were on early. The show actually kinda sucked though, for all in the crowd were afraid to even move, the Smith threatening kicking people out for such acts as "moshing" made them all paranoid and boring, which I didn't like. So after Loopus, I called up Keaton's house; Dan answered and Mosch interprated his plans for us. We walked to Keaton's and passed by Kate's home, where many a person were a-seated, but we didn't bother to stop and we may have said hello if anything. Later on we realized that Pete was there and it would have been a good idea.. but it didn't matter; we were on a mission, a mission to Mars. And even more: A Mission to Keaton's. This must be so long right now, if you read this far and you were'nt being a bracketed ass... and even if you were... you are required to leave a comment.. not because I <3 comment whores.. but.. errmm.. no.. I <3 comment whores.
So here we are, at the threshold of Keaton's home. I ring the doorbell *Ding-Dong* and Nick dashes to the door to greet us, followed by Keaton's reluctant mother who welcomed us in, but uninvited as we soon learned for Mosch hadn't even spoken with Keaton about us coming over. It didn't matter so much, but Keaton's room was too full. It was hot and cramped; did I mention that his now giiiiiiirly friend Nicole was up in that? Well, she was and I met her for the first time. "How do you do?" But as I said, it was too crowded and cramped so Mosch wanted out. He WANTED OUT!!1 Though everyone ignored him as he has since mentioned and just sat there remaniscing and realizing the slickness of Dan's hair. We did however leave his room and his house even, but not until Dan had initiated this plan did we move. It was pretty funny. We sat on the porch, and Mitch is a molestor. I can't skate on Mosch's board and he took his pants off on the sidewalk to try for attention, it didn't work though for his current plan was to bust that joint and hit up Dan's tracker. Which, yet again, we did do once Dan had the idea. ^^ Mosch, Gutch, and I sat cramped.. in the back of his Tracker, and Keaton and Nicole sat in front, her on his lap. Mosch made a joke about Keaton's disposition and Keaton thought it was lame. I must now mention the condition that the seats of a Tracker take with so many people inside.. and even with less. The front seat is a right angle: |_ and the back.. is much worse, kind of like this: /_ which is just terrible a way to be inside of a vehicle but we all like it tight, because then Mosch can go spastic over the seatbelts and rustle around with his arms to keep us enteretained. We stopped.. I grabbed a Jones, but none for Dan; I only had a dollar. We jumped back into Dan's car and we were off.. to see the wizard? NO! To go and do anything, but firstly, we dropped our newly aquainted (to me anyways) Miss Nicole off at her home. Off to Mosch's.. VROOM!
We stepped in, Mosch last in fact, and his father was at the inside door, looking roughishly like a bear up on legs, and he dissappeared shortly there after into his wilderness; better known as the Moschiano's living room. We sat down at the table and got to talking, but first off, we ate some "Fruit Pieces" which weren't fruit at all, but mearly flavored sugar overed with sugar, and Mosch was called into the forest. We had a brilliant idea; after a quick demonstration of Mosch's dog's idiocy and lack of blanket escaping ability, to feed all of these treats to the dog.. as once. Poor Manson, poor Mosch, happy us. It was hilarious, I held it there and Keaton came smashing over to knock all of the candy and it's bag's remnants onto the dog's face. Oh, silly Keaton. Mosch wanted Jenga, so we played Jenga, and Keaton lost. No one won, but Keaton lost; what kind of fucking game doesn't have a winner but still has a loser... you don't need more than one winner, cocky bastards, and the loser just has to be emo all alone. Suicidal goth kids (hehe, mosch) might just slit their wrists for attention after playing Jenga. *Tear* After the manditory game; we sat and talked with Dan. It was of a very personal subject.. and I just don't know if he wants me to tell you what it was.. but.. I'll give you a one word clue: dan_and_his_former_grrl's_excellent_sexual_adventures. I'm sorry if that's a little to vague for the bulk of you, but atleast we'll get it.. hehe. Dan was getting a little embarassed and giggly so we laid off the subject for a while. We had to leave Mosch's in order to drive around some more, but Mosch couldn't come. Let's pull out a quote from his mother shall we? "From the way you’s was actin up in the kitchen, I don’t wanna know how you’s gonna act in a car," courtesy Keaton's journal, 'And then it flows through me like rain.™.' So we head outside and Mosch walks us out it seems? Either way, we're beginning to drive away and Patrick was angry with Keaton, so they were feuding; one thing led to the other and Mosch had a lacrosse stick. He began to attack Keaton as we pulled out through the front window, to which Dan responded with a quick pedal-down out the main part of the driveway, and we are heading into the street.. suddenly Mosch is on the back of Dan's Tracker with the stick and we're freaking out.. He falls off and all is well.. so we think.. we turn around and he's now running beside the Tracker in the street with the lacrosse stick trying to hit Keaton. We began driving a bit fast and Keaton got a hold of the stick, which in turn was connected to Mosch.. now we're dragging him down the street; he slips/falls/let's go and we drive away with the stick. Impulsively and rightly so, Keaton throws the stick a ways down the road out the window, and hilariously so as well. We turned around and this time, he grabbed Mosch by the arm and dragged him; Mosch spit on Keaton and Dan and they were very pissed and I believe this was their revenge. He dissappeared into the distance as we decided our antics ought be over to keep things straight with the law.
We headed off to Keaton's and on his porch were a couple of goth kids that Gutch and I had seen at the show. It was great fun having them there. We asked them their names and one responded "Mike" while the other dice "IaaGruhhl (in a gurgly voice)” as Keaton put it. We were holding back our laughing until we were inside but thereafter we cracked up a bit. We were standing just inside the door where they could hear everything we said if they ha tried, but we were talkin' mad shit yo. So they dared me to step outside and hit that up. And soon after, I did, and I told them 'We don't take too kindly to gurgling up in this piece.' and the goths were thouroughly confused. At this point IaaGruhhl was sitting alone in the corner, motionless and we headed inside to continue our shit talking and laughing all along. I grabbed Keaton's camera and we all proceeded outside to converse with them. IaaGruhhl must have been so messed up on something... When they had to leave, IaaGruhhl suddenly became Mr. Social and it pissed us off; he touched our hands with his black glove and was off. We stayed in a bit and then headed in the general direction they were in hopes of seeing them, but we never did. Poor us, poor IaaGruhhl.
We kept driving and Dan went all "Crazy Taxi" on us and drove like a right old nut of a bastard. We went around the Nursery circle a multitude of times at a decent speed and he would randomly pull shaprly onto a street, head down it, and do a U-turn in the middle of the intersection.. though it was late and we knew their were no cars; it was still an insane idea to ignore stop signs like so. We continued this for a while, laughing like hyeenas on helium. He finally got off the circle and headed down Brooke Street. I found it a grand idea to see how far we could coast from one end of the curvature to the other and down the next street.. more ignored stop signs and we weren't stopping. Keaton soon pointed out that since we were in drive.. there was no real stopping.. so Dan backed up!!1 down that street and onto the Brooke Street curvature and into the tennis court parking lot. It was so very late, but we garbbed out his tennis rackets and balls and played some blind tennis.. or should I say 10es?? Hehe. It was so great, and we even had to BREEEEEAK into it. I know, we're fucking bad ass aren't we? W00t.
So we're again driving around in the Tracker, you know how we do. And I gets hungry. *Stomach gurgles* We went to Dominoes <3 and bought a large cheese pizza.. large my ass.. but it suffaced just beautifully. We drove down the lake and at it on a misplaced picnic table up on a gazebo. It was nice, and I got to eat teh most. Yipee! We saw a huge spider and realized how many could have been crawling up on us at the moment sitting on Seneca Lake and we headed out. From here, we just drove randomly and talked. Dan explained a fun little game of driving where you write left, right, straight etc. on a piece of paper in sequence and follow your directions from a designated place to see where you end up. We might try it sometime. We were out by the driving range-ish area and Dan ran over mad frogs. We were sad for the frogs but Dan explained their situational insignificance. This was the conclusion to our night, and rightly so. It was so great and just brilliant. Dan brought Keaton home, and subsequently, Gutch and I to mine. From there, we did nothing, but I slept in front of that fan and it was gorgeous, a little chilly this time, but gorgeous none-the-less. Gutch was out at 10:30 and I skipped church and napped. Screw the rest of the day, it's unimportant for now.. and so is everything else.. UNTIL THIS WEEKEND HIT! Yes, there's fucking more. But you might want to take the next couple line breaks as a clue to take a break and get ready; though this one won't be as long. Have fun in the kitchen while I whip up something of my own.
Last night; Mosch let me know that he was about to be picked up by Dan, Keaton, and BIG MITCH, and that I ought to get ready to leave because their short Mosch-expected arrival time. [1 hour passes from the time I am ready but I aint stressin' kid] So I hop into Dan's Tracker, Mitch is all excited about his new "Sean devices" and he heads to Evan's house, where we drops him. It was so funny though.. Mitch doesn't fit into the Tracker.. no one does in fact, but Mitch was just grand. Hehe. We pick up a pissed off Mosch who was biting his fingers and being nagged by his mother in this 1 hour's time. We headed off toward the theater I do believe and tlked about The Olsen Twins and their movie; Dan dropped off a movie at Blockbuster, and we were off to make a quick stop at Billie Jean's location to drop something off for Nicole.. Keaton's giiiirly friend. ^^ They had a cute little moment with a kiss that everyone "awwwed" at and we were off... with no agenda in particular. We stopped at the tennis court a short bit; Mosch and I headed onto the court a bit but we mostly "chillaxed" there. That word.. chillaxed.. so retarded in nature, but I used it so much recently while talking to Dan that I suppose it is best a descriptor of the situation now. ^^v Sam stopped in out of complete randomness and Mosch took his steering wheel cover, which he didn't notice for a bit. Patrick and I hit the ball back and forth and lost it a plethora of times. We put the rackets on top of Samuel's van for a bit, and I kept going to get them and then doing something else in the course of Sam leaving.. finally grabbing them before he drove off. I wanted to drive a short amount but it didn't happen. *Tear* We left the court area and in fact, Geneva all-together. We went to Waterloo.. north-side.. to Dan's house where we ate his candy and met his lively mother who speculated over my computer prowess a little too much and made me sad. But we watched the Mars Volta and I took myself a gift for my mother on "her day." I also borrowed Love Actually from him which has since made my Saturday a great day, because it put me into the most romanticly good mood that I now remain in. I love it, actually, and I need it for myself. I cannot explain right now, and besides; I am explaining last night at the moment. *Carries on* Dan's brother paints and they are moving, it's very sad. They have an Ewok dog that does tricks and gets confused. After a bit of a show; we headed off into the distance, and toward Geneva, and most specifically, Mosch's. We went to Mosch's and I called my mother, and Keaton called Nicole. She and her friends were in need of a ride and I was quite ablidged to do so, but it didn't turn out. *Tear* But we were in Mosch's and this time, we spilled horrid Apple Juice, which Keaton drew a face with and talked on the phone with his grrrrl. Dan went a bit further in his stories, but Patrick wanted us out so he could play his games. I refused to leave until we had the ride plan worked out.. which it didn't, but it's all dandy. I've just realized tha lack of breaks in this one, fuck it.. it's not Saturday of last week I'm writing about, so it's only one section. Yipee! But anyways, we went and picked up Nicole and drove around a bit. It was pretty funny with her and he in the back seat.. her being drunk and all, but she wasn't there too long and seemed to think that I was mad at her? I don't know, she was funny. We headed off and talked much about money and food, especially pizza. We went to Wegman's and used their mad change machine which was the shit and Walter's son gave us our $1.76 that we so rightfully earned. It was a fun, but wasted trip. Fun because the machine and because I learned that one of the Olsen's is too skinny or something? I'm too skinny too.. and Keaton is skinner than I. O.O TANGENTS! TANGENTS DAMNIT! But we left there and headed off to Dominoes where Daniel utilized his debit card to pay for a pizza, but not for wings because I'm greedy, bullshit, I have money in my hands right now.. well.. no, I don't, but if I walked over to that little table inthe closet and picked it up, I'd have enough for a ton of wings damn you! Greeeed! We headed to the lake again and proceeded to eat it at a picnic table very close to the water. The moon and the water have never looked so good as we did mention but I was freezing my ass off in a little t-shirt that I <3 and Dan was wearing a sweatshirt, Keaton - Dan's grandmother's blanket. It was good, and there was one piece left. Dan thought it was HILARIOUS to not split it but to just eat it himself because I'm GREEDY according to their joke... but Keaton stole me a piece and then Dan couldn't eat the whole thing, so I still won. Whheee! We busted out that piece and we headed home. The end. Did I mention how beautiful Love Actually is? I love it actually.. and Keira is so gorgeous, I had almost forgot. ;_; This has to be so long, and no, I did not actually use brackets; though I wrote this whole thing, I am still a lazy ass bugger. Have a good day.. I can't believe how unbeleiveably long this is, wow.
*Hops and spins wackily into a picture of DeSales High School* Here I sit, having just been called into Mr. Lagana's office, sweat dripping off of my tense body like beads of.. well.. of sweat.. err.. wait, no, wasn't sweating, but I was confused and a bit frightened at the thought anyways. I found myself asking, 'Now what have I "done" huh?' and that you will hear. My school is completely unjust as you see, and this is quite a few linked and eventful things here that I mention; make sure to read tight and stay far away.. from the school, and not my journal. And here, Mr. Lagana handed me a slip which stated that I was to serve two seperate one-hour detention for not serving one that was completely ridiculous to begin with and this made me quite upset; as the "infraction" wasn't such at all, but nothing, pure nothing. This detention that he refers to was one for "Inappropriate comments on a quiz" with which I signed my name in a sentence. My incredibly spastic teacher had most exuberantly stated that we were to write our names "however and wherever" we please, and that I did. In a sentence, which losely resembled this that doth follow: 'Brian Augustus is better than you, unless of course, you are anyone.' An oxy-moronical statement with no offense taken, and by this I did mean more that everyone is on even par, though I meant nothing of it at all, and if it were to be "offensive" in any way; it would be toward my own self. As I could care less, I decided that the detention was bullshit and my teacher really needs to get on ritalin, and she does. But I asked Mr. Lagana, as I was qite pissed at this point, "Did you even read what I wrote on that quiz" and after a short discussion passed, the man agreed with me that a detention was not in order, BUT I STILL HAD TO SERVE THE TWO HOURS! I guess I can understand why, because I had't reported, but if this man did his job as he should; maybe he wouldn't have just signed a detention slip to be handed out without even KNOWING what it's being given out for. He had no clue, and the statement that which he described to my mother (Yes, they think it's that important that they bother her at work) was completely offensive and just wrong, but what I had said was nothing at all. He tried to argue that I should have come to him, but I hadn't realized it as an actual detention to begin with; surely he knows my teacher is nuts? I don't know, it's just lame. And as he was angry at me that day; later on he flipped out on me for having a hair tie in my hair.. for about 5 minutes.. and what makes me so very mad about all of this is that NONE of these teacher/administrator folk will even TELL you what you've done, or what rule you might be breaking, or why you're statement is offensive; where do they come from where that's considered just? I don't live in Medieval France damnit, and I know they don't.. RAAWR! But I could care less by now, it was a couple weeks ago now.
Aye, Friday that week, last week it was; Gutch came over to my house and we played SOCOM most of the night. During this, we cause Pete a mental breakdown and temporary insanity, and while I do indeed feel that this was a cruel act in the end... we really didn't mean to do all that. We were only joking around, friendly style, with him and he believed us; and so we kept going with this until at times he had believed it was the next afternoon at 1:30am and that I had killed Billy Whitwell. Poor Billy, poor Pete, I feel sorry for all that, but it was majorly entertaining until the final acts had occured. We also check check mad Live Wire and had a grand 'ole time with our ice pops. We also died x2 due to a sound file that repeated itself quickly and freakishly, over and over, and things are always falling in my room etc. etc. We read up on some other things; such as people dying while doing the nasty. Reminds me of Dan. *cough* I could write so much more on this, but I've actually forgotten most of these events; now lost in time and space.. and in heaven. HEAVEN! Here ends Friday; Saturday is on it's way and as I've spent a disgusting amount of time writing this; I'm going to have to take ANOTHER break so I don't rush the next section like I did this one. It's far too important for that, but I am so very sorry to Daniel that it took me almost an entire week to get this all out, but I'm a lazy whore. *Tear*
Oh golly gee, Saturday went beautifully, and it's now an engraved date and event in my skull, like the engraving on a tombstone.. with.. with extra protection against the ELEMENTS.. ELEMENTS!!!1 Let's start in the morning; Gutch and I are awake, but we're pretending to be asleep because that's how we do. I slept in front of my fan and it felt like heaven with that cool/crisp/clean air flowing over me and my sleeping bagg-ed self. I move too suddenly and Gutch jolts up, and checks my watch to his left as he sits on my bed, where he had spent the night. *Skips details of us walking downstairs etc.* Sean comes stumbling in, and having just woken up, he's in a stuper. He wants on his computer, and as a 26" television was sitting on my rug in front of it; he grabs hold before the warning is sent and recieved and spills Mountain Dew on the floor; though he still didn't seem to realize. I was a bit angered but once the TV had been moved properly and all things dangerous were removed from it, I was good; until I stepped in it. >< My old 8 Crazy Nights wristband seemed to have caught the bulk of the drink and I was thankful for that. A quick trip downstairs got the mess cleaned up bleach style. Things are back to normal and Lucas and I proceed to play SOCOM for a couple hours. This day, we do plan on going to a show with teh Loopus, and I had by then turned on the idea because of provokation by Mosch to chillax up in Keaton's with the gang. But Gutch needed to see Loopus, so I showered.. no, wait, he showered and THEN I showered, and before I was out; there were two kids here ready to utilize my PS2 equipment while they were over being babysat by Elena. I was reluctant to do so, afraid even, but my father insisted and he was our ride to the show.
We left and arrived around door opening tizzle, but we still had to buy tickets and such. The first group was oddly misplaced and I wish my brother's band LOWKEY had played for they were rap group. It was atleast somewhat entertaining, though I began falling asleep, and I was sitting.. at a show.. sitting. A Day Without Rain soon enlightened my spirits as the lead singer is a complete nut-job and almost overly entertaining to watch. We remained seated though and Sam showed up, which was teh cool. The lineup was a bit screwy in my opinion, Loopus is the best band in the area hands down but they were 3rd to last, instead of the last.. or atleast 2nd because 40 oz. has to be a bunch of fucks. ^^ But it was a good thing that they were on early. The show actually kinda sucked though, for all in the crowd were afraid to even move, the Smith threatening kicking people out for such acts as "moshing" made them all paranoid and boring, which I didn't like. So after Loopus, I called up Keaton's house; Dan answered and Mosch interprated his plans for us. We walked to Keaton's and passed by Kate's home, where many a person were a-seated, but we didn't bother to stop and we may have said hello if anything. Later on we realized that Pete was there and it would have been a good idea.. but it didn't matter; we were on a mission, a mission to Mars. And even more: A Mission to Keaton's. This must be so long right now, if you read this far and you were'nt being a bracketed ass... and even if you were... you are required to leave a comment.. not because I <3 comment whores.. but.. errmm.. no.. I <3 comment whores.
So here we are, at the threshold of Keaton's home. I ring the doorbell *Ding-Dong* and Nick dashes to the door to greet us, followed by Keaton's reluctant mother who welcomed us in, but uninvited as we soon learned for Mosch hadn't even spoken with Keaton about us coming over. It didn't matter so much, but Keaton's room was too full. It was hot and cramped; did I mention that his now giiiiiiirly friend Nicole was up in that? Well, she was and I met her for the first time. "How do you do?" But as I said, it was too crowded and cramped so Mosch wanted out. He WANTED OUT!!1 Though everyone ignored him as he has since mentioned and just sat there remaniscing and realizing the slickness of Dan's hair. We did however leave his room and his house even, but not until Dan had initiated this plan did we move. It was pretty funny. We sat on the porch, and Mitch is a molestor. I can't skate on Mosch's board and he took his pants off on the sidewalk to try for attention, it didn't work though for his current plan was to bust that joint and hit up Dan's tracker. Which, yet again, we did do once Dan had the idea. ^^ Mosch, Gutch, and I sat cramped.. in the back of his Tracker, and Keaton and Nicole sat in front, her on his lap. Mosch made a joke about Keaton's disposition and Keaton thought it was lame. I must now mention the condition that the seats of a Tracker take with so many people inside.. and even with less. The front seat is a right angle: |_ and the back.. is much worse, kind of like this: /_ which is just terrible a way to be inside of a vehicle but we all like it tight, because then Mosch can go spastic over the seatbelts and rustle around with his arms to keep us enteretained. We stopped.. I grabbed a Jones, but none for Dan; I only had a dollar. We jumped back into Dan's car and we were off.. to see the wizard? NO! To go and do anything, but firstly, we dropped our newly aquainted (to me anyways) Miss Nicole off at her home. Off to Mosch's.. VROOM!
We stepped in, Mosch last in fact, and his father was at the inside door, looking roughishly like a bear up on legs, and he dissappeared shortly there after into his wilderness; better known as the Moschiano's living room. We sat down at the table and got to talking, but first off, we ate some "Fruit Pieces" which weren't fruit at all, but mearly flavored sugar overed with sugar, and Mosch was called into the forest. We had a brilliant idea; after a quick demonstration of Mosch's dog's idiocy and lack of blanket escaping ability, to feed all of these treats to the dog.. as once. Poor Manson, poor Mosch, happy us. It was hilarious, I held it there and Keaton came smashing over to knock all of the candy and it's bag's remnants onto the dog's face. Oh, silly Keaton. Mosch wanted Jenga, so we played Jenga, and Keaton lost. No one won, but Keaton lost; what kind of fucking game doesn't have a winner but still has a loser... you don't need more than one winner, cocky bastards, and the loser just has to be emo all alone. Suicidal goth kids (hehe, mosch) might just slit their wrists for attention after playing Jenga. *Tear* After the manditory game; we sat and talked with Dan. It was of a very personal subject.. and I just don't know if he wants me to tell you what it was.. but.. I'll give you a one word clue: dan_and_his_former_grrl's_excellent_sexual_adventures. I'm sorry if that's a little to vague for the bulk of you, but atleast we'll get it.. hehe. Dan was getting a little embarassed and giggly so we laid off the subject for a while. We had to leave Mosch's in order to drive around some more, but Mosch couldn't come. Let's pull out a quote from his mother shall we? "From the way you’s was actin up in the kitchen, I don’t wanna know how you’s gonna act in a car," courtesy Keaton's journal, 'And then it flows through me like rain.™.' So we head outside and Mosch walks us out it seems? Either way, we're beginning to drive away and Patrick was angry with Keaton, so they were feuding; one thing led to the other and Mosch had a lacrosse stick. He began to attack Keaton as we pulled out through the front window, to which Dan responded with a quick pedal-down out the main part of the driveway, and we are heading into the street.. suddenly Mosch is on the back of Dan's Tracker with the stick and we're freaking out.. He falls off and all is well.. so we think.. we turn around and he's now running beside the Tracker in the street with the lacrosse stick trying to hit Keaton. We began driving a bit fast and Keaton got a hold of the stick, which in turn was connected to Mosch.. now we're dragging him down the street; he slips/falls/let's go and we drive away with the stick. Impulsively and rightly so, Keaton throws the stick a ways down the road out the window, and hilariously so as well. We turned around and this time, he grabbed Mosch by the arm and dragged him; Mosch spit on Keaton and Dan and they were very pissed and I believe this was their revenge. He dissappeared into the distance as we decided our antics ought be over to keep things straight with the law.
We headed off to Keaton's and on his porch were a couple of goth kids that Gutch and I had seen at the show. It was great fun having them there. We asked them their names and one responded "Mike" while the other dice "IaaGruhhl (in a gurgly voice)” as Keaton put it. We were holding back our laughing until we were inside but thereafter we cracked up a bit. We were standing just inside the door where they could hear everything we said if they ha tried, but we were talkin' mad shit yo. So they dared me to step outside and hit that up. And soon after, I did, and I told them 'We don't take too kindly to gurgling up in this piece.' and the goths were thouroughly confused. At this point IaaGruhhl was sitting alone in the corner, motionless and we headed inside to continue our shit talking and laughing all along. I grabbed Keaton's camera and we all proceeded outside to converse with them. IaaGruhhl must have been so messed up on something... When they had to leave, IaaGruhhl suddenly became Mr. Social and it pissed us off; he touched our hands with his black glove and was off. We stayed in a bit and then headed in the general direction they were in hopes of seeing them, but we never did. Poor us, poor IaaGruhhl.
We kept driving and Dan went all "Crazy Taxi" on us and drove like a right old nut of a bastard. We went around the Nursery circle a multitude of times at a decent speed and he would randomly pull shaprly onto a street, head down it, and do a U-turn in the middle of the intersection.. though it was late and we knew their were no cars; it was still an insane idea to ignore stop signs like so. We continued this for a while, laughing like hyeenas on helium. He finally got off the circle and headed down Brooke Street. I found it a grand idea to see how far we could coast from one end of the curvature to the other and down the next street.. more ignored stop signs and we weren't stopping. Keaton soon pointed out that since we were in drive.. there was no real stopping.. so Dan backed up!!1 down that street and onto the Brooke Street curvature and into the tennis court parking lot. It was so very late, but we garbbed out his tennis rackets and balls and played some blind tennis.. or should I say 10es?? Hehe. It was so great, and we even had to BREEEEEAK into it. I know, we're fucking bad ass aren't we? W00t.
So we're again driving around in the Tracker, you know how we do. And I gets hungry. *Stomach gurgles* We went to Dominoes <3 and bought a large cheese pizza.. large my ass.. but it suffaced just beautifully. We drove down the lake and at it on a misplaced picnic table up on a gazebo. It was nice, and I got to eat teh most. Yipee! We saw a huge spider and realized how many could have been crawling up on us at the moment sitting on Seneca Lake and we headed out. From here, we just drove randomly and talked. Dan explained a fun little game of driving where you write left, right, straight etc. on a piece of paper in sequence and follow your directions from a designated place to see where you end up. We might try it sometime. We were out by the driving range-ish area and Dan ran over mad frogs. We were sad for the frogs but Dan explained their situational insignificance. This was the conclusion to our night, and rightly so. It was so great and just brilliant. Dan brought Keaton home, and subsequently, Gutch and I to mine. From there, we did nothing, but I slept in front of that fan and it was gorgeous, a little chilly this time, but gorgeous none-the-less. Gutch was out at 10:30 and I skipped church and napped. Screw the rest of the day, it's unimportant for now.. and so is everything else.. UNTIL THIS WEEKEND HIT! Yes, there's fucking more. But you might want to take the next couple line breaks as a clue to take a break and get ready; though this one won't be as long. Have fun in the kitchen while I whip up something of my own.
Last night; Mosch let me know that he was about to be picked up by Dan, Keaton, and BIG MITCH, and that I ought to get ready to leave because their short Mosch-expected arrival time. [1 hour passes from the time I am ready but I aint stressin' kid] So I hop into Dan's Tracker, Mitch is all excited about his new "Sean devices" and he heads to Evan's house, where we drops him. It was so funny though.. Mitch doesn't fit into the Tracker.. no one does in fact, but Mitch was just grand. Hehe. We pick up a pissed off Mosch who was biting his fingers and being nagged by his mother in this 1 hour's time. We headed off toward the theater I do believe and tlked about The Olsen Twins and their movie; Dan dropped off a movie at Blockbuster, and we were off to make a quick stop at Billie Jean's location to drop something off for Nicole.. Keaton's giiiirly friend. ^^ They had a cute little moment with a kiss that everyone "awwwed" at and we were off... with no agenda in particular. We stopped at the tennis court a short bit; Mosch and I headed onto the court a bit but we mostly "chillaxed" there. That word.. chillaxed.. so retarded in nature, but I used it so much recently while talking to Dan that I suppose it is best a descriptor of the situation now. ^^v Sam stopped in out of complete randomness and Mosch took his steering wheel cover, which he didn't notice for a bit. Patrick and I hit the ball back and forth and lost it a plethora of times. We put the rackets on top of Samuel's van for a bit, and I kept going to get them and then doing something else in the course of Sam leaving.. finally grabbing them before he drove off. I wanted to drive a short amount but it didn't happen. *Tear* We left the court area and in fact, Geneva all-together. We went to Waterloo.. north-side.. to Dan's house where we ate his candy and met his lively mother who speculated over my computer prowess a little too much and made me sad. But we watched the Mars Volta and I took myself a gift for my mother on "her day." I also borrowed Love Actually from him which has since made my Saturday a great day, because it put me into the most romanticly good mood that I now remain in. I love it, actually, and I need it for myself. I cannot explain right now, and besides; I am explaining last night at the moment. *Carries on* Dan's brother paints and they are moving, it's very sad. They have an Ewok dog that does tricks and gets confused. After a bit of a show; we headed off into the distance, and toward Geneva, and most specifically, Mosch's. We went to Mosch's and I called my mother, and Keaton called Nicole. She and her friends were in need of a ride and I was quite ablidged to do so, but it didn't turn out. *Tear* But we were in Mosch's and this time, we spilled horrid Apple Juice, which Keaton drew a face with and talked on the phone with his grrrrl. Dan went a bit further in his stories, but Patrick wanted us out so he could play his games. I refused to leave until we had the ride plan worked out.. which it didn't, but it's all dandy. I've just realized tha lack of breaks in this one, fuck it.. it's not Saturday of last week I'm writing about, so it's only one section. Yipee! But anyways, we went and picked up Nicole and drove around a bit. It was pretty funny with her and he in the back seat.. her being drunk and all, but she wasn't there too long and seemed to think that I was mad at her? I don't know, she was funny. We headed off and talked much about money and food, especially pizza. We went to Wegman's and used their mad change machine which was the shit and Walter's son gave us our $1.76 that we so rightfully earned. It was a fun, but wasted trip. Fun because the machine and because I learned that one of the Olsen's is too skinny or something? I'm too skinny too.. and Keaton is skinner than I. O.O TANGENTS! TANGENTS DAMNIT! But we left there and headed off to Dominoes where Daniel utilized his debit card to pay for a pizza, but not for wings because I'm greedy, bullshit, I have money in my hands right now.. well.. no, I don't, but if I walked over to that little table inthe closet and picked it up, I'd have enough for a ton of wings damn you! Greeeed! We headed to the lake again and proceeded to eat it at a picnic table very close to the water. The moon and the water have never looked so good as we did mention but I was freezing my ass off in a little t-shirt that I <3 and Dan was wearing a sweatshirt, Keaton - Dan's grandmother's blanket. It was good, and there was one piece left. Dan thought it was HILARIOUS to not split it but to just eat it himself because I'm GREEDY according to their joke... but Keaton stole me a piece and then Dan couldn't eat the whole thing, so I still won. Whheee! We busted out that piece and we headed home. The end. Did I mention how beautiful Love Actually is? I love it actually.. and Keira is so gorgeous, I had almost forgot. ;_; This has to be so long, and no, I did not actually use brackets; though I wrote this whole thing, I am still a lazy ass bugger. Have a good day.. I can't believe how unbeleiveably long this is, wow.