The Night Before Buildmas
I'm half-drunk, listening to Gnarls Barkley, at 2am, the night before my life starts to get hectic.
I went shopping with the parental units today (which took all day). The only reason I agreed to it was because I'm broke, and need to get clothes for Haunt. My 2 brothers were off doing other things today, which left me the only offspring in the house (which is weird, because it's usually me who's gone). I asked my mom if she wanted to help the "Starving and Desperate Mark Fund," and she agreed to take me out to buy some shorts for running, and for haunt. It's always a nice thing to shop with your parents when you're broke, because you know that they'll more than likely foot the bill (this is a rare occurance for me, but I really am broke at the moment). I got like 3 pairs of ADIDAS shorts, and 4 shirts, plus the parentals even took me out for ice cream, it was pretty sweet. My mom asked me: "When was the last time you were spoiled?" and I replied "I don't know, you have three kids."
This weekend was eventful. I refused pot, saw the movies Bring It On: All or Nothing (sluttiest teen flick, ever.) and Crank (possibly one of the best movies ever made), talked to my friends about they're relationships and caught up, got spoiled with shopping, talked to Chris about karate and what my plans are for the future, and went to Chris' new house to watch him treat his girlfriend's kid like his own (really fucking strange from my point of view), and I drank. I haven't really had anything to drink with my friends since Matt's wedding.
You know, as ventful as this weekend was, I couldn't help but think of Alyssa the whole time. There was one time someone asked me a question about Alyssa, and I almost looked over my shoulder to say: "Isn't that right, honey." It was probably the alchohol, but it's almost an instinct now to look for her.
Gnarls Barkley is the best MC+Producer combo ever. Spin Magazine can go fuck itself.
I almost don't want to start build tomorrow night. There's a little part of me that says if I go to work, that's like surrendering to the fact that summer is over. Oh I'll go to work and make my money, but the other half is screaming at the top of my lungs.
Fuck I'm tired.
If I'm going to be insane for the next two and a half months, all I have to say is: Fuck this shit, I will come out alive. And I will get what I want.
The plan for this year is: Car by Christmas.
I went shopping with the parental units today (which took all day). The only reason I agreed to it was because I'm broke, and need to get clothes for Haunt. My 2 brothers were off doing other things today, which left me the only offspring in the house (which is weird, because it's usually me who's gone). I asked my mom if she wanted to help the "Starving and Desperate Mark Fund," and she agreed to take me out to buy some shorts for running, and for haunt. It's always a nice thing to shop with your parents when you're broke, because you know that they'll more than likely foot the bill (this is a rare occurance for me, but I really am broke at the moment). I got like 3 pairs of ADIDAS shorts, and 4 shirts, plus the parentals even took me out for ice cream, it was pretty sweet. My mom asked me: "When was the last time you were spoiled?" and I replied "I don't know, you have three kids."
This weekend was eventful. I refused pot, saw the movies Bring It On: All or Nothing (sluttiest teen flick, ever.) and Crank (possibly one of the best movies ever made), talked to my friends about they're relationships and caught up, got spoiled with shopping, talked to Chris about karate and what my plans are for the future, and went to Chris' new house to watch him treat his girlfriend's kid like his own (really fucking strange from my point of view), and I drank. I haven't really had anything to drink with my friends since Matt's wedding.
You know, as ventful as this weekend was, I couldn't help but think of Alyssa the whole time. There was one time someone asked me a question about Alyssa, and I almost looked over my shoulder to say: "Isn't that right, honey." It was probably the alchohol, but it's almost an instinct now to look for her.
Gnarls Barkley is the best MC+Producer combo ever. Spin Magazine can go fuck itself.
I almost don't want to start build tomorrow night. There's a little part of me that says if I go to work, that's like surrendering to the fact that summer is over. Oh I'll go to work and make my money, but the other half is screaming at the top of my lungs.
Fuck I'm tired.
If I'm going to be insane for the next two and a half months, all I have to say is: Fuck this shit, I will come out alive. And I will get what I want.
The plan for this year is: Car by Christmas.