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It's amazing how much better you feel after driving around and doing random things with friends. I picked Brad up at 7 and we hung out with Josh for awhile and watched a crappy Vin Diesel movie. Then, we drove to McDonald's and ordered a lot of food. We went back to Brad's house and watched the South Park movie with CMeth and Lindsay and talked about things like periods, homesexuals, oh yeah...and the Passion of the Christ. HahA what strange things to tie together. Along with lots of racist and sexist comments on the boys part quoted from Chapelle's Show and South Park, it made for a very interesting night. Brad and I then proceeded to get gas at 11:45, where I definitely tried going past what the pump said was full, and Brad waited for like 0.50 cents to tell me that the gas was overflowing and pouring down the side of my car. So, we decided that it would be a good idea to use the squeegees to wash down my entire car and have a 5 minute argument about whether or not that made the car clean. Yes, it's all very random and pointless, and yet it made my freaking weekend. We counted 6, yes 6, cop cars in downtown Rochester (whether or not we counted the same one 6 times is anyone's guess). Then we tried looking for places open all night, like Farmer Jack. But yeah...they were closed for computer maintenance... What is up with that??? The good people of the world just want to go walk around Farmer Jack, maybe ride a kid's bike or two...or eat the fresh produce from the bins, until 4 in morning...but no, the computer says no. We decided that since the computers wouldn't let us buy any donuts, we would do them in the parking lot instead. Realizing this was illegal, and that there were also 6 cops on the prowl, Brad suggested that we go to Video Palace and check out the porn in the 18 and Up section. After arguing about whether that would make us mature or immature, we decided against it. I then took him home, and headed home myself. On the way home, I saw two cop cars (yes perhaps 2 of the same ones from earlier) with flashing lights in the old Denny's parking lot. I wondered aloud, "Perhaps this is a drug bust," as they had pulled over a very shady looking brown Caddilac. Deciding not to go slower and attract attention to myself, I didn't check out the "drug bust" and headed home. If you're still reading this, you probably think that this was the most pointless journal entry ever. You guys are great... I'm out for the night! Peace