i only have the patience for bullet-points at the moment
friday night:
- scampered from work at lo coco's to The House I Grew Up In to change into speed racer
- got a ride with a clown and a mummy to this kid sam's house on 34th and market
- learned that it is very difficult to open beer cans with leather driving gloves on...but opening beer with your mouth is fairly easy
- posed for pictures with fabio and the mummy, otherwise known as my new roommates
- had a really fucking awkward conversation with an ex-girlfriend...partially awkward because its hard to have conversations when youre wearing a helmet
- kept my helmet on the whole night
- even when i was calling the ambulance for a passed out teenage girl who couldnt be woken up was being rushed around and locked in rooms by dumbasses who obviously gave her the drugs
- was locked in sam's room with others, avoiding the police and yelling matches
- made a guy named jay laugh so hard his grill almost fell out and colt 45 almost flew out of his nose, because "{i} really look like speed racer"
saturday:
- woke up at nine, attempted to bribe dad to take my place for this volunteering thing
- was number 155 out of 155 volunteers to show up...i strive for excellence
- raced my mom to regal and marin on scooters {duh i won}
- got a really cool orange reflective vest
- shoveled leaves and debris into piles and inevitably into dump trucks for fucking three hours
- swore off ever volunteering for storm drain cleaning with the city of berkeley ever again
- realized that im not even a resident of berkeley now
- bought a sealy posturepedic mattress by the name of larkhaven {sounds comfortable right?}
- made some pizzas
sunday:
- tried to watch x-men three
- rushed to costco to buy three rotisserie chickens
- found the bed frame of my dreams
- signed the lease on the fucking HOUSE on 53rd and market
- gave gwynne her birthday present {a bouquet of rotisserie chickens}
- made some pizzas
post script:
my brother's halloween costume is calvin, from the comic after which he was named. he thinks he needs to bleach his hair, because that fake wash-out shit isnt cutting it.
- scampered from work at lo coco's to The House I Grew Up In to change into speed racer
- got a ride with a clown and a mummy to this kid sam's house on 34th and market
- learned that it is very difficult to open beer cans with leather driving gloves on...but opening beer with your mouth is fairly easy
- posed for pictures with fabio and the mummy, otherwise known as my new roommates
- had a really fucking awkward conversation with an ex-girlfriend...partially awkward because its hard to have conversations when youre wearing a helmet
- kept my helmet on the whole night
- even when i was calling the ambulance for a passed out teenage girl who couldnt be woken up was being rushed around and locked in rooms by dumbasses who obviously gave her the drugs
- was locked in sam's room with others, avoiding the police and yelling matches
- made a guy named jay laugh so hard his grill almost fell out and colt 45 almost flew out of his nose, because "{i} really look like speed racer"
saturday:
- woke up at nine, attempted to bribe dad to take my place for this volunteering thing
- was number 155 out of 155 volunteers to show up...i strive for excellence
- raced my mom to regal and marin on scooters {duh i won}
- got a really cool orange reflective vest
- shoveled leaves and debris into piles and inevitably into dump trucks for fucking three hours
- swore off ever volunteering for storm drain cleaning with the city of berkeley ever again
- realized that im not even a resident of berkeley now
- bought a sealy posturepedic mattress by the name of larkhaven {sounds comfortable right?}
- made some pizzas
sunday:
- tried to watch x-men three
- rushed to costco to buy three rotisserie chickens
- found the bed frame of my dreams
- signed the lease on the fucking HOUSE on 53rd and market
- gave gwynne her birthday present {a bouquet of rotisserie chickens}
- made some pizzas
post script:
my brother's halloween costume is calvin, from the comic after which he was named. he thinks he needs to bleach his hair, because that fake wash-out shit isnt cutting it.