i feel like the duck from duck hunt...
woke up at 7 yesterday for work so i was tired all day and as i'm standing there i look out the door and see the snow piling up and realize i'm fucked. i was supposed to stay until 330 but i got out about 30 minutes early but there was already 7 or 8 inches on the ground. 7 inches of unplowed snow is really not good when you drive a car as small as mine. it was pretty much like driving blindfolded since it was coming down so hard. last night started out real weird. i started walking down to brians house around 8 because i wasnt gonna drive in the snow again and right as i get out of my driveway a car stops next to me and asks where i'm going and if i want a ride and when i look at the car its a fucking camoflouged humvee that says military police on the side. so i get in the jeep and its two soldiers in full combat fatigues and walkie talkies and shit...so then the military police drop me off right in front of brians house. we pretty much just played video games all night and me and brad were reminded of the fact that theres only about 3 games in the world that we can beat brian and phil in. i hope theres no school tomorrow but i guess there will be, i really just wanna watch seinfeld all night and i've got all this shit to do for art by tuesday. i think i'm gonna go put some yellow food coloring in some snow and smash it in my dads face and see what he does...later