Feelin Fuckin Groovy....
So I was sitting here gobbling at myself (yes I was gobbling, I'm perfecting it this year so that I can sound like a real turkey and scare the shit out of my grandma on Thanksgiving) and I realized I could be updating this journaly thing that I never play with anymore. I just got done watching the original Wizard of Oz with Pasha and he has proclaimed that americans are more fucked up than the african tribe with the woodchunks hanging out of their bottom lips. (Chad knows what I'm talking about) My parents we here this weekend to see my statesmen concert which went ok. Afterwards I spent a fucking half hour trying to find my parents in the reception area. And where do you think the Neve family might be?! If you haven't guessed it, you obviously don't know my family very well. THE FOOD TABLE!!!!!!! My dad's mowing down choco-chunk brownies like they have crack in them, kimmy's standing there in her normal, dillusional daze, and my mom's shoving crackers into her purse for later that night. It wasn't until the lady manning the table yelled at my mom that they actually said anything, even though it was my mom screaming "Like losing a couple crackers(by a couple she means two boxes) is going to make the university go bankrupt?! I could buy a shitload of crackers with the tuition I'm paying!!!!" My dad nods, brainwashed like usual, and Kimmy, still in her daze, starts to twitch. So, we all decide we're not fat enough yet, so we go to coldstone, where my parents have never been before, and Kimmy is so overcome with excitement that she does six shots of "gotta have it" chocolate cake explosion. However, after doing this, she gets a headache and my mother starts sceaming that Kimmy has sol manilla(however you spell it.) And I just say brainfreeze, but mother answers me saying "it's not always that simple, eddie!!" So when we get back my mom gives kimmy four shots of nyquil instead of the nightly two and she passes out. But the next day, we went to Chicken Little and the Norske Nook. Because of it being a Norwegian restaurant, it is the home of 44 different pies. So we finally got out of there around 2 am, when my dad informs us that he had raspberries that night and he didn't bring his beano. On the ride home,it was like watching fantasia with all the different colors and shapes but with your nose. Thus concluding my weekend with the family. And despite the reality of my genes that they constantly drop on my concsience, I really do miss them and wish I was closer to them. They made things alot more interesting and I can't be classified as odd, when the people around you are odder. And this made me think of how I missed my friends. People here think I'm totally off the wall, but when I'm with you guys I appear SOMEWHAT normal. I think kids from Minnesota are too sheltered or something. But I do like it here. And I have met lots of amazing friends. But they sure don't beat defo!!!! I miss you all and I hope you are all enjoying life as it streaks it's little ass past you. I love you all and keep smiling!!!!!!! ;)