You Awful Me
I'm back from Arizona. Hooray? Not really. I miss that place already, but in a very confused feeling, I'm glad to be back in this town. The trip was righteous. The trip out and back were seemingly tiring, but the filler between was killer. By killer, I mean Del Taco, and Weinershnitzel almost every day. The big W, has the unearthly powers of almost murdering a toilet. Ian clogged one so bad, only "the snake" could unclog it. Everyday seemed like a pattern. Wake up-shower-eat-go boating-eat-get drunk. WHAT A BORING ASS DAY!?! Not hardly. Each day we made the best out of it. Even though some of us got sick and cranky. Monday we picked Shawn and Ian up from the Las Vegas airport. The walk the ensued that was classic. Like talking into people's camcorders and saying stupid shit like "I shit my pants". The ladies that pulled up at the stop light on the strip yelling shit to me. "hey baby! hey!" When I didn't take notice of them, they got pissed, "fine, fuck you!". Is she stupid? She might be. So, I took notice of that comment, and commented on her beautiful rusted out brown station wagon, "HEY NICE CAR!!!". She had no comment to that and everyone surrounded me who heard the comment laughed. Boy, it sure doesn't pay to be a mouthy station wagon owner in Vegas, does it? The ride back from Vegas was fun, even though I transported 2 sicklies on the way back. Elonne had a sore throat, and Dustin said his head was going to explode. Teasing, Elonne said I was going to get sick from being around them. I assured her, that I was tough. I'll be damned, the next morning, Clayton had a wicked sore throat and a congested head. No worries. After gathering myself, I took loads of cold pills and put on some light clothes to run off the symptoms. I did just that. I ran for almost 3 hours. I ran the puke out of myself 3 times, and gave myself blisters like someone toss me in the oven. When I got back, Ben was at the house and convinced me to go boating with everyone else. The next day, I couldn't walk, I tore a the vast majority of muscles in my legs. I walked like a gimp and grunted everytime I got out of the car, which was followed by many giggles on Elonnes part. The next day, I observed that I had bruises up and down my legs. I really did a number on myself, christfuck. It was worth it. What put 2 people in shit moods for half a day, I knocked off in a short few. In the coming week, I should have pictures up from the trip. I need to go to bed, a REAL bed.
BTW, Elonne gave me a concussion. She busted me in the forehead with this piece of metal. Send me flowers and cards. I may die, or get better. Either way both are flowers and cards are fitting.
BTW, Elonne gave me a concussion. She busted me in the forehead with this piece of metal. Send me flowers and cards. I may die, or get better. Either way both are flowers and cards are fitting.