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| Hello, how are all of you this fine sunday morning? Its about 1 and I have nothing better to do than to recap my weekend so far.
Where should I begin? Friday? Ok, that makes sense, start with the first day of the weekend. Or I could start from tomorrow, but wait, that hasn't happened yet... weird. Commas, sorry!
I like totally just tried to put a period after that exclamation mark... silly justin, you know punctuation better than that! Mrs. Cloud hasn't taught you nothing in english class, oh wait, she hasn't, but we watch movies and read, and thats all that matters.
It seemes that this "topic boat" has missed it's dock, lets try another pass at the weekend recap.
Friday - I woke up to the strange stench of cat-in-face. School was boring, then I went to michaels house. We (me, sir mikesalot, and the laura triplets) all walked to k-mart, then we got chinese food. Laura (guess which one!) ate one of those really hot peppers that you are never supposed to eat that came with her food because I gave her a dollar. We taped it. More stuff happened but I don't want to type it all... ya know, cause its on tape too
Saturday - I got up at 6:30... I delivered heavy bags of mulch with my massive muscles all morning with my troop. At about 1, I left the mulch party and went home. I took a shower and cleand all the layers of disgusting dirt and mulch particles off of my bod. (Note that I said bod) I'd describe this more grapically, but its on tape. Just ask me for it some time. Just kidding. Then I went to Danielle's house, where we watched 101 Greatest Celebrity Slimdowns or something just about that awesome with a similar name. Bon Jovi! The show was funny, I just lost my attention span...
ok, got it back
caffeine! oops, shouldn't have had that so late... oh well
after the whatever I was talkign about last, danielle, her family, and I set out to go to the Capitals game at Verizon Center (same thing as the MCI center but they CHANGED THE NAME!) A bunch of the Westfields choir sang the Star Spangled Banner, it sounded really good. We watched the game, the Crapitals lost in some double overtime hockey craziness. (TO FLORIDA? they play hockey?) Crapitals, thats what Danielles dad was calling them the whole night, but he was still rooting for them. I guess everyone in the crowd had just accepted that their team sucked, but they were having fun anyways.
After that, I went back to Danielles house and immediately drove home to an amazing soundtrack which combined Aerosmith and Louis XIV. That was fun
I pulled into my driveway, got out of the car, and sat down in this very chair. Now I can be lazy till I pass out from tiredness.
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| Hello, how are all of you on this fine TOOOOsday night? I'm a dog. A big dog. Some might go so far as to say that I'm a "Big Dawg Woof Woof". But that has nothing to do with my story. So I shall begin
Solitaire. The newest chapter of my life. I hate to even call it that, but its always there, tempting me. It calls to me with, "BEAT YOUR BEST TIME JUSTIN!", from its position under the start menu. Whoever decided to move it from the old school position of > accessories > games to straight up > games is a genius, and will probably be seen as a solitaire diety until mans existance on this great green earth ends.
You know what makes me mad? People in this world that are TOO GOOD at solitaire. Not naming any names or anything, but the kind of people that can beat it in 60 seconds (cough...daniellewha?) make my every last game of solitaire seem so pointless. I might as well jump off a bridge. Oh wait, that doesn't make sense so I'll just go play more solitaire.
In other news, Justin is an eagle scout, woot woot, give it up, etc. I'm happy 'bout that, and oh yeah, you are all invited to my Court of Honor whenever that comes around.
I made Holden Caufield an ugly baseball today. I feel bad for the ball. It entered life as a nice, ordinary tennis ball, but I took its life away in such an inconsiderate way, by wrapping it in masking tape and drawing red baseball stripes on it. Then, I tried to write poems on it, with another sharpie, and the tape was all wrinkled, and well you can just imagine the mess.
Anyone know that old nintendo game "Skate or Die"? well I propose a new game, and I shall call it "Comment or Die". Can you guess how it works?
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| Anyone want to guess what today is?
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| "Update damn you!!!" -anonymous
OK, I'll bite.
Later that is, for now I must go...
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