A Party Of Polaroid Friends

So much to say so little a blog.

I want to start out by saying that my birthday wasn't exactly what I thought it would be. I had a totally kick ass day planned. I was going to go with a bunch of friends to go play some frisbee golf, but alas, I had to work. Now you think that I would be extremely pissed off by this and that I would have a terrible day. It was actually quite the opposite. I had a lot of fun at work, I don't think I've ever jacked around so much in my life, while still managing to get my job completely done. The other thing that mad it awesome was the fact that the cooks kept messing up all of their orders. It was either that or the fact that we were so busy that the cooks got backed up and would end up putting cold food in the window. Cold food + customer complaints = free food for me. This happened all day. All the employees also shared like 10 trays of burnt bacon. It was like heaven on Earth. I'll thank myself later when I need a triple bypass. I got done with work and I went straight home. I wanted to do stuff with the guys, but I had to go to my grandmas and eat some cake. It was a good time none the less. Between my mom and my grandma, I got a grinch load of clothes. It was ridiculous. This is a good thing thought, now I don't have to spend money on clothes for a while. I wanted to go and get my ear pierced for my birthday, I'm not exactly sure what I would look like though. I don't know if I would look somewhat cool(er) or if it just completely makes me look like a douche. My brother got his done after the fact that I said I wanted to have it done. He's such a panzy poser. I love the guy, he just takes all my ideas. Anyway, being the retard that he is, he takes the little ball out of his ear to replace it with a more colorful one. The beads he bought, however, are too big for the ring. Now it became my job to jam this ball back into his ear. This was a hard task to accomplish considering that my brother is the biggest wuss in the world. I got it done anyway. It was like performing a high risk operation, and I dominated all the risks. That was pretty much all that happened on my b-day.

Yesterday was just kind of like a giant continuation of my birthday. I guess Ryan and Ian were hunting me down on Sunday, but I was no where to be found. They bought me dollar store crap and put it in a beer box. Those guys are awesome. They got me some petrolium jelly, a can of Patterson homemade sausage gravy, an ashtray, an apple flavored cigar, and some premium lights. They also got me a book, "Quit Smoking For Dummies". I guess they figured that I can start smoking and then learn how to quit, that makes sense I guess. It was an awesome present anyway. I gave ChelC a ride home too, I drove to school so I figured why not. I miss taking people home, I don't have anybody to keep me company or listen to my god awful singing. Oh well. That was the only thing worth while talking about on Monday.

Seeing as we didn't do anything for my birthday, I am getting a caravan together to travel to a castle in Merriville...a White Castle. Its going to be awesome, none of this lame gas staion White Castle. No. We need to go to the real one. Its gonna make for a hell of a time, I can tell already. I'm lookin forward to it, I wonder who's all goin?

I want the week to go by faster, I want to hang out with Theresa but she is busy until Saturday. That sucks. Shes always so busy doing eveything under the sun. If shes not doing homework, shes babysitting her little siblings...I want to see them all, they sound awesome. Theres nothing I like more than a bunch of crazy little kids running around my feet and trying to cause chaos. I'm kidding. Her bros and siss arent that crazy. None the less, I love little kids and I want to meet them.

On a closing note, I ran after school today to go and pick up the new Ben Folds CD, Songs For Silverman. I have to say I've listened to it 3 times through now, and I do like it. I don't know if its the best album that he has released, but it is Ben Folds. I would recommend the album to anyone who is into that kind of music like myself. Now, I think I'll meander up to my room and call Theresa. I can listen to the album a couiple of more time tonight too. *SIDE NOTE* I ordered a hammock for my room a week and a half ago and I still haven't gotten it yet. What in the hell is that? I can say that I am getting very pissed off and I'm running out of patience *END SIDE NOTE* I am off. It does feel good knowing that now anytime I want, I can buy smokes, lotto tickets, and porn. Not that I would, I just can now. Not to mention the right to vote, now its my birth given right to vote in 2008 for a gambling cigarette addicted porn star. God bless America.