Friends, Stolen Cars, And Police

This was an interesting weekend. Friday I worked from 4 til around 8:30, waiting on old people and making somewhat decent money. Then me, Tom, and Matt went to Jen's 21st birthday party. It was quite a good time, and I'm really glad I went. It was fun, and nice to do something different than the usual bullshit we seem to always be stuck with choosing. You know the type. Me and Tom also had a deep discussion while driving around after we left, which was, as always, interesting and good. Much like a blowjob from a midget through a glory hole. Is glory hole one word or two? I'm not sure. Fuck it, this is a blog, not a textbook.

Saturday I woke up at around 11:30, and was immediately bombarded with great movies to watch. "The Harder They Fall", Humphrey Bogart's last movie ever, was on when I woke up, so I watched that with my dad. When that ended, I realized that both "Goodfellas" and "V For Vendetta", two of my favorites, were on concurrently, so I switched between them for awhile. When they were over, Braveheart started, and I ate an early dinner with my family before work. Then I worked from 4-10, bussing tables and dancing. Not like a stripper dancing, like I'm bored at work and Whitney Houston is on the radio dancing. Anyway, then Tom met me at my house and we went to Starbucks. Following our Starbucks trip (free chai, thanks Damon!), Me and Tom met up with Johnny and pretty much drove around the entire city of Parma for a few hours and talked a lot. It was cool, and I rarely get to see Johnny during the school year so that was a good thing. The best part of the evening was when I got pulled over for not having my lights on (having forgotten to turn them back on after parking in the Burger King parking lot so we could eat our drive-thru food at 2 in the morning), and a cop basically thought I was high and was going to have a drug dog inspect my car. However, before the inspection could occur, "someone stole a car or some shit" (Actual quote from the cop), and I was let free. It deprived me of the satisfaction of showing them I didn't have drugs in the car, but got the 3 of us a pretty good laugh. Needless to say, I dropped off all the smack back at Johnny's house right after.

Today I went to breakfast and had some delicious concoction called "The Feller" (I'm assuming it's named after Bob), worked from 11-7:30, met Tom and Theresa at the Fox and Hound to watch some of the superbowl, then picked my dad up from the Knights of Columbus hall so he could get me back here to school. Now I'm sitting in my room listening to Kenny Chesney and wishing I could fast forward through February to get to March 1st. I've never looked forward to anything more than I'm looking forward to a week in Florida with friends. Well, I'm going to get to bed, because I only got about 4.5 hours of sleep last night, and I have to be up around 9:15 tomorrow.

Don't worry, I'll write tomorrow night and I promise it will be more interesting than my weekend was.

Even if it's not, you better fucking read it anyway. I'm pouring time and effort into these entries, and all of you better appreciate it.

Til tomorrow