lost wallet, last stitches, 2/3 lb of angus, wishfull thinking, crazy mini-golf, Bob Smith Auto on fire, suped LTD, crabs, and everybody thinks we're drunk.
yeah, that's right, all in one day. oh, and there's a bunch a girls i don't know sleeping in my house.
girls!
come on over to my house
ladies! ladies!"
-strongbad
alright, i've just gotten home from Nick's house. it's 1:17am. i walk in and the TV is blaring, and there's like 7 little girls i don't know asleep on my living room floor. actually, wait, i know her. and her. these are friends of my sister. i believe she had her birthday party with her friends tonight. her real birthday was in April. she's just been too busy to have a swimming/sleepover party since then. wow.
the monkey chased the weasel
the monkey thought it was all in fun
*** goes the weasel"
-british people
aaaaaaaaaanyway, so went to work at 9. like usual. it was pretty boring today, i only sold $1800 of merchandise today. not much interesting happened today. oh, but i found a sweet deal on an MTS (Mechanics Tools Set) 100 peice set. it was normally $100, but i got it on sale for $40. and i bought a bigger tool box. because heck, you can always use a bigger tool box. oh, so yesterday i lost my wallet. i don't realize it until i'm waaaaay the heck out at Nick's house and out of gas. we make it back to town, and Claire lets me borrow $5to get a little in the tank. she definitely wants it back. man...all ingrateful for giving her a ride. ah well. today i searched my car for it before work, at work, and on my lunch break. right before i go back to work and after my mom and i have searched the house and anywhere else it might be, i happen to notice a pen sticking out from under my seat. i hadn't noticed it before, so i looked under there....where i promise i had already looked three times. so anyway, the wallet is there. i'm relieved, and so are the five other people that i called and asked if i left it at their house.
i think that's greater than most things.
i had another check up on my wisdom teeth today. he took out the last stitch (which proved to be the most annoying thing about having out your wisdom teeth), and then he released me to eat whatever i want. so, of course, i go straight to Hardee's to get one of those ThickBurgers(TM) that i've been wanting for like three weeks now. oh man, those things are real great. mmmm...i got the 2/3 pound pattie. man, that thing is beefy. gotta love the Angus. on the way back to work, i stopped in at Talbot Lawn and Cycle (oh yeah, those of you that know Talbot Lawn and Cycle...isn't it real hard to believe they have a website?) anyway, i ended up talking to the one dude longer than i wanted to. he agrees with Jared and his dad that if i want to get into streetbikes, i should definitely try to jump into a 600 instead of a 500. i'm interested mostly in the Honda 600RR, which is real wicked awesome.
we (Jared and I) met Kaitlin, Lisa, and Sandy/Sandie/Sandee/Sandra at Big Mario's in Trappe. we played some sweet action minigolf because, of course, i mean: who would go all the way down to Trappe (i really mean: check out that pic of the post office on the homepage for Trappe, MD) for the batting cages or the pizza? not i, said the blind man. anyway, no stroke limit and 30 stroke penalty for a drop mixed with mine and Jared's propensity to attempt to drive the ball from the back 9 through the packing lot and onto route 50 (wow, he really did hit it last time we played), and you get a freakin crazy game. oh man oh man oh man. but not quite as good as ALL TERRAIN BOCCE, which, because of it's great majesty ("check out all his majesty"-strongbad), should always be named in bold and italicized letters.
i'm getting to that point where you're so tired you get hungry and it feels like your stomach is eating it's own lining away because you won't give it any food and then you just go get some food anyway even though you know your mom always told you not to eat after midnight because it would give you indigestion.
i was standing in the stock room of Sears trying to cram my Hardee's ThickBurger(TM) down my throat so i could get back to work (since i was already late) and kindly old Mrs. Vanetta walks in and says, "oh honey, go sit down while you eat or you'll get indigestion." i thought that was pretty good advice, so i did.
even though you never would have known, being as you are not here watching me type, i feel like informing everyone that in the middle of that last sentance i took a break to go microwave some General Tso's Chicken, the best darn thing on the face of the earth. and in the middle of THAT sentance i actually took another break because the microwave was beeping real loud and some of the girls sleeping in the living room woke up.
sort of. anyway, i had more crap to talk about, like::
-->Bob Smith Automotive (The GM Giant) being on fire, and having to detour through Easton while trying to lead Jared in the Firebird and Lisa, Kaitlin, and Sandy/Sandie/Sandee/Sandra in the Crystler convertible to Nick's house.
-->and also: racing a kid in what looked like a sooped-up LTD from 0-110mph, and of course, keeping him a car length behind at all times.
-->and also: eating crabs at Nick's house, Claire discovering the Vas Defrens in the crab--"it's so long!" *amazement* then Mrs. Kunkle couldn't stop laughing.
-->and also: taking over Nick's computer after everybody left, and chatting with people i don't know, changing the font size while Nick was typing......all of these things make people think Nick is drunk. i'm serious, five different people asked if he was, but he wasn't. i'm so much better than being drunk, aren't i?
i must sleep. gotta mow the yard before work, and then work all day, then go to Denton to Springfest to see Katy play bass for the first concert ever. ooh, and then i pack for school. i leave Saturday afternoon.
WAA.
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