Oh man, my hip hurts.

What the hell did I do this past weekend? I'm not dead so it couldn't've been that bad.

Double contractions, that's style.

It came and went.

3 day weekends, gotta love 'em. Spending alot of time in the pool with a cooler full of beer and a room full of other things was a wonderful time. What happened after returning was also great.

Except for the drive home and the impending return to work.

Rockstar Weekend Episode III

It's coming.

And I can't wait.

On the road.

Finally, the Angels are on the road. That means I get to watch the whole game instead of watching the first 5-6 innings and then trying to find out who won by listening to crappy sports radio at lunch.

Win.

Scratches.

Swimming is fun, too.

Carrots.

Boss says we can leave early last night. Work's done by 3am. Bastard walks around and finds the tiniest things wrong. Don't get out 'til 5am. Bullshit.

Talked with a coworker for a bit after work. Figured out that crazy broads are by far the best in bed. Totally obvious.

I swear.

They can fucking smell it on you.

I must reiterate.

Unexpected days off kick a whole lot of ass.

Unexpected days off.

So kick ass.

Rockstar weekend continued.

This was weekend number two in what looks like an ongoing series. I know for sure that there will at least be a third. I'm signed for a trilogy. Maybe someday I'll do the prequels, who knows?

Playing in the sand.

Last night/this morning was a surprise. I had gotten off of work early. 2am, actually. Ended up in Long Beach for some drinking. Had my friend, Emily, with me. Met up with Morgan. Drank quite a few beers. Walked to the beach around 7:30am. Sucks that it was gloomy and overcast. But it was still the beach, and only a walk away.

Hole Mole is the best hangover food ever.

Back to school.

I've been thinking about it for years. Finally going for it. I get to select classes on Monday. Oh what fun.

At least I'm required to take things like Music Appreciation and History of Rock and Jazz.

And the lights went out.

Yesterday, just after I woke up, the power went out. You really do forget how much we rely on electricity these days. It was kind of nice not to have it, though. I went outside. talked to my parents, smoked alot of cigarettes, entertained myself with only my thoughts, and just wished I didn't have to go to work. Even people around the neighborhood were out walking around and interacting. It seemed like a town out of the old West.

And before you knew it, 4 hours without power, it was over.

The bird.

Turns out the old men flaked. So my weekend of titties and football turned into a weekend of booze and drugs. I think it was a nice upgrade.

What am I thinking?

I'm going to a titty bar with co-workers. I haven't gone to one of these things since I was, like, 18. That was was with friends. Now I'm going with a bunch of 30 and 40 year old guys from work. I hope they don't get me into trouble.

She's dusty.

I need to take better care of her.
I also need a new amp. Donations are welcome.

Payday.

I love paydays. They let me think that I have money.

Sadly disappointed.

So...
Last night had a weird dream about people from high school.
This morning got one of those dumb emails from Classmates.com.
I decide to take a look around at some old acquaintances.
Most are married with kids. Yes, multiple children.
I couldn't even imagine that.
If I cared, the title might mean something.

Weekends, I wish they were everyday.

Now I have to wait another week before I can get to the end.

Bullshit.