Hey solar cells,
As I feared, the summer lull of blog entries is in full swing. A combination of laziness, heat-induced comas, and lack of shit to talk about always tends to bring on this hiatus. So, for that, I apologize.
However, this past weekend's activities gave me several things to talk/gripe about.
- The Heat: You know it's going to be a bad day when you walk outside and your nutsack suddenly starts sweating.
If you live in Indiana and you are human, you must have noticed how rediculously hot it got over the weekend. If I wanted to sweat my ass off, I'd live in Cambodia. I'd also live there if I wanted malaria and a diet rich in fish and rice.
Of course, I wouldn't be griping unless the heat directly affected me in some way. And let me tell you something... IT DID.
For some reason, my Dad gets the bright idea to do a weeks worth of wood chopping and other yard work in the span of a three-day weekend. This weekend, of course, being the hottest weekend of the year so far. Needless to say, as of today, I'm not in a very hospitable mood. The sheer mention of going outside for more than ten minutes has met with my patented "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE," look. (If you haven't seen this face on me, consider yourself lucky.)
- Molly's 21st Birthday: This was one of the few good things that happened this weekend. Ryne, Martha, Jake, and myself treated Mollison to a bitchin' good time out on the town.
I'm pretty sure we got Jake more trashed than he's ever been. I'm actually gonna say the same thing for Molly. Those two were trashed. (Excuse me if I use this term loosely for those guys. They are slightly lightweight-ish.)
It was also one of very few times where I had to be D.D. and got to see everyone else more drunk than myself. A feat that, while could perhaps be duplicated in the future, doesn't seem likely to happen again.
All in all, a fun time. Makes me even happier that Muncie is only two months away!
- Memorial Day: The day started of shitty, got a little better, became WAY shittier, then got a little less shitty.
Once again, I did yard work. BOO! Then, my Dad and I went to my Aunt's house and had some fun playing poker. Of course, as soon as I started winning, we had to leave for our next debacle.
I had to work Bingo again. If you recall my entry way back, you know how much I dispise Bingo. After the first 15 minutes, I almost thought I was going to kill 12 old ladies for yelling at me. Once again, a word of warning to all old ladies: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
Eventually, shit died down and I was able to calm down. Plus the fact that I had three Coronas definitely helped.
-Indianapolis 500: Long story short; I didn't go to the race, I'm glad I didn't go to the race 'cause it was hot as balls, Sam Hornish Jr. won, and Danika Patrick is hot.
Ok, that's all I got. Mostly complaints, but at least nobody got hurt.
~Nate-O
PS: Does anyone else think Kelly Clarkson needs to be shot in the ovaries? (Ok, that was mean. But the truth can be painful sometimes.)
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