He holds his tongue like he holds his liquor

Well weekends are a lot of fun.

Since I've already told the story a thousand times, and that would make for way too interesting of a blog anyway, I'll sum all up in singular words and fragments. Good friend visiting. No PBR. SPARKS. Condom costumes made out of garbage bags. Sexy Sarah Palin. Being too drunk for common sense. Running around Northgate Lakes. Rejoicing. Breaking down. Throwing keys. Blackout.

Wake up. Too much energy. Walk around neighborhood. Work. Out of work. Storytime! Drinking "Four". Wormwood oil. "Harry Dies" spoiler note. Sparks. The Gatherings. Holy Cow. Beer pong. Retards in game stop shirts. Whataburger. Everything in it's Right Place. Northgate? Blink/Blackout.

Drive to Turkey Lake. "Harry doesn't die but thanks for the note anyway ;)". Fin.

Yeah, so glad that you just caught up on my weekend. It was probably a lot more interesting than I will give it credit for in this blog, but it's one of those things that I will just end up appreciating writing about in here a lot more in 6 months or so. Anyway, I feel like this blog has kinda lost a lot of it's fun lightheartedness. So maybe I should bring that back a bit. This week has just been working to test my patience prior to the Fest. I mean, at this point, I'm not even too upset about anything that happens, merely because I know how excellent this weekend is going to be. Tomorrow, after Hot Dog Heaven, I'm picking up 4-12 packs of Pabst Blue Ribbon. This might spell my demise, but I'll be goddamned if I'm not completely prepared to have the best time of my life.

So I mean. I dunno. I've had a really interesting last two days. For one, last night I pretty much had to do 13 journals based on random lit readings that I had all but forgot about, so I went to Dunkin Donuts and got an extra large coffee or two and burned through the night getting that done. At one point, it was such blantant bullshit that I just called myself out mid paragraph. I was like "yo Cato, on the real, I'm pulling all of this out of my keeshka. Let's just quit pretending and let me finish this woefully insufficient entry on a slightly funny side". Speaking of though, I think I've picked up an addiction to coffee lately. Granted, I still need at least 10 creams and sugars to enjoy it at all, and I think I mostly enjoy the fact that I get wired like a crackhead and end up having even less tact than usual.

So I miss doing these retarded lists of stuff that I am enjoying. So, pretend coffee was number one on this, for the reasons listed above.

Getting Paid
This is a great feeling. I like having money. Now all you fuckers come into to Outback take away and order a bunch of food, so I can get more money

Homemade condom costumes
Yeah, pretty much the best college Halloween costume. Gets all the right attention, plus people know that you didn't show up to the party to find a snugglebuddy. Beliedat. Maybe I'll post a picture when it's not you know like 4:10 am.

Rice
I used to not like rice at all, but I'll be damned, I guess I have grown up. I mean, white rice is still wholly worthless, but flavored rice is probably my favorite starchy food. I really like broccoli and cheese flavored rice. Talk about delicious. Chicken fried rice with the little bits of scrambled eggs is also pretty great as well.

Sparks
Man, so I never really partied too much with sparks until recently. However, this weekend, my drunkeness was dominated by the abuse of alcoholic energy drinks. I do have to thank Sparks though, because even after drinking quite a bit on Friday night, I woke up on 5 hours of sleep on Saturday morning ready to take on the world. Also, I tried this stuff called Four the other day, which is essentially Sparks, but with 10 percent alcohol, and wormwood oil (the crazy shit that they make absinthe out of) in it. Talk about some crazy shit right there.

Sleep
This is what I need right now. No energy=peace out from Joe land.

-Joe