Excitement, Embarrassment, and Friendship

Im still recovering from the longest weekend ever.

THURSDAY

It all started when I got ungrounded from all my stuff. The penalty was I had to take my gauges out, which are basically closed up. Kinda sucks, but my car and phone are much more important.

At the end of the day, Mack picked me up and we (Mack, Jorden, Matt and I) drove around causing mischief and mayhem. We were bored, and decided it would be funny to fuck around with Tim as usual. We really couldnt decide what to actually do though.

Then it hit us. Put a shopping cart on his front lawn.

We drove to the Walgreens close to my house and stole one, then put it in his front lawn.
It was the funniest fucking thing ever to us at the time.
We dropped Jorden off, and found another cart along with four traffic cones to put on his lawn.

We decided to do this another night and I had Mack and Matt drop me off at home. I still heard them outside and I looked to discover that they had set the cart and traffic cones up on my lawn.

FUCK NO.

I drove to Macks, and set everything up on his and waited for him to arrive home. I laughed hard to myself as he pulled into his driveway.

I drove past shouting insults as I drove away, very pleased with myself.

FRIDAY

I wake up to find 12 traffic cones and a shopping cart on my front lawn, along with a text message from Mack reading "PWN3D".

This is a fucking war.

Mack was on summer vacation now so he was able to get me back. I skipped school and called Jorden who was also home for the day and told him what happened. We quickly formulated the plan that we would collect more things for Mack's lawn and drop them off for the ultimate ownage.

We drove around for about an hour, ending up with a total of 30 traffic cones, a yard sale sign, a shopping cart, and a flag from a golf course.

Jorden then called Mack, asking for a ride to the bank. Mack informed him that he was just getting ready in the bathroom. We sped there and quickly unloaded the great haul and set it up. Right when we were finished, Mack sees us in the window and is infuriated with what we have done. He walks out, impressed with the job.

Now what do we do with all of this stuff?
TIMS HOUSE.

We drive there and set it up, incredibly happy with what we have just done.

As we are driving to Jorden's house so we can get his checks, we run out of gas.
FUCKKKK. We walk to the gas station ten blocks away and buy a gas tank, then proceed to walk back.

After cashing the checks, filling up my tank and buying subway, we all split ways.

To keep it quick and simple, after this I went to the Greendale prom with my friend Lisa and was put until 3:30.

SATURDAY

The SBS show was good, but Snapdragon Records fucking sucks the way they set things up.
The show was fun though, getting to see a lot of people and playing 500 with a couple of the people from another band was great. We got some money to buy "juice" for a "get together" Steve was having at his house later on.

It was fun, and I got to know Tom (SBS' band manager) a lot better, super cool guy.
Sammy was hilarious. And incident with a girl happened with Tim and Jorden which I will not repeat, unless asked about privately (Although if you are friends with my friends yoyu already know)

No sleep at all.

SUNDAY

I spent the day doiong yard work (Cutting down a fucking bush and digging the root out).
My dad let me go out that night where I slept at Steve's once again for another "get together" with all the rest of the "juice".

There was a whole different crowd that night, and a girl from Steve's work along with her friend who was attractive. Being under a "sugar rush" along with everyone else, I got a little close with her. A very gross thing happened to her, which I again wont say because it is a bit private but you probably already know.

I went to Denny's with Mack and Tom, then returned to Steve's for no sleep.

MONDAY

STAYED HOME, DIDNT DO SHIT.

I cant decide how to say how I felt about this weekend. It was amazing, yet horrible at the same time.

I guess it all depends on your view on life and who's shoes you were in at the time.