Now, this time I'm sitting here watching all the Robot Chicken I just obtained while at work ...
This weekend was once again full of fun and has left me cursing myself on the Monday ... the driving range was fun and fulfilling ... just leaving me bloody sore afterwards. But, that's not what my rant will be about today ...
Matt has finally won the battle ... The long battle of correcting my bad behavior ... of being too freaking nice.
I've even gotten myself a teacher ... she was quite excited to do this ... think she's been waiting a long time to do this ... ha ha ha.
Anyways, what has brought about this recent change of heart? Other then many, many, years of being too nice and having things go horribly wrong for me?
Ha ha ha ... people seem to think when I ask a girl to come out for a night of drinks and entertainment ... I'm apparently trying to get myself into a relationship. Which is quite funny ... why?
I live in my parents basement for no rent ... and make $60,000 a year ... I have money coming out of the wazoo and I'm really just looking to have a wickedly good ol' time. Why would I want a relationship right now when I can finally enjoy being single and having a good time with people.
Told you I would write a blog about it just because I was bored! You know who you are.
Anyways, this should be an interesting new chapter ... see how long I can last eh?
Welcome to my new Experiment ... can I become less nice?
Party on.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
In retrospect ...
So ... as I sit at my home desk eating a few slices of delicious, nutritious, delicio pizza ... I'm brought back to thinking about how my May long weekend unfolded.
Sure, I made a few bad choices ... okay ... I made more then just a few ....
Atleast I didn't shoot the roman candle at myself! Loken is expendable ... such is the way in my mob. I'm the Don for a reason, just remember that ...
Nothing like shooting off a few fireworks in the middle of a fire ban ... imagine the usual group drunk, or drinking, in the backyard of someone's place.
I'm the one holding the Roman Candle wick side towards me ... Chris lights the candle and I continue to hold it as such. Chris asks the life saving question, "Hey ... which way do these things shoot out of?"
Now, me being just completely awesome ... decided that it would be beneath me to actually look at the product label and assume that manufacturers would just make the candles in a fashion that I would shoot them in.
Obviously, that is not the case. So I've added firework shops to my list of buildings that will be targetted ... with what? Well, I'm not about to give you any ideas ... But, I digress ...
So, upon those words from the flunkie, I decide to turn the roman candle where neither end is pointed towards me. Just after doing so, the roman candle starts shooting its little lights of fire out of the end that was pointed towards me. The first ball shoots downwards towards Loken's foot, bouncing off of the back of the house and shooting over my shoulder before I managed to correct it.
Now, ofcourse Loken bitched at this ... he has yet to realize ... it's considered an honor to take a bullet for your leader. Atleast I wouldn't laugh at his agony ... well, not much ... okay, that's just a complete lie ... I would laugh.
So, 4 hours and many fireworks later ... we have expended the entire load of fireworks ... good thing the real whiney neighbours were gone for the weekend. The others didn't care, most of them came out to watch. No fire marshall ... so no one tattled.
So, lets fastforward to the next day ... The Pawn Shop ... for SONiC's anti-saturday or something like that ... It was a good time, a classy joint for the rag-tag misfits that decided to accompany me to Whyte Ave. Ofcourse, I let Loken win at Mario Kart ... had to atleast show appreciation for his near comedy-inducing incident that might've lead to his shirt being caught on fire.
I even made a rare apprearance on the dancefloor ... showing off my well-hidden moves to the rest of the world. No, I wasn't drunk ... that's probably the most surprising fact. Guess who I was dancing with must've been something ... or maybe it was just because I couldn't stand the sight of Mark anymore and had to find a reason to get away ... (really, it was Loken I had to get away from ... until he video taped the whole me dancing thing ...)
So, it was an interesting weekend ... I'm sure there will be something equally amusing occuring this weekend ... never know when I decide to leave the safety of my parents basement and show myself in a public setting that isn't work. Atleast the police aren't following me anymore ...
Peace.
Sure, I made a few bad choices ... okay ... I made more then just a few ....
Atleast I didn't shoot the roman candle at myself! Loken is expendable ... such is the way in my mob. I'm the Don for a reason, just remember that ...
Nothing like shooting off a few fireworks in the middle of a fire ban ... imagine the usual group drunk, or drinking, in the backyard of someone's place.
I'm the one holding the Roman Candle wick side towards me ... Chris lights the candle and I continue to hold it as such. Chris asks the life saving question, "Hey ... which way do these things shoot out of?"
Now, me being just completely awesome ... decided that it would be beneath me to actually look at the product label and assume that manufacturers would just make the candles in a fashion that I would shoot them in.
Obviously, that is not the case. So I've added firework shops to my list of buildings that will be targetted ... with what? Well, I'm not about to give you any ideas ... But, I digress ...
So, upon those words from the flunkie, I decide to turn the roman candle where neither end is pointed towards me. Just after doing so, the roman candle starts shooting its little lights of fire out of the end that was pointed towards me. The first ball shoots downwards towards Loken's foot, bouncing off of the back of the house and shooting over my shoulder before I managed to correct it.
Now, ofcourse Loken bitched at this ... he has yet to realize ... it's considered an honor to take a bullet for your leader. Atleast I wouldn't laugh at his agony ... well, not much ... okay, that's just a complete lie ... I would laugh.
So, 4 hours and many fireworks later ... we have expended the entire load of fireworks ... good thing the real whiney neighbours were gone for the weekend. The others didn't care, most of them came out to watch. No fire marshall ... so no one tattled.
So, lets fastforward to the next day ... The Pawn Shop ... for SONiC's anti-saturday or something like that ... It was a good time, a classy joint for the rag-tag misfits that decided to accompany me to Whyte Ave. Ofcourse, I let Loken win at Mario Kart ... had to atleast show appreciation for his near comedy-inducing incident that might've lead to his shirt being caught on fire.
I even made a rare apprearance on the dancefloor ... showing off my well-hidden moves to the rest of the world. No, I wasn't drunk ... that's probably the most surprising fact. Guess who I was dancing with must've been something ... or maybe it was just because I couldn't stand the sight of Mark anymore and had to find a reason to get away ... (really, it was Loken I had to get away from ... until he video taped the whole me dancing thing ...)
So, it was an interesting weekend ... I'm sure there will be something equally amusing occuring this weekend ... never know when I decide to leave the safety of my parents basement and show myself in a public setting that isn't work. Atleast the police aren't following me anymore ...
Peace.
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