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Monday, June 20th, 2005
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4:24p - "This is not for you..."
It feels like forever since I wrote something in this thing. It was just Friday though. Weird. Much has happened in my life since then. First off, I checked the grades for my summer classes today. Now, I could lie about my grades and say I got A's in both classes when I really got like a C+ and a C, or even lower. I know some people do that. But I really did get A's in both. I'm pretty proud of myself, so I must use some of this journal space to brag a little. Anything to jack that overall GPA up. Every bit helps after that .55 semester GPA I pulled off in Spring of '03 killed it. Yeah...you all remember that one.
Friday night was the Tom Petty/Black Crowes concert. It was awesome. He didn't play as long as we expected him to, but he didn't disappoint at all. The only thing that we were a little upset with was the fact that he played a few new songs, songs that are going to be on a new album coming out soon. Come on, Tom. Nobody knows those. Play shit we know, man. Bottom line is, the guy's a stud, no doubt. We ended up missing the Black Crowes because we were waiting in the parking lot for Sly's life partner and her friend to show up. Oh well. At least we didn't miss Tom. We did meet up with Allison, and Becky's older sister though, thanks to a phone call to Wilmo. I love Wilmo. That was pretty cool, hangin out with those 2 before the show. Took them forever to find us, but we had a good time once they found us.
"...Yeah, you..."
Saturday night was Petey's graduation party. That night didn't turn out as expected at all. Right after I got there, Diddy calls me..."Yo Mal, you wanna go out tonight? Jon's home for the night." Jon is Eyeball, Eyeball is Jon. Turns out he was home for the night cause he was in New York for a couple days with his cousin or some shit. Unfortunately I had to leave Petey's party to meet up with a brother who I haven't seen since spring break in Pa-ho-nix. So me, Diddy, Ball, and My Steven went to the Hulmeville. Fuckin awesome time. We haven't all hung out together in a long time. We laughed our asses off catchin up and shit as we went through pitcher after pitcher after pitcher after pitcher after pitcher after...you get the idea. It was a long night, but fun as hell. So at about 2:30 we bailed outta there and I went back to Petey's because a few of them were still up boozin. I was beyond loaded and had the munchies real bad, so I hung out there and shot the shit as I filled up on the leftover food before I came home to crash. I feel bad I had to leave Petey's and come back, but these were extreme circumstances. He was pretty shitfaced anyway, so maybe he forgets.
I've gotten a lot accomplished today. I worked 630-3, then I came right home and ran 2 miles before I could sit down and let the laziness set in. It felt good. I then proceeded to do my daily set of 100 crunches. Soon enough the beast of a gut I have will be gone. I've already lost 5 pounds since I've been home. It doesn't make much sense though, because I've been boozin a lot more than I did at school. Must be the runnin and crunches...awesome. So it's a little after 4 now, and I still have the whole day ahead of me. I got everything done that I wanted to do today. I'm beat though, so a nap might be in order. Yeah, definitely. Gotta rest up for wing night at the Hume w/ Petey and the usual squad.
"...Never was for you..."
Wednesday night, Diddy and My Steven and I are heading down to Diddy's place in Seaside Heights for the night and Thursday. His house is open this week, so we're taking advantage. And apparentely some chicks Diddy knows from Pitt are gonna be down there, so we'll have some hole to hang out with. Regardless, we'll have a great time.
The Phils just got back from a road trip in which they struggled to score runs. I'm not too worried, though. It's always tough to play on the road, especially after a hot streak like they were on, and especially on the west coast. Don't worry, I haven't lost faith yet. They'll be fine. We just have to find a way to overcome the Wolfy injury. Please Eddie Wade, don't do anything stupid.
"...Fuck you..."
Work has been going alright I guess. It's work. It's more work now than it ever has been before. It's still fun sometimes, but not the same as it used to be, because many of my partners in crime don't work there anymore, such as B-Dawg, Zac Diesel, and Gerome. We used to have some serious fun, but now there's a lot of new dudes, and they're younger and scared to have fun. Work for me has always been fun. Well, I've always made it fun. I have to have fun, I have to joke around, I have to laugh, I have to be a sarcastic obnoxious asshole. Any of you who know me already know this. It's what makes me get up every day. My antics are not as appreciated as they once were by my supporting cast. There's nobody to feed off of, except for Phil, but we don't get to work together much. B-Dawg and I used to feed off each other all day and have a great time. Made the time fly by, made work more fun than it should have been. And to top it off, me and the Jolly Green Giant, my manager, are in a little disagreement right now about scheduling. Long story short...I requested off, he didn't give me off, I called out, he's mad. I told him I couldn't be there, well in advance. I told him to not schedule me that day. He said OK. He must've forgotten and scheduled me. I tried to switch, nobody could, and in turn was forced to call out. So, there's a mini battle between us right now, even though I've been reliable for him the past 3 years, and even though everyone else he has right now has called out 500 times more than I ever have, which is like 3. Whatever. I'm over it. He will be too.
Wow. I've written way too much, about way too much. I'm gonna go take a nap. This entry should keep yall occupied for a few days. Bottom line is, my summer's been awesome so far. I see no reason why it won't stay that way or even get better. I hope all of yours is going just as well. The 4th of July extravaganza at Petey's is coming up in 13 days. It's gonna be sick. Sick, I say...sick.
"...This is not for you."
I'm outta here. Take it easy, everyone. Don't booze and cruise.
P.S.- Link, I miss you...Dannyboy, I don't miss you...well, just not as much. K Bye.
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