Current mood:	sick
Current music:	Pearl Jam - In My Tree

Days like frame by frame, where do they go?
11 days. 11 days til I'm home for the summer. Seems like this whole summer session thing started yesterday. Kind of surprising how quick these past 2 weeks have gone. I'm not complaining though. I've been pretty busy with...well, absolutely nothing, so I don't know how these past 2 weeks flew by. Whatever.

I'm sort of depressed right now. Why? Well because it's that time of year where the Stanley Cup Finals would be starting or already in progress. Now of course, we all know it would be my New Jersey Devils from the East beating some team from the West, it doesn't really matter who, on the way to their 4th Cup in 11 years. Dynasty. Hopefully the players and owners can stop being selfish assholes and can get this whole lockout thing straightened out soon so we can pick up where we left off, and so Marty can break every goaltending record ever known to man.

Last night was a drunken disaster. In a good way though, so I don't know why I even used the word disaster in the first place. Anyway, Beandog was up for the night with his buddy Brent. Good kid. After I got done being a redneck and watching the end of the NASCAR race at 11, we headed out to the Villa Nova. No, Brian Westbrook wasn't there. That's Villanova. So we were there, and it's always an entertaining time when they have karaoke. That place has a lot of old folk to begin with, but last night, they all decided they could sing. And some of these people definitely came out of the woodwork. Needless to say, it was quite the comical time.

Afterwards, we headed back towards the homefront and went to Jack's. Bad idea. I was already pretty tooted up because I was pounding beers since 9 (when Family Guy was supposed to come on, but the race kept that from happening), and we had a couple pitchers at the Nova. But no, that didn't stop me. Of course not. I decided I was going to push myself to the brink of death. So we hung out there for a while and drank a couple more pitchers. Then it got to 1:45 I guess, and we all decided to buy each other a round of shots. Another bad idea. So I did those 3 shots, and as Uncle KKKerrigan would say "Bye", with the little wave included. We headed out of there around 2:15, and as you all are probably wondering, yes my night ended exactly as you would suspect it did. I felt great. And today I feel spectacular.

Enough about me. Let's talk a little bit about you. No, let's not. I have a lot of homework to do today. What else is new. I'm gonna go shower off this hangover and hate my life for the next 12 hours or so. Don't you do the same.

Enjoy your Memorial day, and remember those who sacrificed their lives so you could booze and barbecue on the last Monday in May.

I had to say something about it.

I'll catch you all later.