Current mood:	good
Current music:	Thrice - In Your Hands

"You can't defend it.....it's predetermined."
I honestly didn't plan on writing in this thing ever again. That's why I took the link out of my profile for a while. This will probably be my last entry for a long time, if not forever. Who knows. However, I've learned in the past, as I'm sure all of you have at one time or another, to never say never. I just haven't had the motivation to write about my life anymore, let alone the time to do so...except for this weekend.

I got an unexpected 4-day weekend on Wednesday night, aka Thursday I was scheduled off, and Friday, Saturday, Sunday I was/am suspended from work. Why, you ask? Well, I got caught eating a nectarine in the cooler. Yeah, that's it. Everyone who I've told has said the same thing..."That's it?!?!" Yep. Technically, I should have been fired because it was considered 'stealing.' But you wouldn't believe the amount of shit we throw out every single day at that place. I hardly see anything wrong with what I did, especially because the fuckin thing had a brown spot on it. Nobody was going to buy it. So my egotistical, power-driven, douchefuck of a store manager decided he was gonna be hardcore about it. This guy's a flat-out fruitcake. He's got no life. He gets his kicks from doing things like this to people, when he knows the shit that I did goes on every single day, with every single person. Whatever. I have everyone at work's support apparently. My produce co-workers were supposedly going to wear black arm bands in my memory/support. And another one of my co-workers already posted on our Fantasy Football website, "FREE MALEN!!!!" I like to think of myself as a legend. Bottom line is, it's a fucking grocery store, and some people (the high-ranking officials of my store) need to just chill the fuck out about the whole thing. I ate a nectarine, get over it. Everyone's on my side, and I love it. I can't wait to graduate and get a real job.

There's a whole big story about what happened and how it all went down, but I didn't feel like typing it up. I'm sure most of you have heard it already, though. If not, you're missing out. It's absolutely ridiculous.

Now that we got that out of the way...

I'm still having a killer summer, still working out as much as I can, and at night doing the usual going out and getting shitfaced thing with my peoples. I feel no need to elaborate on any of that however, because it becomes quite redundant after a while. Just know that I am having an awesome summer, thank you. I hope you are as well.

Last night I went to Manny Brown's for happy hour with the Boog. Solid time. I ran into KKKerrigan on the way out, which was weird. He was supposed to be at the shore, but it turns out he didn't leave yet and had a couple hours to kill so he was going to have a few beers...typical KKKerrigan. So then the Boog and I went to Chickie's and Pete's with Sly to watch the Phils game and drink too much beer. Sly and I left after the game, but the Boog stayed and hung with some of her friends that she met up with there. She called me today to tell me how her night eventually got nuts. I'm glad to hear that, because she didn't even want to go to Chickie's in the first place. All in all, it was another one of those solid booze-filled nights. I love home.

Either Tuesday or Wednesday a few of us are heading down to AC to win some serious cash. I haven't been down there in a while, let alone played Blackjack in a while, and I miss it. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that I have so much confidence in going down there and winning money. I've been pretty lucky...or have I just been good? I really don't know. I do like to think of myself as a good Blackjack player, though. I figure i'll go down with like $250 and see how that works out for me. I'd like to at least double that. Anyone who has the day off or whatever and wants to come, let me know.

Cory Lidle lost last night. I don't want to talk about it. He's still the best pitcher in baseball. I also got a Todd Pratt poster out of the newspaper, and it's currently hanging on the wall in front of me. I love that scumbag. Sly and I were talking about it last night. The Phils should have Cory Pitch every day, Pratt catch every day, Bobby play the whole outfield every day, Chase play the infield, with Ryan Howard on 1st, because they have to have somebody to throw to. We'd put up at least an .850 winning percentage with that lineup.

Lastly, I've pretty much decided I'm moving to Phoenix sometime after I graduate. You've all heard me talk about it, but I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I've come to that decision. What's keeping me here? What's going to keep me here? Exactly...nothing. I'd love to move out there either in January after graduation or June when my lease is up, but I don't think I'll have the money, unless I win the lottery, fall into money somehow, or go to AC constantly and win a lot every time. So I think I'm going to have to wait a little while after I graduate til I have some money, then jump ship and head to the desert. I still have a lot of time to figure out how I'm going to do it, but I'm 98% sure it's what I want to do, and what I'm going to do. Who's coming with me? Fine, I don't need yall anyway.

We'll see if this is my last entry for a while, or forever, or whatever...I'm not sure. It all depends on my level of motivation and amount of time I have to write about my life. I guess just keep checkin in if you're that interested. It's now time for some 'liftage, runnage...studage.'

Later on, faithful Magician followers.