i now sit in my room getting drunk by my solo, waiting for big brother to come and we're going to the redsox yankee game today. i naturally wouldnt mind being a lil tipsy hence me putting up with this awful brew. there are several situations that i seem strangely apathetic toward. i have only a rough estimate of when dave, my bro, is getting here, and he has no way of getting in touch with me (i have no cell phone, and my room phone is broken). oh well, itll prolly work out. plus jacob the jew, and danny, friends from home, are coming up and i have an even worse approximation of when they are getting here and face the same dilemma of not being able to get in touch with them although it is intensified because neither of them have cell phones either. who knows.

ah yes, another post drunken eve entry. last night i drank with my good friends hamel, jeff allen, shawn reshaw waya, with guest (sober) appearances of reshma, and dan skellie. i think i made an ass of myself in front of Dom, Pete, and several other people whom i didnt really know. i finally got to meet the kid, previously only known as "There he is". i forgot his name though. there were some girls there too, maybe Lisa, Megan, and Jen. im not real sure. at any rate, due to some tomfoolery (spelling?), at the liquor store my id got taken and we had to settle for the champagne of beers. if you ever get the chance to drink miller high life: DO NOT TAKE IT. this is likely the worst beer i have tasted. yes that is right, that includes icehouse, natural ice, keystone, red dog, schaeffers, the beast (milwaukees best), not to mention my brothers first attempt at making beer. this beer is very not good and yet as i write this i have one in my hand in an attempt to get drunk before this afternoons ballgame. i realize that there may be a few questions as to how i got my id taken away, and yet still ended up with beer. i will try and answer some of those right now. a while back i felt quite cocky thinking i would never again get carded at "my" liquor store so i lent out my id to another kid, we'll call him josh, to share the wealth. apparently he and i both look enough like my brother that it actually worked. after a week or so, i was convinced that i needed it back. so i retrieved it from josh, and had it. last night me josh, and another kid, we'll call him rob, went to the liquor store. it seems that at josh's place 30 packs are cheaper than at mine, so we plannedto go there. unfortunately, i had to give the id to him since that is who they thought it was. at any rate, they took it away, and i had to go to my liquor store anyway, but they were all out of my now, favorite beer, busch light, and had to settle for the next cheapest, the aforementioned awful miller high life.

well, another night of awfulness for me. all my friends are going out and having fun, while i am here supposedly studying for my 8 oclock test and writing my paper for english. my calculus teacher calls the test a midterm which i dont think is justified seeing as its the second to last week of the quarter. whatever, that man sucks a fucking dick. i was thinking about the price is right, and that bastard bob barker. why is his microphone so small. what a big jerk.

i gotta stop all this physical activity. im in danger of getting in some kind of respectable shape.

we were gonna drink some beers tonight, and we even bought them, but i heard something about sand in the vaginas or something so we are consequently drinking. stevio wrote a few of my quotes of the night, check em out. if you dont know his screename it is mister stevio. he is sorta the man. haha.

doing a bunch of nothing lately. did a lil work, shit like that. i finally bought a damn stamp for my check to at&t. prolly wont send it out for quite some time. note to self, never cheat on steph niro.