today was fucking horrible

me and joe were talking on the train on the way home and discussion breached the subject of postage. with stamp and postage prices soaring who wants to deal with the inefficiency and slowness of real mail when email is so quick and easy. who actually sends mail? ill tell you who. soldiers who are at war, people in jail, and little kids at summer camp.

well, today i woke up at 615 and went to work in vermont. me and joe worked for his dad doing really easy work in good ol' rutland. here is a nice quote from joseph in rural vermont. i say rural vermont as though you might confuse it with innercity urban vermont. in the future, vermont, means rural vermont which anyone who has ever been to the state will tell you. at any rate here is what he said: "gimme 2 lanes and im gonna pass all these mothafuckas. im sick of this shit." it was quite funny at the time as we cruised at a comfortable 25-30 mph.

ummm, here is the timeline of events from the day that has just expired.

11:32 am : woke up and sat on the couch to watch sportscenter
11:35 am : fell asleep on the couch while watching sportscenter
11:45 am : woke up on the couch and crawled back to my bed to sleep more
2:06 pm : woke up and decided that i had slept enough to stay awake
2:08 pm : played a game of allstar baseball 2003 which i promptly lost to the marlins 3-2
3:15 pm : traded the pitcher responsible for the lose immediately following the game
3:20 pm : flipped through each and every channel finding nothing acceptable to watch
3:40 pm : made myself something to eat and started watching The Negotiator
5:15 pm : signed up for an ebay account and bidded on a bunch of stuff i didnt need
5:15 pm : was outbid immediately after placing every single bid
5:16 pm : lost interest in ebay
5:17 pm : found something crappy to watch on tv and ate some cake
7:00 pm : watched seinfeld
7:30 pm : watched the simpsons
8:00 pm : played allstar baseball 2003 and spanked the braves 9-1
9:03 pm : bid on some more stuff on ebay
9:03 pm : was again outbid immediately after bidding
9:04 pm : looked for new movies on the hub to download
9:07 pm : downloaded several new films
9:19 pm : began watching slackers
11:07 pm : finished slackers
11:08 pm : began checking everyones away messages
11:31 pm : realized i was missing more simpsons and went to watch it
12:00 am : watched king of the hill
12:17 am : decided i didnt want to watch the rest of that show cause i hate it
12:18 am : checked everyones away messages again and finding no change began to complain to friends still online
12:22 am : a girl that i HATE and havent talked to since more than a year ago imed me by mistake
12:24 am : i warned the shit out of her
12:26 am : i downloaded every single guster song on the hub after deciding they were my new favorite band
12:28 am : began listening to all of the songs
12:48 am : have yet to find a song that i do not love
12:49 am : started writing this to give me something to do

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as i sit here at my computer memories of a fantastic weekend fill my head. i will now try and give a rundown of the highlights for those who for whatever reason were not present. on the 10th we had a whole bunch of people in our room for an amazing good time. joe was a excellent dj, but he and i failed as a beirut team. if i remember correctly we lost in our only 2 appearances, one of which was in progress when the clock turned 12. there was a more than momentary pause as much shouting occured. i pounded a beer, everyone drank, and kinlin and hamel (our opponents at the time) drank a cup each from their side. even with this help a loss was inevitable. happily i achieved my goal of puking. kinlin was also a victim of this same fate. the following morning mike showed up to demonstrate the excellence of his pellet guns. i was immediately impressed and had purchased 3 of my own within 10 minutes. an event worth mentioning was that kinlin reshma elise and hamel bought me a birthday dinner of dominos pizza though i forget on which day it actually occurred. at any rate, on the 11th we began to get worried when we realized that all of our alcohol buyers had gone home or wouldnt buy for us. then it was determined that hamels brother was having a party so we decided we would go there and drink keg beer. while getting ready to go i took a shot of bacardi then was the recipient of more niceness. i was given TWO cakes. much props go out to my little girl steph niro for her delicious cake and an equal amount of props to elise and reshma for their birthday cake which i am eating even as i write this. a smile creeps across my face when i think of the happy birthday song that was sung by my roomates, steph, reshma, elise, jeff allen, hamels brother eric, and tim. what it lacked in musical melody it was more than compensated for by all of the faces smiling back at me. as i continue in my mooshy sentimental style i must note that steph also bought me a card and a lolipop. she denied me permission to read it (the card) in her presence but i read it later that night and it must be said that ive never had anyone say so many sweet or, for lack of a non-crappy vocabulary, nice things. i was absolutely stunned and amazed at how good it made me feel. so thank you so much, steph you are incredible. ok, so back to the drinking a bunch of beer part, we piled into erics car and we were off. it was a cozy fit with 3 in the front and 4 in the back. a big fuck you to kinlin for his fart which he delivered on command. absolutely awful. we stopped at gainsborough st. for the hamel boys to see some girl and for the majority of the rest of us to go to the atm. as expected there were crazy homeless people hanging out around there. those guys ceaselessly come up with more bad ways of begging for money. this particular guy patted me on the back and told me i was the man. thanks pal. while waiting for the hamels, joe decided to park the car as we were double parked and he hit a subaru. minimal to no damage was done so we continued on as planned. joe rode with a friend colleen so the ride was more enjoyable. little did we know what was in store for us at erics place. let me try and recreate the situation for you. the keg was coors light which as many know is my arch enemy. the keg guys also dropped the keg providing an extra foamy start. next to the keg was a rabbit cage with, you guessed it, a rabbit in it. how you could think nothing would happen to a rabbit at a party sitting right next to the keg is beyond me, but i will get to that later. the beirut situation was stupidly bad. set aside the fact that i fucking lost again and listen to this. the rules were foolishly different from ones we were accustomed to and there was only one ball. the room was a pit; broken glass on the floor and shaving cream on the table. the music was at first nonexistent until we tried the bad radio for awhile then finally got the tv music channels. i dont know how well a picture i have painted for you but add to it 4 or 5 of the most annoying ugly girls you can. so beirut failed miserably and we switched to flip cup which was, in contrast, a good time. the next portion of the evening i spent playing kings upstairs with the aforementioned annoying girls. after much screaming and horribleness and a little drinking i left and took refuge outside, where i found almost all of the people that i came with were already hiding. while listening to the awful screaming coming from inside we had a great time and i cant remember the last time i laughed more than that. the quote of the night was from joe dooling: "will the rabbit bite my nibbler?" kinlin and hamel decided that the rabbit wanted to have beer poured on it so they did just that. silly rabbit. eventually we took a nice drunk ride home and found kayla, farah and marrissa on our floor so we hung out with them for awhile and then it was bedtime. hamel predictably went down to reshmas room and all was normal. i only mention hamel because ... in the middle of the night i woke up. but something was wrong. i was NOT in my bed. as a matter of fact i was in hamels bed. very confused i got up and walked into my room and passed out in my bed. i still have no idea what the hell happened and why i would get up and go in the chris' room to sleep. madness. the hangover i received from that night was unsurpassed. amazingly awful. anyway, sunday was brenden laprells birthday so more drinking was to take place. that day itself was pretty uneventful but the evening provided more memories. the theme for the night was classy beirut so shirts and ties were necessary. we were late and forced to run in order to catch the T which sadly kicked up mud on all of our pants. a bad start. at north station it was immediately obvious that some event had just gotten out at the fleet center. very quickly we realized that it was the damn circus cause there were little kids everywhere with all kinds of horrible toys that lit up and made loud noises. much to my and joe's dismay the train was packed with hundreds of those little screaming kids. our hangovers were still raging and not being helped. we arrived in lowell ontime but had to wait for grange to get there before we could go. another bad sign. next we went to umass lowell to pick up evan. with another car added to the caravan we were off. within a mile of getting in new hampshire we flew by 2 state troopers who promptly pulled evan over. a pipe was found and both he and kinlin had to be searched by the police. we finally rolled into st. anselms and one final bad omen stared us in the face. one of laprells roomates had dropped a 12 pack of sam adams down the stairs so it lay smashed at the bottom in a soggy sad pile. despite all of the discouraging events of the day the night would prove historic. back to beirut rules that werent stupid me and joe had ourselves a night at the table. when all was said and done we controlled the table for something like 3 hours winning 11 games in a row finally losing to our suitemates. well done fellas. then things took a turn for the worse for the birthday boy. laprell was involved in a sad/angry love triangle. both had shown up that night and the only one i saw was in hysterics screaming and crying and is quoted as saying "you little dicked flaming faggot", at laprell. happy birthday buddy. i also puked that night and when i came out of the bathroom i found that everyone i knew was either involved in the drama of the crying girl or gone. they came back eventually and we drove to hamels house. stanichuck puked all over the inside of granges car which sucks for him. then sunday morning hamel dropped me back off in boston and here i am. i didnt do shit all day long and ive spent an hour and a half writing this entry. lemme know if ive omitted any major events. if you read this far im very impressed.

that entry was humongous, i recommend reading it in 2 sessions