drank a bunch of beer last night, and made a fool of myself in front of a bunch of girls. i apparently blacked out because stevio told me of some more ridiculousnesses that i did. i dont remember how i got into my building last night. i apparently woke up in the night and tried to piss into the fridge. haha, beer is awesome.

today i saw the lovely kaitlin in a lovely bikini. i was in heaven. i also saw the lovely amy, in wollastons, though i didnt talk to her.

watched the ball games last night with jay. we polished off a 30 rack and a 40 which was pretty drunken for all of us. the games didnt really go as well as i had hoped. the celtics lost, and the redsox won though it was rained out for awhile so i couldnt watch it. the lakers won, and so did the redwings. i guess im only angry about the celtics. all the other ones went well.

despite the fact that i have played fly the copter about 600,000 times my high score still isnt over 1600. what the hell. i skipped my final two classes of freshman year today. oops.

today is the second day in a row that i have worn boxers. i think i will go back to none for tomorrow though. we are taking all of the stuff off of our walls and the room looks really empty and stupid. i just watched ace ventura and i have decided that i love that movie. i just realized the other day that i dont know how i am getting home after school is over. my father, who normally takes care of transporting me, will be in New York for 2 weeks starting tomorrow so he will be unable to do it, and my mother refuses to drive in boston. she took me here at the beginning of the year and nearly started crying cause she couldnt deal with driving in the city. so, if anyone is driving to northern new hampshire next friday lemme know. haha, my current plan is to rent a U-Haul and drive my own sorry ass back home. stupid parents.

i havent worn boxers for the last 3 or 4 days. its just been me and my mesh shorts. so if you have seen me since late friday night, there has been only a thin layer of fabric between you and my penis. i laugh at all of you and your stupid undergarments.

this weekend was, ummm, interesting. ill avoid the 2 issues that cause anger and hatred and keep my entries as light and happy as possible. i didnt drink as much as i had wanted to this weekend. at one point i had 6 different kinds of beer in my fridge. i think im down to 3 or so now. at the baseball game on saturday, i was pretty tipsy when my brother showed up. we drank some more beer before heading out. he brought me up a 6 pack of his beer (he brews it in his apartment). it is quite good. the ball game was great. i got to shout from the bleachers like a drunken moron. here are some of the things that i caught coming out of my mouth:
David Wells is Fat!
David Wells has low moral standards!
Gerald Williams sleeps with hookers!
Derek Jeter likes little boys!
David Wells rapes farm animals!
Giambi takes it in the tailpipe!
Hey asshole in rightfield, I bet you wish you didnt suck!
Bernie Williams touches 8 year olds!
I HATE ALL OF YOU ASSHOLES!
it was a good game. the evil sun scorched me however, and i paid the price for wearing no shirt. that big bastard ball of fire will pay some day. you all will see.

Joe: dont you hate it when you check to many profiles and it wont let you check anymore.

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.

there, that is a bunch of the stuff that has happened this weekend. tonight i think i am doing a whole bunch of nothing. i hung out with tara, steph and joe, while we made the 5 north dance club. we also invented a nice game with joe's ball. when thinking of what to call it i thought of "hall ball" but that name is probably already claimed so maybe modified volleyball will do. not very catchy i konw. lemme know if you have any suggestions. at this point id like to give a shout out to kathy dooling for buying us a water filter so we dont have to drink from the trough. thanks kathy