Saturday, March 29, 2003

A Great Day

I had a fun time in class, perhaps for the first time in awhile. One of the classmates I am not too fond of wrote a series of short stories which was fun to read. Really fun. It just goes to show you can't judge a book by her cover, or the first three hundred pages of crap.

Then, after some hanging out and playing guitar, we barbequed. Yup, finally we can barbeque in Frigid Bemidji. Actually, Andrew had his barbeque out a week before this, but since I was not ther,e it does not count.

Afterwards we played RISK. I always love that game, and do fairly well at it. Well, I was out before I started, and really wasn't so pissed about it. My girlfriend was playing and she lasted till the end. Together, we can take over the world. Muwuhahaha.

We went to Perkins, our regular hang-out, and had appetizers and drinks. It was packed form the lifehouse groupies. I never did write about that. This school will always find a way to bring shitty bands for our enjoyment. Last year it was Diamond Rio. The year before it was Sugar Ray. Rounding out the bottom was an uninspired Femmes concert. I cannot imagine who they will pick next, but I have a good idea who they won't pick: anyone from my MP3 list. What I wouldn't give for a Ben Harper concert. Or Moe.

Well, after that we went to Wal-Mart. Not too much is open that late, and for good reason. We were all maybe a bit too goofy. Chad kept making this horrible sound and Josh seemed to have it in for a weeble-clown. I ended up buying the Truman Show and the original Psycho for a total of 8 bucks. Not bad, except I used self chech out and a lady had to come check my ID.

But the best part of the night was Carly deciding to sleep over. It has been awhile, with our 'busy' lives, and we were both missing it. There really is nothing better than waking up next to her. She is still sleeping now-an aftereffect of her sleeping over is me becoming a morning person. I also can't fart in bed around her. A small price to pay, to be sure.

Well, that was the day in the life of this cat. Tune in next time for more.

~ "Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together."
-Eugene Ionesco

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