  At the moment I should probably be bitching and complaining, seeing as my favorite football team, the San Fransisco 49ers just got the defensive beatdown of their lives, dominated by the recievers of Tampa Bay, and sent home for the season. I am also being tormented emotionally by the fact that my girlfriend said I could come over this weekend and then later said I couldn't, for whatever reason this happened not once, but twice. Instead of being a pussy and sitting around and doing nothing about it i'm gonna take the loss like a man. I'm gonna transform all that anger (and there is plenty of it), and change it into positive, kick-ass energy, into motivation as I take out everyone in Splinter Cell. That's what i'm hoping for anyway...but in my extensive videogame experience rage has never gone a long way and is usually associated with frustration.
Since i'm literally shaking with anger (I have no idea why i'm so mad now that I think about it), i'll most likely end up bashing my stereo with my baseball bat, i've been waiting for a good time to do that anyways. I think I just need to chill out though. It would be a great time to talk about my crazy ass weekend, which was full of exciting events, so that I will do. My weekend actually started on Thursday this week because that was the day that Jesseca, Louie, Amber, Kim, and I were to hang out. It was pretty cool, we went to Mainland to do some extra credit stuff that Jesseca and Amber had to do but we ended up making fun of some kook named Winkleman, being told by some girl that she knew us when she didn't, and meeting this black kid who later called me "hard"(hey it's better than being called soft). The next night (Friday) we went to Regal to see the movie Just Married. The movie was pretty funny and we otherwise just had a good old time, i'll leave out the details.
Saturday was one of the crazier days i've had in my life. Originally I was supposed to spend the day at Jesseca's house, leaving Louie at my house to do whatever he wanted, but when I found out she was mad at me (the reason I would rather not mention since it doesn't matter anymore) I was forced to stay at my house all day. What happened after that I didn't have much control over. As I sat in my room playing Splinter Cell my friends all sat around and discussed various plans for the day, eventually deciding that they wanted to get drunk and wig out. Before I knew it Chris and Zac were running around in a drunken daze while Alan(who was drunk himself but had himself under control and was acting more mature than anyone) and Chasity were trying to keep them under control. Me, Louie, and Mike were sober but we were just watching to see what kind of madness ensued. At one point in the histeria everyone ended up in the front yard because Chris and Zac were going to box. Zac gave Chris a hardcore beatdown, but it didn't matter because Chris didn't even know he was being punched or even that the match had started or what in the hell was going on, I bet if you asked Chris his name at that time he wouldn't know it. After that Chris and Alan "boxed", but the boxing match merely consisted of Alan, with one glove on, punching Chris in the face once (not even very hard) and Chris flying really far into the ground in an odd manner. After that it was clear to me that Chris had too much to drink, as if that couldn't have already been detected by his nonstop maniacal laughter throughout his boxing match with Zac, even while he was getting the shit beat out of him. So there were more attempts for people to box Chris, but it was apparent that they were just trying to take advantage of him in his drunken state, which to me was very cowardly.
Once everyone calmed down again I went on the computer for a while to get away from the insanity that was going on. I stayed there until Alan and Louie informed me that Zac and Chris were crying, I didn't know why the hell they were crying but I had to see it. I waited a while, but when I went in there I saw Chris crying and it was crazy, I never actually saw Zac crying but I don't know why they would lie.
Finally at around 4 Chris and Zac fell asleep(but not before puking all over my room), Mike and Louie went home, and Alan went to James's house. It was calm for a few hours while I watched the football game, then at 8 the kooks woke up and it was funny because Chris didn't remember doing anything, not boxing, not nothing. Soon after I started feeling really tired and fell asleep. During that time Chris and Alan left, leaving Zac as the sole survivor at my house.
That brings me to today...Zac left early and I was glad because I was sick of having all those people at my house. At 1 I watched the 49ers game as the phone rang off the hook and I ignored it, getting incrementally madder as the 49ers fell further and further behind. I was extremely pissed off by the end of the game, and I stayed pissed off until very recently, as recent as the beginning of this post when I started writing.
I cooled off fairly fast though, and I owe that to my beautiful girlfriend Jesseca, I love you baby. I also found solace in the hope that Philadelphia will crush the Bucs next week and exact revenge for my 49ers loss. So you Tampa Bay Fucks better come to play because you're gonna be facing big McNabb, the Nest of Death, the team that knocked you out of the playoffs two years in a row, and the biggest obstacle, 26 degree weather. So I'm much happier now than I was when I started writing this journal, and that is cool. The only thing that sucks now is I have a bunch of homework to do, but then again I probably won't do it. So hopefully I will get past this difficult part in Splinter Cell that i'm currently stuck at, but that's probably not gonna happen either. In any case I had a good week at school and I hope to duplicate that sucess this week when I head back there (I hate to admit that I have to go to school, but it is inevitable), starting tommorow. Later on cheeky boys and girls, I'm out. 
