  "I need you now tonight; I fuckin need you more than ever. " - the radically kooky singer in Old School . That was definitely the saying of the night. You would have to see the movie to know what i'm talking about though. But if you did see it, oh my god, you would laugh your buttocks off your body. Wow. People talk about stuff being weird all the time, but what they say is weird is not weird. I'll tell ya what's weird. Tonight was friggin weird . That's what. It began with... actually I don't even know how it began, but I do know how it ended up.
It ended up with Chris, Louie, Kelly, Taira, and myself all wigging out far into the morning hours. We have been up for the longest time now just doing nothing really except watching tv and talking about the music videos featuring black people. And of course there was a lot of talk about going to McDonalds to get some food, but that plan never came into fruition, humorously enough. Right now i'm at Louie's house struggling to stay awake as he peacefully sleeps in his room. We left Kelly's house about an hour ago for no reason really; we just didn't want to stay there.
I imagine Chris and Taira are making out right about now; not that I care. Good for them I say. I don't think Louie would like the thought of that very much, but if not, then it's still ok because it will be no big deal when he wakes up in about 4 hours. Or maybe it will, but it's of no concern to me. I am kind of freaking out at the moment because I haven't slept in over 19 1/2 hours. Not even a little bit. It may not sound like very long, but believe me, it's enough to wear out the best of em. I am usually quite the nighthawk in these situations. Currently though, I see no point in staying awake.
I do have one crazy story before I hit the hay for the night (well, for the morning). Chris and I were climbing across this chasm in Kelly's backyard in order to get to this other dock. We had to jump across a 2 foot gap and cross over a fence to get to the point where we were at. Even then it was fairly difficult because there was a ditch in front of the fence that we didn't know about at first; plus Chris had a cast on. Well anyway, after we slowly hauled along to this stone thingy, Louie came charging in behind us going all fast and jumping the gap like it was nothing. When he got to the fence, however, it was a different story. He was coming so fast and he didn't calculate the jump at all, and most importantly, he didn't see the ditch that laid in front of the platform that we were standing on.
He came and jumped up, his foot caught on the fence, he busted his ass all over the place, and plunged elbow and hip first onto the hard cement below. At first the urge to laugh was almost overwhelming, but then we calmed down a little because he wasn't saying anything or moving at all.
We were a little relieved when he got up and said some craziness, but mostly we just wanted to let out our bottled up laughter. And laugh we did. It was funny as a 1 legged monkey in a pie eating contest. Actually it was probably funnier than that if you can imagine a thing that could be so funny. End of story. I don't know if that read very funny, but that crap was hilarious in real life so I don't care.
Alright, excuse my abrubtness, but I am leaving now. There is not much I have to say to any of you sardine cans. I do have something to say to Jesseca though, that is if she even reads this thing anymore... Jesseca, L is for the way you look at me. O is for the only one I see. V is very, very extraordinary E is for everything that I adore. and love, was made for me and you. (do do do dooby da do, whoo! ) I don't know if that's really how it goes, but I would be happy to find out and sing it to you for real anytime you want. Because like you, that song rocks. and as always, I love you. If you're reading this and you're not Jesseca, I can imagine how you might think (or wish) I am talking to you. That's simply not true though, I am talking to Miss Jesse. That's right, you heard me, I don't love you, I love Jesseca. I repeat -- I love Jesseca . 
