  "I hate loosing," that's what i've been saying over and over for these last 10 minutes. Not really, but you can imagine what it would be like if I did...
I've been playing this tard-ass hockey game all morning and I went like 4-10-1 for the season so I just gave up. The difficulty was set on medium and I still got my ass handed to me very badly. Now I guess i'm forced to put the difficulty level down one notch to "easy," and absolutely destroy every single team that stands in my way.
I can personally guarantee that I won't lose one game. Not that that's cool or anything (I know I suck at the game), it will just make me feel better. Compared to today, last night was crazy as a freakatron. Actually, compared to any day last night was weird. I hung out with Louie all day and we had a bunch of misadventures. I'm not sure where to begin really, since it's hard to remember how the day started out, but i'll try.
Oh yeah, and I will bar out all the boring stuff, because, well, it is boring... We started off the day doing some skits for CRYK; the likes of which include dancing around a fire and putting a hot knife through butter. Before I knew it, Jesseca called me from work and we made plans to hang out after she got off of work (in about an hour). So Louie and I went to his house to get some money, plus it would burn some time. Afterwards we went to Tony's and rented some movies, because I told Jesseca I was going to do so.
I ended up walking out with Hellraiser II , Footloose , and Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon in hand. A pretty good selection I thought. When I got home I called Jesseca and nobody answered. I waited like 20 minutes until I tried again. This time her little sister picked up and wouldn't let me talk to her. I got all mad after that so Louie called twice claiming to be different people and one of the times her mom picked up and said she got in trouble for backtalking or something.
I didn't really buy it, but whatever. Even if nobody wants to give me an explanation as to why I can't hang out with my girlfriend after we made plans already, there was not much else I could do about it. I got over that pretty quickly because I figured there was no use dwelling over the unfortunate.
As the alternative to my prior plans, I ventured with Louie out to Cody's house in OBC. I'm still not sure who this Cody girl is, I guess it's some 8th or 9th grade chick who's sister was getting her system wired up by Louie. In any case, it ranked pretty high in the craziness factor. The tall skinny Brandon Smith was there along with some other queefnob, and they were both wiggin out. They asked if Louie's system was loud and he said "louder than you can handle. " Louie then took one of the little gweets for a ride around the block to show him how loud it was and when the kid came back he was wiggin out about how sweet Louie's car was.
He also thought Louie had NOS, and I laughed at that. I laughed at them some more and stole a knife from that girl's car and then we left. We were getting some gas at the Valero gas station when Louie started talking to some random kooks. They said they were looking for girls, so Louie made fun of them for looking in this part of town.
He then offered to show them to a place where they could find some -- Oceanwalk. The kid's car was a souped up Honda Prelude, and it was admittedly badass. Besides that though, the duo had nothing going for them. They were wearing faded clothes, bobo shoes, and frankly, they were crazy looking. Not that I am an authority on fashion or anything, but come on, they were wiggin. Perhaps worst of all, they were from Chicago. Actually it's not that bad there, that was just a lame attempt to make one of those things they call jokes. But anyway, the drive to Oceanwalk was a fun one. Mostly because we saw Jose (the Angela Chieppa lover), and he tried to race us.
He almost crashed into some car while switching lanes and it was just funny to see him try to compete. He probably didn't realize that the Chicago maniacs were packin NOS. When we got to Oceanwalk we talked to them for like 2 seconds and parted ways. We saw them again like 5 minutes later and we ran. While I was running I yelled, "I'm from Chicago, HAHAHA! " really freakin loud and they were way closer than I thought so they probably heard me. If so, they didn't say anything, because we talked to them one more time and they just shook our hands and stuff.
I didn't really wanna touch their hands, but oh well, what're ya gonna do? When we were goin back to the car I saw Amanda and Ian (don't know their last names but they're Jesseca's friends). I was hoping I didn't see Jesseca there, because that would totally contradict what her mom said. Thankfully I didnt, but I did see her amigos. After that fiasco with those fags we were in the mood to ride around the boardwalk area and flaunt the bass heavy system.
We did that for maybe 20 minutes before these girls pulled up and yelled some shit at us. It turned out Louie knew them so they said to meet us at the Valero station. They wanted to get drunk, but they had to be home in an hour (and I don't drink...), so we just got in their car and went for a ride. The two girls were Sabrina Goodner and Erin Love. Sabrina has been in a few of my classes, but I never talked to her.
Erin I didn't know at all; I wouldn't even know her name if Louie didn't tell me it. Back to the story though: when we were riding around Margot and her gang pulled up beside us and asked who was in the back seat. It was funny as hell because Sabrina was like Louie Garafolo and Dave. They were like "Dave who?
" and she was like "...Dave. " She forgets that nobody knows who the hell I am, lol. We continued the drive out to Williamson, where we turned onto some crazy dirt road. I never expected it to be the craziest rally trail ever, but it was. It was so crazy when we rode through it because there were large ass bumps and dips galore and we were ridin out in a (Honda?? ) Tiburon. The front end was getting annhilated as it smashed into the ground like 20,000 times. We were going pretty fast too, and all the while listening to "Hey kitty kitty" (that song by the 69 Boys or whatever).
Needless to say, it was the most insane thing i've done in a very long time. The fact that we were in the back seat of a car with some kooks that I didn't know made it much cooler than it should have been. After that funnyness we went back to Louie's car and went home to my house. We decided we weren't finished yet so we took a walk up to 7-11 to get some food or something.
On the way there we nigger knocked Justin's old house to an extreme. I walked up there and screamed "I AIN'T NEVER SCARED!!! " at the top of my lungs and banged on the door like a madman with both fists. I'm usually not one for exaggeration, but it was the wildest thing ever. At 7-11 we got a buttload of snack food and some Amp to keep us awake. You will never guess who pulled up when we were eating outside on the curb -- the infamous Chris Sox and the aforementioned Ian. At first I wasn't sure if it was them because i've seen that kid once and the other kid barely twice, but I am 99% sure now because they said "yeah that's him," as they walked by.
The fags didn't say anything, but I laughed at their appearance. Out of all the kooks in the world that I could see in the parking lot of 7-11, I had to see them. It was funny though. Me and Louie then went home and dropped off our stuff so we could go niggerknocking some more. Before it was all said and done, we got Wendy Naumann and Tommy Eckenrode's old houses. It was pretty funny. We were pretty much done after that, but we couldn't get to sleep forever because we drank that Amp.
We pranked called Chris 3 times and wigged out. I guess that got all of the hyperness out of our system because we fell asleep shortly after that. And that, my friends, is game over. Sorry for that long ass trash. I know it was longer than fuck itself and more boring than your grandma's stories, but I felt like talking about my day for once, and this one just happened to be really eventful. I apologize once again for wasting your time, because I know that was dumb. But what I wanna know is, where is Jesseca at?
I miss her. 
