Yaarrr,

Happy monday to you all. I hope you all have gotten the traditional gift of fish and pickles. But if not, I hope you all are having a great day anyway. So, that was a quick weekend. It went by so fast, that it almsot doesn't seem to have happened at all. This eather means it was a very good weekend, or it was a very crummy weekend, or aliens drilled into my ear and used my thoughts to decorate their living rooms. So, as with most weekends, this one started on Friday (Well, I did spend thursday evening with Paul and Kevin in the NewBerry comics on Newbery st [its really opened up now, and I used the oppertunity to buy a gift for Missy]). In the morning, I went to work and hung out with Bill and Steve, and Joe, and Ken, and Andrew, and Vlad, and... well, you get the picture. It was a good work day, and I got paid for it, so yeah =? . I felt a little weird on the way home, so I stoped by the Newberry comics at harvard Sq and looked for Dresden Doll stuff. There was none. I then headed home, found a cloth rose on the subway, wraped my gifts to Missy, and was picked up by Meri at 6:00. We then Picked up Missy, and then Ellen. While we were waiting for Ellen we were talking about the different types of Barbies, and how Barbie broke up with Ken, and is now dating an Australian Surfer, and how we thought Ken was gay, and other types of barbies that should be on the market {Crack whore barbie, Gheto bitch barbie, etc. }. After Ellen finaly got home 10 Ellen mintues later (1.5 hours for the rest of us) we headed over to the mall. I met up with Goodale, and my attempts to make fun of him fell awry due to the intervention of Missy. Started to feel a little crappy at this point. It probably was because even though Sean is a pedophile, he at least has a girlfriend on Valantines day. So, I walked around in a bit of a daze, and then I was home. Not really sure how I got home, but it probably had something to do with the keys I found in my pocket, the gun pokeing out of my belt buckle, and the blood stain on my shirt. If I killed any of you, I would like to appologize. So, I got home, ate, drank some beer out of an absurdly large "Grande" mug, and then talked to Missy for an hour about stuff.
Saturday I helped my Dad pick up my new couch and then helped him bring it up stairs for my own personal use (I say this because, to get it up there was such a hassle, if you can break into my house and steal this couch, you diserve to have it). Afterwards we went to a place called the "Earie Pub". Apparently it is a very famous pub. I got some chicken and fries, a shot of VO whisky, and a glass of Guinness (They had Guinness on tap. ON TAP. I think I'm going to go to this place a lot more often now that I know it exists). After I got quite drunk, I came home, showered, and headed out with the guys for a night on the town. We went to try and Eat at Joes Bar and grill, and they told us the wait would be 2 hours. So, we went to hanover st, and ate at Gril 317 (or some such set of 3 digits). It was good, but it wasn't good enough to be as expensive as it was, nor did it have service appropriate for. So, we went, ate, lit things on fire, drank some wine, made fun of Chuck, and then left. At this point we headed into Sumerville to go to a place called "Good Times". And, the sign was true. Good times were had by all. Brian, becuase he got to play a boxing game he really liked, Chuck because he got to see some bands that were set up by a friend of his, ...brians other two friends....because they got to be near arcade games......, and me, because there was beer, and I kicked some serious ass in Free Darts. Afterwards we headed home at about 11:30, and everyone was glad we weren't knifed. I made up an interesting story about aliens probing up some girl, and how it saved the world, and then Chuck had to try and do better than my, but he just ended up not being listened to, which was ok, because he was all dossile from the white zimphendell (I can't spell it, so sue me) that he drank. I then went home and watched "Lost in Translation". It was ok, but it really didn't have an enjoyable to watch storyline.
Sunday, I went to my 4 year old cousins birthday party, and fun was had by all.

So, thats my last few days. Today was spent sleeping, and playing video games. I would like to let my friends know that I really enjoyed Matts Blog over the last few days, and that Nicks bolg is as inspirational as ever. I would also like all of you to know that a challenge has been layed down by aformentioned Nick, and that I accept the challenge. In the next week, I will post nothing but crazyness. And hopefully, (since the only two blogs I know Nick reads is Mine and Matts) my blog will be exceptional, and I will win the mistery box. So, if any of you also feel like your up to the challenge find out the terms on Nicks blog.

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Ok, so thats all. Take care kids. Don't get burned by your lava lamps.

::So, by that logic, I guess Alanis Morissette has a non-existant Magic Penis that is directed by Alan Rickman::