Hey Kids,

Its that time of week again. No, put away your sacrificial torches ... I'm talking about it being the time when I tell you all about my weekend. Oh, fine ... you can sacrifice that goat if you want... just make sure not to make that much of a mess .... and god help you if you disrupt my story. :shakes fist angrily at shadowy figure with torch and goat:

So, the weekend began like many others, on that most fantastic day .... casual friday ..... yea, sorry that was bad. Anyway, after work we headed off to meet friends and go to TGIF (For your sake I won't make another friday joke). We were selebrating Brian's 21st B-day. Much of that night was common stuff, with the only two points that stick out in my mind being (1) that the waitress was the most flamboyent woman I had ever seen (and this is including on television as well) and (2) that one of my friends had been a stripper at one point in her life (she could have said exotic dancer .... The shock of trying to put that into perspective sort of skewed my memory). Afterwards we went to Jillians and enjoyed the game as well as a few beers.

Saturday was punctuated with making beer and meeting up with my friend Giselle to drink beer, eat pizza, and watch anime. for those of you whom care we watched The first DVD's of both the Ghost in the Shell series and the Cowboy bebop series. I bought them beer as a gift, but I didn't realize that I was going to be incredably early, but the good news was that I got lost and I ended up just in time, the bad news was that I was walking around Somerville for about an hour and a half carrying a non discript (and heavy as hell) brown paper bag. I was fearing for the beer at a few points (not really, but where would a story be without some crazy near death adventure)

Sunday I went with Chuck and Mike to The Big E. I bought some stuff, and had a good time. Oh, and Chucks Dad is beginning to call me Chucks older brother and treat me like his son. I know .... "Congratulations Chris, You have just adopted more paranoid old world parents .... good job"

As a special treat, the weekend extends through tuesday, and by the magic of weekends I will completely skip over mondays happenings .... because it was just work and then bed. So, today I was reading the metro, and they said that "Metropolis" was playing at some theatre in Harvard. So, I was all psyched that I was going to see what I had heard was a great Anime. Turns out, during my research of the event, I found out it was a 1927 silent Sci-fi film. I have my limits, and this was well within my limits, but I was looking forward to clasic Anime style warped reality. So, I scraped that Idea, and instead headed to the theatre in Coply to see Ghost in the Shell: innocence. First off, I would like to say, that that theatre has the most efficiently used odd wall space for toilet stalls which I have ever seen. The theatre itself was ok, if just a bit cramped. It had the proper feel of a theatre which only plays artsy, almost independent films. The movie itself was visualy amazing, but the storyline was a bit hard to follow. Something about a marionette warping reality and working with a large pillar of spinning yellow light to make sex dolls with souls, that eventually would kill their customers and then commit suicide. It didn't have as much gore and nudity as the original Ghost in the shell, but I won't hold that against it.

So, my nightmares started up for a bit, so I decided to try and council my mind by starting a dream journal. I realized about halfway through the first entry that if anyone ever read it, they would have me commited. But its ok, because on the cover I wrote in indulable marker, "Please don't think any less of me if you read this". And it did end up being able to push me closer to the 'my dreams are pleasent enough that I don't wake up crying because of them' state .... so I guess it worked.

Oh, and I also further explored what I am like when I am drunk. The vast majority of my thought process is relativley uneffected, I just become more social and talkative (oh, and cocky, I can't forget cocky). And time seems like its moving at strange intervals. An hour of talking seems like five minutes. I also found that if people arn't moving in my field of vision snuck up on me. Such must be expected with the combination of paranoia and irational time flow set over a world where people are constantly moving. Oh, and for the record, I am the most massive light-weight drinker you have ever known. I mean my brother could drink me under the table.

Well, enough about me. How are you doing? Oh, thats right, this is a mon-o-log. Wish me luck on an upcomming weekend of going to concerts and drinking.

::I don't know. It could be that you are incredably annoying. Or maybe its just because I can't stand increadably annoying people.