Unfortunately my flooble is dead, and I haven't had time to repair it. Hopefully I will get around to it soon.

This weekend was filled with action and adventure. Well, lets start on Wednesday. We went out bowling. Me, Eric, Dickie, Sam, and Matt. We also went to eat at Genaroes.

Friday, we went into boston for one of the Italian festivals. It sort of sucked, so we watched people play boccii for a while, and then discussed philosopy over alcoholic pastries. Chuck claimed that it was the worst night he has ever gone out, but no one else said anything negative about it. I personally had a good time. Everyone else either had a good time, or didn't have the balls to say so. Either way, I don't care.

Saturday, I helped my brother with some work, did some cleaning, and then went to my cousins house to play risk and hang out. It was a good time.

Sunday, I spent with Steph, and we ate lunch, watched a bad B sci-fi movie (THE DAY OF THE TRIFFIDS), and then went to the common to see Hamlet. Absolutely a wonderfull play, and definitely worth seeing again.

Well, its quite a boring blog, so lets see what we can do to spreuce it up:

You all of a sudden wake up in the middle of a marsh. The only building in sight is a broken down old shead. You don't know who you are or how you got there. You look upon yourself and only see the clothes on your back (A snazy dresser arn't you), a small dagger and a large burlap sack which apparently has something in it. You open the sack and discover a bound unconcious person inside. Apparently you where in the middle of a kidnapping when an unfortunate bout of amnesia hit.

Assuming that anyone worth kidnapping wouldn't come from that piece of shit excuse for shelter, so you head for it. The ground is uneven and spongy, so transversing it takes a bit longer than you would have expected. Every now and again you poke the sack and make sure the inhabitent is still breathing if not concious.

Fifteen minutes and one ruined pair of shoes later (Seriously, who would whear dress shoes into a marsh. Bad planning thats what this is) you make it to the door of the hovel. That is, if you could call, what appears to be a old hood of a car, bolted to a plywood wall a door. Well, the whole point is moot anyway because it looks like the car roof was not only violently removed from the car, but also violent removed from its hinges.

You enter the hovel ... blah blah blah .... it turns out you where being kidnapped by the man in the sack before you could overpower him .... blah blah blah .... you are really a prince .... blah blah blah .... something about fighting a dragon .... blah blah blah .... trolls a plenty .....

Sorry, I got bored. Ha, being bored of doing something so my blog is not boring. I that irony? Whatever, I think I'm going to bring the turtle to the pancake and make it drink. TTYL.

::My balls are jingling::