I was supposed to post this yesterday, but my modem was stuffed (as usual), so this is my day late entry. Anywho...
"Now THAT was a funny-ass movie. Anything involving Will Ferrell is likely to have me and Karl cracking up in the aisles, waiting to repeat everything the second we get out of the cinema. We kept saying that line for like, 4-5 hours. I'd just forgotten about it until then, when I needed a title for this entry.
Today was pretty cool. I was bored shitless over the long weekend (except when I was playing Jade Empire, because Jade Empire = L337), so I decided to round up a bunch of people for a movie. TJ dropped out really early because he felt tired after work, and Christian dropped out this morning because he felt sick. I thought Kate was sick today, 'cause she was asleep on the train ride and such. Come to think of it, Michael was sick as well, and that bastard sneezed on my hand when I was getting out of his car! (Fuck it, I got him back. Safe! ) Anywho, a bunch of people are getting sick, and here's hoping whoever's sick gets better, soon.
Still a pretty cool day though. RD came around 9 when he was supposed to come over at 8:30, which was bad because he was supposed to wake me up at 8:30 so we could catch the 9:36 bus with Karl (whoa...okay, no more numbers for a while). Anywho, waking up at 9, I still managed to talk to people on the phone, entertain RD, take a shower, get dressed, get hassled by the parents to make sure the house was securely and safely locked up AND make it to the bus stop in time, which is cause for a ticker-tape parade in my book.
Anywho, the three of us met up with Kate at Parra. We could've watched the movie earlier, but Mattitude was late (actually, I stuffed up with the times, but whatever, details aren't important). Anyway, Matt was late. Caution: never trust Karl with peas, and water bottles. Caution: never trust Karl, RD, Matt or Kate with stickers and labels from CDs and magazines.
John Beckwith: You look beat. Soft mattress?
Jeremy Grey: Soft mattress? Yeah, it could have been the soft mattress. Or the midnight rape. Or the nude gay art show that took place in my room last night. One of those three probably contributed to the lack of sleep.
The movie itself was pretty cool. I was a tad skeptical coming into the movie, then I remembered that anything with Vince Vaughn and either of the Wilson brothers has got to be at least some half-funny shit. I was right. Having Will Ferrell near the end was a pleasant surprise and pretty much sealed the deal. That meatloaf line's gonna stick with me for a while.
After the movie was bumming at Karl's. Watched Pablo Francisco, the funny Latino bastard. Caution: never trust Karl with chewing gum. Caution: never try standing and balancing on a medicine ball. Then I went with Karlo to watch their game at KB, which is something I haven't done in a coupla years, so that was cool. They won, by the way.
After KB was Ian and Pat's house. Caution: never trust Pat and Ian in general, because they are both stupid DARSHES! Pretty funny; it was one-on-one, Michael vs Ian, Dark vs Darsh, with the role of loudmouth trash talking bastard on the sideline being played by me. Doesn't matter who won, because PAT IS A DARSH!
Tad: What's your name hot shot?
Stan: Stan. Marsh.
Tad: Stan Marsh? [laughs] Stan DARSH is more like it.
Skier: Haaaaa, Darsh!
Anywho, after all that, I should be dead tired, fast asleep in the comfort of my own bed. Actually, I was, between 9:30 and 11PM. I have no idea why, but I was woken up, probably because of Sex in the City. Bright idea to leave the TV running while I slept; cue coincidental backfire deriving me of sleep. That's a common theme these days: Marty is not allowed to get a decent amount of sleep. Case in point: I tried to get some sleep before the guys got here in the morning. Last night, just as I'm falling asleep, TJ messages me to tell me he can't go, which was cool and all. I just wish he messaged me earlier so I could get some sleep! Kidding, badger boy. Then, this morning (well, to be pedantic, yesterday morning), instead of waking up to music from my iPod sometime around 8:15 (which was the original plan), I woke up to my brother's bathroom music instead. I don't mind him listening to music when he's getting ready for work; just sucks when you share a wall with the bathroom. Then, just as I'm falling back asleep, Christian rings me up around 7:30 to cancel. Bastards. Not for cancelling, but for disturbing my sleep.
Anywho, Operation Try Not To Be Tired As Shit For School commences now. Anyways, later days!"
That was yesterday. The Operation was bombing out for the first part of the day; I was bloody exhausted 'cause I couldn't fall asleep until around 3AM. Tonight looks to be more of the same, sleep-wise. I woke up at 10PM this time and remembered to correct my 3unit Maths paper.
Speaking of, I went better than I expected for 3unit. I would've been happy with ANYTHING over 50%, so I was happy with what I ended up with. BUT, I was spewin' when we got the answer sheets, 'cause I saw I made a shipload of silly mistakes and such. All in all though, still happy with it.
Also, spewin': came 2nd in Economics by ONE FRIGGIN' MARK. SONOFABITCH!!!!!!!!! Happy with my result, just saying...
Maths made up for it though. I'm REEEAAAAAALLLLLYYYYY happy with 2unit at the moment. Thanks to the 4unit guys; if you guys stayed, I wouldn't be where I am now.
But that's enough about school. I needs me some sleeps, but I don't think I'm gonna get it for a while. Anyways, later days!
- marty..
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