this friday sucked, I just sat at home and did nothing, literaly.
saturday though, that's where the shits at.
I went to A show with Devon, with his band, the waste aways. It was pretty effin sweet, I sat at the booth and sold cd's for the first two bands but when the wasteaways started playing I got up towards the stage and got into the music. by the time they started playing "black biscuit" everyone was kinda zoning. I took this oppurtunity to get everyone riled up by shouting the chorus chant [which means i just shouted black biscuit during the chorus] everyone joined in, and it was awesome. after the show we skated around, scored some pizza, and did a whole bunch of other cool stuff.
which brings me to...
Sunday morning I woke up in a very akward position, because I had slept on a couch that was a good two feet shorter than me, three if you minus the armrests. anyways, i spent a decent amount of time walking off my leg cramps until Devon woke up, we watched spaceballs the movie for a little bit. His mom made breakfast for us [breakfast burritos for the win] we played halo, guitar hero, and other stuff, I talked music with Devon's brother Nick and all that good stuff.
then I went home and watch Indiana Jones and the kingdom of the crystal skull, and went to bed...
this morning i groggily woke up and got dressed and went to school, when i got here i had to go to the office because i missed thursday and friday because i had to stay home and wait for the electricians to show up, so i did, i missed almost all of first, then when i got back jordan wright was there so i asked him if he had my ipod [or, i should say, clydes.] and he said no, then i reminded him that if i didn't get it soon i would beat his ass.
here's the story on that
they stole clydes ipod as i was borrowing it then they sold it then i found out it was them and threatened them they said they would get it back but didnt so they have until wednesday to ghet it back or they buy him a new one.
that's about it for today, more later maybe.