Since it seems to be occurring that easy writing is the new good, so be it.
Saturday was a strange day, hosted with a barely conscious sense of ideal, I awoke late but still had enough in me to get out of bed and take a quick shower. Picked up Mark on the way and went to Airsofting, once there I greeted everyone and was given a penis-shaped pancake. Pretty Good.
Afterwards, I accompanied Mark to a soccer game that was memorable in the surroundings, got together with Berlin and she bought us drinks. Later on, I challenged two young men at a duel in the basketball court with Mark as my right hand man, we lost terribly. Then I met Denielle's younger brother who looks like a total badass and what not.
Confusion ensued, but I remained calm and whatever. Mark and I waited on the street as Berlin was getting picked up, noticed we were standing around like pimps. Laughed about it, and headed to my house for a few drinks and TV watching. Thought about what the NIN concert will be like.
Once he left, I didn't do anything. Ever. Wrote some weird songs, and watched iCarly, Miranda Cosgrove is my favorite Nick person ever. Yeah.
Sunday began with my ongoing church complex, it's a love hate thing, and either way I feel like I'm being judged everytime I get up or sit down. After that I went to Sam's Club and saw Girl Scouts and had the most mundane feeling seeing their shitty car wash next to Office Depot. I went inside and saw an old man who seemed to hate his life for working there, I gave him my silent sympathy for his fate. I got out and walked back, got home and wrote some more songs.
That's about it.
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