Current mood:	Hung over
Current music:	The Juliana Theory

I'm Horny I'm Stoned..(song by the gods of rock)
So this weekend has been somewhat blah. I took SATs yesterday and they werent that hard. They really are more hyped up to be harder than they are. It was all the way in Severna Park so I had to get up really really really really early, so I wore my sweatpants and they got all muddy form the puddles (noo fun). Then I got home and I texted Eric and Elise about going to the mall. What was funny was that right after I got sent those text messages I got the text messages they sent last night about plans for last night. So I assumed I had plans with both of them. That was a bit of a shock when I got there and no one was there. So I wandered around the mall and I met up with some people I hadnt seen in a LONG time. Alex and Seth. Seth has gotten really, well, really hot, in the simplist of terms. I met up with Robin also and we left Alex and Seth. I feel kind of bad, but we had some important "business to attend to". I told them I'd call them back and I fel bad for not doing so. Maybe I'll call Seth sometime today.

So, after the awkwarder part of the day. Robin and my "business" we had to attend to, involved finding a can and a pin. We improvised by buying a can in that touristo shop in the food court and buying exacto tweezers at Create-A-Hobby, that we intended to "exact" with. So we went up to Lakefront, and the rest of the day was utter and complete bliss:
Stumbling about Lakefront, contemplating who would best survive if one of us fell in the lake
Worrying about drowning in oceanic puddles
Deciphering what that strange guy said as he past us. whether or not he said "aweeeedyo" or "on weed yo".
Finding a proper place for our can.
Finding the masterpiece art in the cracks in the sidewalks.

See, you can be productive when your wasted. It's possible.

The rest of the day was good too. We hung out with Eric and various others. Went back to Lakefront. Went back to the mall even more blissful. Sigh, I really wasted away Saturday but it was well worth it.

Later in the night, like way later, it was just Eric, Elise, and me. We had so much fun. The lake was so haunting and daunting but at the same time peaceful and serene. It was beautiful how the shadows of the trees contrasted against the faint moonlight and streetlamps. We walked across the ice, and wondered what kind of death it would be to fall down under it, it was almost poetic.
But the cold got to us so we called my parents to pick us up. On our way back our "business" kicked back in. Elise could barely get up the hill and was slipping and sliding up. We began playing the spitting game, where we all slobered each other in spit.
It was awesome not having anyone outside, just 3 people finding joy in the simple things in life. Elise and me started running around the parking lot like chickens with their heads cut off until we both crashed into each others heads. My forehead started bleeding, Elise had a nice new bump to remember me by on the back of her head. But it was all laughs.
Elise slept over, it was just fine and chill. We watched Boondocks Saints and can I just say that Irish men are the most amazing morsels God has ever produced. At 2 am neither of us could stay awake so we went up to 7/11 for a bit of munchie run or should I say "caffiene run". It was useless anyway, the minute we got home we both fell asleep on the couch (by the way, I love Elise because she figured out that my couch could fold into a bed and it was actually comfortable). It wasnt even that cramped on there with the two of us on it.

So that was the story of my weekend. Not too bad I'd say.