So I'm thinking I should tape record myself throught the day. It always seems like I'm walking around, or getting into my car and thinking about shit and saying "I should blog about this later." However, when later comes, I'm here thinking "I wish I had something to blog about."

Anyways I'll supplement this weak blog with a laughable story from my fine Presidents Day weekend.

I puked on my ex-girlfriend.

That's it.

OK, OK, I'll tell you the full story.

This weekend I had to do inventory at work. Normally I would say "that sucks" but it was beneficial to a party schedule. Friday I was out of work at 7:30 and I did not have to return until 4:00 the next afternoon. I went over to Adam's house and partied hard friday night, knowing that I don't usually have saturday mornings off. I drank, ALOT that night. I had not partied in a while, and was making up for weeks of no drinking. Everything was fine until the pipe got passed around. I ended up taking 3 or 4 hits of some medicinal marijuana, which is a lot stronger than street pot. Needless to say that was about 5 hits too many. I continued to drink more beer. Eventually, Lisa and I ended up outside talking. Next thing I knew, I tossed her aside and projectiled onto the lawn. The next morning I discovered that she received a slight shower on her arm. Everyone I've told seems to think it was really funny. I felt pretty bad though. I think I'll be taking another break from the beer for a bit. Friday was a lot.

And speaking of big parties. I really want to go to Bonnaroo! The super sad thing is, I can't. It's a week before finals. If that festival was just two weeks later, I'd be all over it. Same shit happened to me last year. Looks like I'll have to try and make it out for Bonnaroo 3.0 in 2004, before I go to Europe.