"I used to be so certain, and I can’t figure out..."

Well... I'm back.

From break, that is, and it's just as I remembered it: pretty shitty. Organic continues to top my list of worst inventions of all time, with stupid people a close second.

I had a fairly good weekend to end break on, though. Went to a party Saturday night with some friends and pretty much hung out with a bunch of rednecks. That's okay- I met some cool people, anyway... Okay, I could probably count the number of cool people I met on one hand... Actually, one finger pretty much would suffice. Lol. We found ourselves staying up all night talking about life, love, and naked ass on leather. All in all, regardless of some closed-minded arguing that had occurred, I had a really good time.

Sunday night Jordan and I went to Backstreet to see Vicki and Kamrin. Had a good time there, as usual... I hadn't gotten to see Vicki perform previously, so that was fun.

Last night I had to do shitty Organic until 4:00...

So that brings me to a grand total of 7 hours sleep in what is now 75 and will be 85 hours by this evening. I guess that's almost 10%... That's a good thing, isn't it?

(edit: 032206)
What follows is an extensive addendum of my weekend, per Tessa's request:

• Saturday
  9:02 am: Wake up. Alone in the house, girls gone. Dance naked to the mailbox.
  9:47 am: Long way to the mailbox, get home and take a shower to cleanse body of road grit.
  10:22 am: Summer calls, wants me at Megan's house by noon. I say, "Bitch, please."
  ... (censored)
  2:00 pm: Arrive at Megan's house. She isn't dressed, didn't expect me so soon.
  2:01 pm: Say, "Hi," to Summer and Chris.
  2:50 pm: Get naked and wear Megan's jacket with the furry cuffs and collar around her room.
  2:51 pm: Play with the puss. Name's Kismet.
  ... (censored)
  

Okay, Tessa... that's even boring me. Maybe this will work:

• Slightly interesting points:
  *Stop at a gas-station for AMP and sour skittles. The toilet in the men's room is chained down, with two Masterlocks.
  *Girl I don't know at the carwash: "I don't have my mace with me tonight, but I've got this." [pulls frying pan from backseat]
  *Annoying drunk: "Hey, dude, where's Frodo?" [x 3] (Yes, I do have hair on my feet, okay?)
  *Me: "Megan, can I feel your ass?"
  

In closing, I was also commanded to post something that occurred earlier in the week: In a dream that I had, I was attending school to learn methods of tending rose-bushes. Obviously this was something I excelled at, because my roses produced fruit: penises.