Dedicated to the blogger strike of 07.

Let's see... Haven't done this in a while. I'll start with my life in descending order of occurrence, up to the point I can recall and/or is interesting. In as many one-sentence fragments/run-ons as possible. With bullets.

• Rocked the hottub after a long day of shit, awesome, always say "we should use this more", but fail.
• Watched Transformers on HD-DVD, fuggin awesome in terms of ooooh/ahh, movie wasn't as bad as I'd feared, but definitely had moments I wanted to punch my TV.
• Went to the mall, attempted to buy shoes, failed, went to Orange Julius, tried the Strawberry Julius, discovered my meaning in life, which is to order Strawberry Juliusesses. (Julii?)
• Decided to go home next weekend, forgoing Beatallica, cuz of logistics and whatnot.
• Went to Home Depot, bought 20 sheets of drywall and 500' of insulation for garage, pimped the $19 HD rental truck, love that damn deal.
• Sugarmomma Ellen bougth me some much-needed clothes at Kohls.
• Went to shoe carnival, where there was no funnel cakes, but plenty of shoes, yet nothing I liked.
• Fuggin dog woke me up, had a redbull and bagels, was wired.
• Passed out after the Illini game, rouging the punter, more like roughing the game up for your dumbasses, who names their kid Juice?
• Helen locked herself out of the house, so was hanging out at ours when we got back from BW3, Eric came over a little later.
• Ate BW3, grabbed Transformers HDDVD @ Bestbuy, Asian checkout lady was all OMGAWESOME.
• Spent most of saturday on couch, watched Vice Versa with Fred Savage/Judge Reinhold, who names their kid Judge?
• So hungover.
• Went to bed at 330 after chatting with Brett about random IT/career/Champaign shit.
• Karaokee'd at Lil Peeps, which is a complete shithole, filled with bad KJs and 10 other people, danced to random 80s shit in a manner unfitting to a lady, or sober person.
• Hit Fridays south, Paul hooked us up, per usual, Champaign guys are too good at Golden Tee
• Chillaxed at Hurricanes, had shots, played much Cricket
• Chatted with guy outside Hurricanes about Mustangs for seriously 30 minutes, really cool guy, proceeded to buy me a shot, ellen thought he was hitting on me until she saw him hit on chicks at the bar.
• Cruised blaring some Pantera cuz we're dumb
• Ate Ramon's, fuggin awesome for some reason, prolly Magaritas.
• Rachel, Brett, Barry, and Jess arrived, and we drank a bit.

Some shit happened last weekend, but I honestly don't recall what.

The end. Or beginning.