September 4, 2020

Notre Dame. Game 1. Win over Purdue. 23-12

I should start up another blog, and have it deal ONLY to Notre Dame.

The Irish played well today.
Crist was a little rusty. But he's fresh off an injury, and he didn't throw an int.
Allen played exceptionally well today as well. He need this to be THE season for him. Rudolph was absolutely clutch during second/third and long.
The Defense...I love their spark. They actually WRAP people up! I was impressed! However...they did fall asleep a bit in the fourth quarter.
C'mon fellas.

Next week. Michigan.

Fuck Michigan.

Part 3

Oh my damn...

It's been so long since I've updated this. I feel bad. Not for you guys. I could care less about you. I feel bad for me. Being as I have about a trillion entries to fill in before September.

But before I begin...

Last night, instead of writing a paper, I was at the Murat Theater watching the Black Crowes perform. They were great. They were awesome. They were right on time. They are one of THE greatest bands over the last twenty plus years. Steve Gorman is one of THE greatest drummer ever. And Chris and Rich Robinson are the absolute greatest brother-singer-guitarist ever conceived.

So where was I?

So I turned left.

The series of events that took place after I had made the left turn would essentially change part of my life. You see, when you're in a vehicle with three other people, and those three other people INCLUDING yourself are teenagers, you take in much more than you should.

Adults drive all stupid like. As if the destination is the only important part of the drive. We embraced our surrounding, though we were all in my big-ish truck. We also felt what was going on outside. It was beautiful that night. 68 degrees. No humidity. The sky was a little hazy, but the moon gave us light.

We took a bunch of back roads...and then some more back roads...which eventually lead us to...somewhere...

But it was Ryan, who finally said the one thing we all had on our minds. Road trip.
But he wasn't content on saying that we should just gear up and head across Indiana that night. No, because that would be silly.

It was then, that we began our planning of our Canada trip. Now when Ryan first mentioned a trip to Canada...I'm pretty sure I can speak of myself as well as Dustin and Dusty when I say WTF CANADA?!?!??!

But it was only for a second. It took one second for it to sound like a fucking great plan. So we discussed it. All the pros and cons. Actually...there were no cons. Everything sounded incredible.

Speaking of incredible.

At this pint, we're lost. Like...we may possibly be in another state...kinda lost. We finally found a gas station to score some drinks, as well as figuring out how the fig to get back home.

I asked the cashier...some beast of a lady. Ish. Whatever she was, where the Hell are we? She spewed off some jumble off letter and words and phrases. Essentially...she was saying the we were in Waverly, Indiana. And all we needed to do was take the interstate that was in front of the station, and that would lead us back home.

But that sounded EXTREMELY boring.

So we took some more back roads.

Yes. I am, indeed, turning this into four parts. Suck. It.

Part 2

I just wanna say a few things before I dive into Part 2.

1. My sister is great.
2. I get to see Guster in October.
3. !

I left off with myself, Dustin, Dusty, and Ryan in my truck, with me driving forward into some dark abyss.

It ended up being some parking lot, with random medians of trees, which eventually ended, and flourished with fields off grass, and a giant hill. That hill of which Dustin rolled down upon, only to reach the end where Dusty and I were waiting to kick the shit out of him, since he was so confuzzled from the roll downward.

We didn't. But it would have been funny as Hell.

It was beautiful. I was like...four in the morning maybe? I dunno. It was pretty fucking late. It wasn't to terribly hot outside, but muggy enough for the moon to cast a fuzzy light upon the fields. I felt like we were in a Zelda game of sorts. We went walking some ways, then decided to head back to my truck. It was getting late, and we all wanted to go home.

But as soon as my 199 Chevy Silverado revved up, I decided that we were NOT going home so soon. Yea, Dusty needed to go to his plato lab class the next morning...but that was unimportant to me.

Instead of turning left out of the dark abyss, I decided to swing a right. Just for funsies.

We ended up taking some back roads through some corn fields, where we ended up having to make a difficult decision.

Tracy Road.

We turn right onto Tracy Road, we go toward Greenwood, eventually leading us back home.

We turn left...and we get lost, thus leading on an adventure.

Oh yea.

I turned left.

Part 1

So I've been really busy this week. Like...insane in the membrane busy. I have a lot to talk about. Or at least I think I do. In my mind, there's a lot to be said. But it probably won't be much. But who gives a flying fig?

So...I'm gonna say it was Wednesday when this all started. So I wake up Tuesday morning with nothing planned for my day. Just a clean slate. I had the day off and I hadn't any plans. But you know, when you have friends like I do, you don't need to make plans for something awesome to happen. I ended up going to Dusty's grandmother's house that night. They were all playing DnD, I of course, spent the entire time throwing in my two cents. That seems to have worked out for the best, since I'm not much of a player anymore. So they all agreed that I could play humor. And I'm okay with that.

I has also listened to A7X's new album. Now...even though this will be on a different post...anybody who's thin enough to say that their last album isn't any good...is fucking stupid. And I'm not even a fan, nor do I find it that easy a listen. But I won't go into details...not yet.

So midway through the DnD quest, Dustin and I had decided to go out and grab something to eat. Dusty over heard the convo, now he's coming with us. Blablabla, and hour goes by. Dustin and Dusty are ready to go, I'm ready to go. We're all freaking ready to go. HOWEVER! Ryan decides to join us, and I haven't a problem with Ryan. He's become a good friend, and I very much enjoy his company. So we go out driving for something.

Mind you, it's like...four in the morning. And noooooothing was opened. At least nothing of interest was. Denny's? Hell no. IHop? Nope. Taco Bell? We love Taco Bell! Alas, they aren't opened. And McDonald's is only serving breakfast. Fuck.

So we drive further down, and I decided that we were gonna go on an adventure tonight. We love adventures. I turn onto the street that my sister and step-father's neighborhood is on, and for the life of me, I can't remember the street name.

We get to the end of this road...and we have three options.

1. Either turn left, and end up near a church and a some cookie-cutter houses.
2. Turn right, and end up at Greenwood High School.
3. Or go forward into this freshly, and I mean freshly paved road that lead into an abyss.

We went forward.

quickie

This will be a relatively short blog. Fuck you. Get over it.

So my sister got her high school schedule today. I'm excited. I'll be attending her freshman orientation on August 5th. I'll be threatening any boys that if they look at her the wrong way, I'll kick their teeth in. I'll also be showing up for the first day of school th threaten all of the older dudes. Fucking gross high school boys.

Googley eyes didn't come into work today. I figured that her eyes popped out of her head, then she crashed into a tree, where her eyes then became normal. But it wouldn't matter...being as she's crippled.

I feel bad now. Sorta. Not really.

Anywhoozle...

I'll have more to write about when I get back later tonight.

Tell Taylor Wicker she's beautiful. I'm serious. Message her. Even if you aren't her friend.

Late.

bitch

I've have put aside writing a new blog for too damn long. Three days? How absurd of me. Damn me for having a life and going places I've never been too, what ever will I do to make up for it? Well I'll do absolutely nothing! You can all go fuck your respective selves and think of all of the time you've wasted reading this little rant of mine! How exciting!

But please...save that for after the reading of this delightful blog.

I've had a busy week. I went to Kentucky and Missouri on Monday, came back to Indy on Tuesday, in which I went directly to work. Then, after work, Wesley and I drove around for a few hours and listened to My Bloody Valentine. We then ended up in a place called Acton, Indiana. And lemme tell you something, Acton is a very scary place to be at one thirty in the morning. So we drove back, and THAT'S when he grabbed some My Bloody Valentine. I love these guys. Especially this one song...it makes me drift. And I like drifting. Not while I'm driving though, because I was all over the road.

Then TODAY I spent most of my time cleaning my truck. I took it to Mike's Car Wash, where I had to go through the cycle TWICE because the fuckers didn't tell me to put it in neutral, not fucking park. I came out of the dryer area with my truck covered in soap. Fuck you Mike. Then my mother got home from driving around her super cool boyfriend(....................). After she got ready and I had taken a shower, we headed over to BW3's. I then consumed twenty-four teriyaki wings and a bunch of cheese covered potato wedges.

Here comes the best party of all...

After we left b-dubs, we went over to the Showplace 16 theater to watch...Eclipse. Miss.Davis...what is God's name have you done to me? Why? WHY ME?!

Fuck.

So I really hate that I told the waitress that I knew what perfume she was wearing...and I really hate how when I told her...I was correct.

I was Very Sexy by Victoria's Secret. I used to have a friend that wore it all the time, and we always used to hang out. That waitress wouldn't even give me any re-fills after that. What a betch...I should have tried to guess what kind of bra she was wearing as well.

Red and white perhaps? 34B? Recently ripped off by some drunken lout at his trailer home after a hookup at a bar on the east side? And maybe you woke up about fifteen minutes before you were supposed to be a work because that same guy probably gave you roofies and and you had to dress in your car in the parking lot? And you most likely doused your self in that perfume so people wouldn't be offended by the smell of cheap vodka, the man's gas station cologne, unwashed bed sheets, and regret? Am I right?

Of course I'm right, you whore. Now get me some wings.

They're are approximately 83 Crown Royal bags hanging in my room.

marty feldman

This is gonna take a bit to write. Or maybe not. I don't even know.

SO last night I got to hang out with my sister, and it was pretty awesome. We had McGangBangs. She has never eaten one before, so she was like NAWWWAAAWAAWAM!!!!

And then her stomach turned inside out and kicked her eggs. Ew. We spent hours playing Mario Kart 64 and Super Mario World 64. And I mean...we were up till four. Twas intense. "WALL JUMP! NO YOU DUMMY! WALL FREAKING JUMP! FAIL! START!" We're cool.

So for those who don't know my sister, she'll be a Frosh at Southport High School next year, and she's THE smartest person I know. Like...Rhodes Scholar smart. But unfortunately...she's terribly ditsy. It's amazing. She spent an hour trying trying to tell me this...

"Giraffes are super cool! It sucks that they're being continually hunted, and they're population is dwindling by the years."

Instead...she said this...

"Giraffes are ultra cool! But there isn't as many as there used to was cuz now they aren't as many as before because there used to be a lot but now they're fewer in numbers because hunters hunt them so now there is not as many much moosen box boxen."

I was like...wtffffffff?!??!?!

Anyways..so that was cool.

THEN I HAD TO GO TO WORK TODAY!

Nine hour shifts at a hillbilly gathering hole isn't really all that great. Ever. Except when things are going okay. I started my shift at eleven, and at three, googley eyes came in...oh mercy...

So I'm standing on a different side of the counter than usual because my co-worker Niki was maning the main register. And I'm bitching about how our manager NEVER GETS ENOUGH CIGARETTES EVER AND WE NEVER HAVE ENOUGH WHORE! Oh man...and she HAD to say something...

"Blubluebluubereb buryblubbery boobooboobloooueee?"

She's speaks trailer trash...but I was able to depict her language. The best way to do this is to drool, and slam your head against a counter about seven thousand times.

"Is all you ever dew is bith and complain?"

So I'm like listen here YOU MARTY FUCKING FELDMAN LOOK ALIKE! GO HOME AND HAVE YOUR DIKE CLUB MEMBER HIT YOU IN THE PACKAGE WITH YOUR MONKEY WRENCH SOME MORE!

Okay...maybe all of that wasn't said...but I did tell her that she looked like Marty Feldman and that she should have someone push her eyes back into her socket. And if you don't know who Marty Feldman is...he's that guy who's picture I've posted at the top of this post. I know...it's funny. Laugh it up. But that's what she looks like...I KID YOU NOT!

I hope this was funny. I really wanted to base my blogs off of how Miss.Wicker writes her's. But alas, I will do what I can do best.

Also, Miss.Wicker, you're cute. Thank you for stopping by today.

ALSO...derpderpderpderpderpderpdprp blugeeegblueeegguboovoovoobooboobooboobooboo!

For Lissa. Derp.