Lazy saturday.

Woke up today on my friend's couch. I drank way too much at a party last night and was actually a bit scared of walking home at 3:30am. Shut up. It takes about 15 minutes to walk from the house and drexel was spookily empty that night. I could barely walk also. Anyway, got home around 11am and noticed I had made a call at a little after midnight last night. Even sloppy drunk I don't do drunk dialings plus I didn't recognize the number dialed. I don't remember calling anyone so it is a mystery...although there was a brief period of time last night where I put my phone down I think. I'm not sure where I am going with this story because I didn't recall the number so there's not much more to...hmm hold on...ok, well, mystery solved. I called the number. Now I could make up a good somewhat entertaining conclusion to this story but that's not really fair and it would require more than shallow brain activity on my part. So blah, whatever, turns out me or someone accidently dialed some numbers and hit the call button during that time when I had my phone out. It was an invalid number. Exciting.

Fine, I'll make up a better ending. So it turns out the number called from my phone was this drug dealer named Killroy who said I was supposed to deliver this shipment of cocaine to the docks by tonight. I told him there must have been some mistake but he knew my name and where I lived! He threatened me! Shit, well, he did say I would get paid so all right. I guess whoever called on my phone must have known me. Must have been my arch nemesis...Phil. Damn you Phil! Damn you.

While writing that delicious piece of fiction above I was reminded of an actual true story. A year or two ago, a few months after I got my new phone number I started getting these weird calls and messages on my voicemail. Apparantly, my number was close to or previously owned by a drug dealer. I had a few hillarious voicemail messages of totally cracked out people mumbling things about dimes and nicks of things. Too bad I still don't have them.

Time.

Time always comes. Time just rolls over things without a care. No matter how frustrating or stressful something can be, realizing that it will be over just like anything else is comforting. Taking this a step further; imagine all the other people out there totally oblivious to your seemingly frustrating or stressful moments. Unfortunatly, the same thing applies for good enjoyable times.

In other news, ignorance really is bliss but only to the ignorant. Hmm does that make sense? Nope. Oh well, words suck anyway.

Yours Truly,
Captain Obvious

(this is what happens when the "create post" screen is left on your computer too long and bits of crazyness set in)

Cool Commercial.

Pretty amazing.

Wedding Crashers.

Went to a free sneak preview at the Ritz tonight with my roomate. It was hillarious. Much better than I thought it would be. Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson are great.

We took a taxi to the theater and it actually ended up costing us about the same it would have if we were to walk to a theater and buy tickets to a movie.

Well.

I'm trying to think of some novel business to start since I seem to have free time that's going to waste. Anyone have any ideas? It would have to be novel since I can only work according to my schedule because I still have school which is..umm, important or something. I read this article and was reminded how I have always thought that would be a good idea. I am intruiged by peoples demand for fake things.

4th of July Weekend.

Probably the most jam packed weekend in philadelphia...hmm, ever. Free Live 8 -> Free 4th of July -> Free Elton John -> Free Fireworks. Good times. Go philly. Here are some crappy camera phone videos of the fireworks. In one of them I think I got a bit of myself drunkenly singing to "Proud to be an American"....which is nothing compared to me singing Celine Dion's Titanic song at that bachelor party a few weeks ago. Awesome.

What I learned today.

Today I learned that Henry Winkler (The Fonz) was one of the executive producers of Macgyver.

Live 8 Biatch.

I didn't feel like sorting through these pictures so I just put them all on..in some out of order reverse style. (the end are the first images right below)(notice how trash ridden the place became)

Live 8.

Crazyness. Tell ya later.