Tonight I went down to Dave & Buster’s for Rob’s birthday. It was fun, but I’m so tired now. I was up at 10:30 today so I could make it to John’s, and now it’s 3 and I’ll be going to bed shortly just in time to wake up at 10 tomorrow cause I gotta get my stupid hair cut. Tonight was good though. I won at pool, drank some beers, and criticized all of the events of the evening and made fun of people… oh yeah, and we did a lot of driving through the ghetto. Which brings me to my main point… only in the ghetto will you see a man dressed in camo coming out of a seafood store at 1:30 in the morning… only in the ghetto will you see a limousine parked in the middle isle of a large street (Broad St.), outside of a fried chicken place, at 2:00 in the morning. Only the ghetto will let this joke of mine work… “Hey Maurice, it’s 1AM, you hungry? Sure thing… you know what I’m feelin? What? Scallops!!! Let’s go get a pound of em over at the late night seafood takeout. Good idea, I’ll grab my hooptie and we’ll be on our way.”
Well tomorrow is another day. Last real day of break as Sunday is always just commuting and realizing that we have school tomorrow. And our final spring break is over. I’ll miss that much needed week off “holiday”. Tomorrow’s gonna be pretty busy. I’m waking up early, running some errands, doing laundry, and tomorrow night I’m going to South Street for the first time ever to see Sinch. I’m probably also gonna throw a nap in there somewhere so that I can manage to stay awake tomorrow night. I smell like cigarette smoke. D&B;’s doesn’t let you smoke cigars or pipes, but they’ll let you smoke cigarettes… the worst of the evils. Anyway, I’m going to bed.
What I’m listening to: Silence