So I went back to see Snarl this weekend. I decided to drive back on Friday to hang with her on the weekend. It was pretty good, other than for the obvious reasons. We went for breakfast on Saturday morning and I ate the hugest omelet. It was so rad. Anyways afterwards, we did a little shopping, and went to a bbq at a friends place in the afternoon. I ended up catching the flu that was going around my old flat. I would get these dizzy spells...totally making me feel messed up. I think that I disappointed everybody that I didn't get rowdy, but really that wasn't the reason why I went. I am still trying to stop binge drinking as well. I haven't in a few weeks now and I am enjoying my weekends more because of it. Well we bailed and ended up going to the movies, you know those new moving picture shows that everyone has been talking about. I just kinda went with the flow and we went to "Lord of War". Well the movie was pretty kick ass. Nick Cages, who I regularly dislike, was supprisingly this awesome arms dealer. It really made me think about the economics of the whole world...People want to kill each other, people need weapons, someone needs to supply weapons. If there's a will, there's a way. I know that it is already out back at home but things take a long time to get to the bottom of the South Pacific.
I drove back yesterday later yesterday afternoon. I don't know why I do it but I always want to tempt fate and see how far I can go on my tank of gas. I am quite meticulous about filling up the car and always reset the odometer so I can gauge the mileage I get. Well I drove through a town with the arrow sitting on the E. I fuel light hadn't gone on, and I knew that it would be close since the next town was 30 km away. About 2 km outside of this shithole town the fuel light flickered. I don't know why but I said to myself "fuck it"lets go for it. I don't know why I get such a rush about that shit. I am so hard core...well for the next half an hour I was so pumped as I almost ran out of gas. I was sweating,cursing, with the tunes a blazing driving 80km an hour holding up traffic. So rad, so rad. As I rolled into the next town with the car shaking from burning on fumes for the last 8km I was so wired. I figured I would try to fill up and go the rest of the way on that tank. Zooooooooooom ahead 4 hours (fill in with whatever sort of montage you feel like) Anyways, sitting about 45 minutes from home I was in the middle of no where. I was on the freeway and no way to turn around to drive back to the nearest town. Anyways I saw a turn for a gas station. I pulled off totally scared shitless. I failed to realize that at 9pm on a Sunday night, gas stations in shit hole towns fail to be open. After a wasted 15 km I am back on the highway again, thinking that I am going to be jacked and my shit hole car is going to get burned. Out of no where, this huge truck stop pops out of no where. I pulled in and almost screamed. I have never been so pumped. It felt like I won the Stanley Cup...oh ya oh ya
Oh ya, how about 11 seed George Mason in the final 4. Who would have thought.
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