This is how we conquered Boston/New York

I’ve been back from my east coast trip for a couple of days and I figure I really need to knock these thoughts/memories out before I completely forget them.

We arrived at Boston on a Saturday morning where Cindy picked us up from the airport. At this point I’d like to give a big thanks to Cindy, Jess, and Sanchez for allowing us to completely mess up their apartment. Thanks ladies! You three are officially the coolest girls in Boston. After unpacking, Cindy gave us a brief tour of the city. She gave us a more in-depth explanation about the “T,” which is their train system. And I have to admit, public transportation is pretty neat. Not just in Boston, but in New York as well. But more on that later.

I probably won’t give a day to day update about the trip because quite frankly, I forgot what order we did certain events in. Mike has a great recap on his page, so feel free to check it out. Also leave him comments saying how much of a hot stud he is. As for me, I’ll just post about events that I actually remember doing.

For the first two nights in Boston, we danced at a club called Felt (or Felt’s). The first night we went just because the ladies wanted to show us the nightlife of Boston. But really I think they just wanted to get freaky with us. The second night we went because Jess heard that a great DJ was spinning.

The third day a lot of us overslept. Well, we actually overslept everyday. But on the third day I woke up early enough to walk around Boston with Mike. We stopped by Boston’s big ass food court (Quincy’s Marketplace) and I swear, it’s just one big hallway of restaurants. Like 50 food places easily. Mike and I had clam chowder and sat down across this elderly couple who were so nice. They gave us advice on sightseeing attractions and gave us a little history about Boston. We also talked about how crazy it was to get Red Sox tickets, as we tried to purchase some during one of our days. After lunch, Mike and I continued on our journey. We headed over to Bunker Hill and just chilled. Nothing too extravagant. Just a nice little relaxing time.

Later that night we all went to Wally’s, which was this hole in the wall jazz place. Unfortunately, Cindy and I didn’t get to enjoy the music as we had a nice little conversation on the steps outside of Wally’s. It was some east coast-west coast beef that we had to settle. Also, before we went to Wally’s, the whole group did some pre-game drinking. Cindy made this bet that she can outdrink me. Silly girl. Our wager was dinner and a lap dance. And it was pretty close, but I somehow managed to blow it. I passed out for a little bit and therefore she won. So Cindy, when you come back to California, I will take you to In-N-Out and we will kick it. Minus the lap dance.

The night before we left for New York, the ladies took us out to Jillians, which is the equivalent of a Dave and Busters. Had a few drinks there and then headed over to a restaurant called News. News had this nice dating atmosphere where the lights were dimmed low and the table was set up all pretty. Cindy and I split French Toast.

During the bus ride to New York I started thinking of a new piece, only I didn’t have a pen and paper to write it down. I remember writing a little bit of it when we went to a pub called O’Lunneys. That was right before I was drunk and passed out. But I have it on a napkin somewhere and I will find it and I will try to finish whatever it is that I started.

When we got to New York, we all decided that we should not waste time so we took off and went sight seeing. Cherry was dead tired so she stayed back at the hotel. So here we are, four bad ass motherfuckers in their twentysomethings walking around New York. Clearly New York was not ready for us. We walked around like we owned the city. Walking around like we were the shit. So what happens? We got punked at Toys R’ Us. Some employee asked Karega, “Want to take a picture with Jeffrey the Giraffe?” And Karega said, “No thanks. I’m afraid of giraffes.” Instead of rolling with the joke, the employee looks Karega dead in the eye and says, “So why aren’t you running, huh?” But he said it in such a way that startled us. Like, ease up man, we were just kidding. We messed around at Toys R’ Us for a good two hours. Yeah, we were four bad ass motherfuckers alright. But who can resist the huge aisles of Transformers, Ninja Turtles, G.I. Joes, Star Wars interactive games, the WWE wrestling mat complete with entrance music, and Bratz?

Once we were finally able to leave Toys R’ Us, we walked around Times Square. Saw the bright lights, experienced the hustle and bustle of everyone moving, and took pictures of the TRL studios. Then we went into ESPN Zone. The four of us had quite the intense air hockey match. Karega/Dario vs. Ro/Mike. They took the series, 3-2.

After we finished unpacking, Mike calls me and tells me to gather everyone up and meet him at TGIFs down the street. When we got there, Mike greeted me with a “Happy Birthday” and I was confused. Then I remembered it was midnight and it was September 8^th and duh, it actually was my birthday. So these guys take me around, get me some pizza, and then got me to pass out at O’Lunneys. And the bartender called me a pansy because I was buzzed by my third drink. Hey, it happens.

The next day was all sight seeing, which was great. We got a chance to visit a majority of the things we had on our list. Central Park, Grand Central Station, Chrysler Building, Empire State Building (complete with gargoyles), and Ground Zero. And yes, Ground Zero gave me chills.

On Friday we lounged around for a bit before we took a long ass subway ride to Coney Island. Walked around until we finally got to Nathan’s, which Dario suggested was one of the places we have to eat at. Damn good choice. I had a Philly cheesesteak, a cheese hot dog with the works, fries, and a large coke. Then we played games and headed back to our hotel.

When Cindy arrived in New York, we walked around until we got to Lindy’s (apparently they have the best cheesecake in the world). Everyone got different types of cheesecakes so we all passed it around. There was blueberry, strawberry, cherry, and a brownie cheesecake. Cin, you missed out. You should have went with our philosophy. Sure you’re lactose intolerant, but sometimes the rewards outweigh the risks.

We then headed to Staten Island where we took a ferry. Cindy and I walked to the back to get one last look at the Statue of Liberty. I told her that I had actually been inside of the Statue when I was little, but she didn’t believe me. Maybe it’s because she was jealous (jelly). Then she made a comment about how dirty the water was and she dared me to jump in. I would have done it too, if not for the fact that we just docked. Oh well…

Then we got some drinks for a little pre-game partying (because drinks are expensive at clubs and why not walk around New York with a little buzz). Mike, Dario, and Karega took about 5 shots of Patron each and finished the whole fucking bottle. Crazy. We headed to a club and just danced the hell out. Mike and Karega had some sort of crip walk battle and that was fun to watch. Then some girl decides she wants to partake, so she battles Mike. And I don’t think she could handle it because she had to sit right back down. Then Mike and Dario got their pimp on with some ladies from Cerritos. Then Mike and Cindy headed back to the dance floor. Can you tell Mike got buckwild? On a side note, I danced with Transformers comics in my back pocket. Outside the subway station, some guy was selling comics and I couldn’t pass up the sweet deal he gave me. Three Generation 1 comics for $5.

Walking back, Mike passed out everywhere and anywhere, which was hilarious. He would just lie down on the streets of New York and on the floors of the subway station. Dario had to put Mike in a headlock just to check him.

What else? There’s something so very comforting about a falafel at 5 in the morning. Maybe it's the crack sauce they put on it. But after coming home from that club, I just wanted something to eat. I tried to make Cindy eat a little bit, but she knocked out. And who can blame her? We walked quite a bit that night and everyone was exhausted. In fact, within five minutes of finishing half of what I ordered, I knocked out next to Cindy.

We took a lot of pictures and after looking through 700 or so, I realized I’m not very photogenic. I’m looking at the ground when everyone is looking at the camera, my eyes are closed, my smile is crooked, I have my hand down my pants… and so on.

One of the craziest things we saw was when this truck rear-ended some car and the two drivers got into an intense shouting match. Oh, it makes me laugh a bit… the way watching someone else get punched in the balls does.

Dunkin Donuts. Enough said, right fellas? And all the unintentional porn that was found in statues, pretzels, and Cheers sign was enough to win us a prize in Maxim.

As far as my health, I just want to say that whatever progress I was making with my six-pack, I seem to have regressed while on this trip. That’s what happens when you eat cheesesteaks, pizza, and hot dogs all day. So now it seems I have a little bit of a chubbiness around the stomach area. And it’s not even cute. It’s just… there. And while looking down at the belly… I have made plans for the next few months. Just to prove that I’m not lazy and just to have some sense of direction for a little bit. They are:

1. Work out hardcore and get a six-pack
2. Learn to drive stick
3. Find ways to get into a Credential/Masters program
4. Try to figure out exactly what is up

I arrived in Southern California on Monday and I felt myself getting a little panicky upon returning home (due to the extreme chaos of my room, reminding me of the extreme chaos of my life), but I talked myself down, talked to Cindy on the phone for a bit, put in a movie, and drifted into unconsciousness, where I had weird dreams about a robot that was much cooler than Optimus Prime.

Mike, thanks for dragging me along on this trip. In May we kept saying how nice it would be if we could go to Boston for a little bit. Sure enough, we did the damn thing. Um, not to sound gay, but I’m glad we went on this trip man. There was so much shit we had to worry about (i.e. finances, school, job searches) but it all worked out in the end. And just to reiterate what you said, I wouldn’t have gone without you. Hell to the NAW!

Cherry, you are the cutest (and littlest) person in the world. Check out the pictures of you sleeping on the bus. Classic. Thanks for keeping my head about me during times when I thought I was being stupid. Also, I can’t believe you put up with us guys for as long as you did. Oh wait… you acted worse than us!

Dario, it was great that you were able to come along at the last minute. Honestly, the trip wouldn’t have been the same without you. We needed your calm and composed persona to balance the rest of us out. That’s not to say you weren’t crazy at times, it’s just you were the more level-headed person on this trip. Don’t forget… my “pet peeve is reading the dictionary!”

Karega, it was fun chilling with you throughout this whole thing. “You are one funny motherfucker!” “Yeah, tell me about it.” There were far too many jokes for me to put on this thing, but I have to say you are one of the funniest guys I know. And hey man… Team Male Martha! The Windy City ain’t ready for no gummycakes.

Cindy, dude, seriously… you are probably the nicest person I have ever met. I can talk for days about how much I enjoyed your company, but I know you hate mushy. And besides, I’ll probably tell you these things over the phone again and again anyway. But yeah… you’re neat.

Jess, I wish you luck with your endeavors with Ahmed. I think we all approved of him. He’s got really cool hair. And I’m sure he’s not that much of a bore. But when you come back, you’re more than welcome to hang out/get drunk with us. We’ll play ten fingers and see what kind of adventures you’ve been getting yourself into.

Sanchez, I didn’t really get the chance to know you that well, but you seem very cool. And you study a lot. And I’m sorry we made a lot of noise.

Ted*, I’m sorry my friend Mike tried to spoon you. He was drunk.

Now it’s back to my normal life. It feels good to be back, yet at the same time it kind of sucks. Obviously the fam and the friends are here, but while on the trip I just got this sense of peace. And it’s not even Boston or New York. Don’t get me wrong, they were very beautiful places. It was just the “getaway from it all” kind of feeling. I left everything at home and just went balls out on my vacation, and in that sense… the trip was a success. Because vacations are meant for you to have the time of your life. And I know these things don’t happen on the regular… so I will cherish these memories and the pictures will always be proof of the craziness that we got ourselves into. And here’s to my next vacation… whenever that may be.

I have been blessed with so much love and positivity during these past 10 days from folks who make my heart swell to dangerous proportions and for that, I wanna take this last time out to thank all you guys again.

* Ted is some guy that Mike tried to spoon with. Mike just kind of laid there and put his arms around Ted and told him, “Shhh… it’s okay, just stay quiet. I’ll take care of the rest.” Sadly, no proof of this exists because Mike deleted the pictures. But the rest of us knows what’s up.

Peace, love, and rockets

Okay, so today is our flight to Boston and what am I doing? I’m blogging. I guess it’s become sort of necessary. Like whenever an event happens, you just have to blog about it. So yes, in that sense, I have become lame and have completely given in to this blogging phenomenon. With that said, here is what the plans are for today.

I am going to have coffee with Lisa, the girl I met at Hotel Café during the David Ryan Harris performance. It’ll be a quick lunch kind of thing. I told her I was leaving today and we both decided that it would be cool if we met up real quick rather than wait a whole two weeks before the next opportunity arises. Joseph insists that her friend was cuter, but I stand by my decision to go with Lisa. I still think she was the better looking one and besides, who am I to choose? Plus she’s a red-head and that sounds kinda fun. From our talks on the phone, she sounds like a real neat person. However, our talks have been limited to the standard “getting to know you” kind of questions, so I have yet to see how funny or how crazy Lisa really is.

After that I have to finish packing. Would it reveal a lot about my character if I actually admitted that I have to start packing? Well um, in my defense, I have been busy this past week doing that thing where you sit on the computer and watch funny videos from websites such as collegehumor, e-baums, gorillamask, and so forth. Also, I’ve done a great job this week of organizing my music collection. But okay, I will start packing later and I will finish it and I will be in good shape. In your face, Responsibility!

And finally, tonight, we leave for Boston. And I can’t express enough how excited I am about it, so I will let one of my friends do it for me. In the words of Jeannie, “Wow.”

Now, I may not have access to a computer for the next ten days so I don’t know if I’ll be able to update this site. Makes me wonder if this trip is even worth it anymore.

Count your blessings, keep your head up, and please pray

I was watching CNN and they were interviewing some guy and he was crying because he couldn't hold onto his wife. She got swept away right after telling him, "You can't hold on to me, take care of the kids." It even made the newsreporter cry. She asked him where he was headed now, and the man said through his sobs, "I ain't got nowhere to go, that was all I had, all I had..."

David Ryan Harris Live

I would just like to give my cousin Joseph a big thanks. He gave me 12 gigs of music ranging from jazz to soul to rap (Ice Cube’s Greatest Hits!!) to funk to you get the idea. My plane ride is going to be a very entertaining one. Also, going out to Hotel Cafe to watch David Ryan Harris perform was a pleasant experience. The highlight of the night was Eric Hutchinson singing “My Girl” and then mixing R. Kelly’s “Ignition” into the song. Nice touch.

Is this why the Horoscopes are in the Comics section?

So I’m at Borders and I get this call from Ben and he asks, “What are you doing, you sexy thing?” And I say something about how I’m reading and then I try to explain what my horoscope told me, only I couldn’t find the word for horoscope so I muttered something like “My astrological sign says…” when I could have just as easily said “My horoscope says…” and then I felt silly afterwards because I’m sure it came across as if I was trying to sound more intelligent. Or maybe it didn’t. I don’t know, I’m just self-conscious like that. Either way… Ben, sorry. This is my first time posting about my “astrological sign,” much less actually taking the time out to search for it and read it. And I’m sure there are a million interpretations of one’s daily horoscope, but this is what I got from the Calendar section of the L.A. Times:

“Virgo (Aug. 23-Sep. 22): You don’t have a particularly strong attachment to the outcome of business and financial arrangements. This is part of the reason why you’re surprised and delighted. Tonight, intellectual pursuit leads to love.”

And it’s amazing because this thing is so right on. I never gave a shit about Enron going bankrupt. However, I was “surprised and delighted.” Like how the hell does a cool sounding company with a name like Enron lose all of its money? I like the name Enron. It sounds like a Transformer, almost like it would be a Decepticon.

Now, I’d like to point out something about my horoscope. Is it odd that the third sentence had nothing to do with the first two sentences? And now I’m wondering whether all horoscopes are like that. Whether they give you a little bit of truth about your personality and then hit you with something completely random at the end. I mean, it’s somewhat funny. Like in a “what the hell?!?” kinda way funny. And if this is the case, then I might read my horoscope DAILY for shits and giggles and have that replace my comics (although they’re in the same section of the paper).

But okay, here’s the eerie part about this whole horoscope business. I was reading this at Culinary Wraps in Brea. My plan for the evening was to eat dinner, get some chap stick and car freshener at Wal-Mart, and then go read some books at Borders. This was BEFORE I read that Calendar section. So as I’m eating and reading, I come across that part about “intellectual pursuit leading to love.” And you know, I assumed that since they were right about that whole business thing, then surely they must be right about me finding love at a book store. If not love, then at least something like a fling. In fact, I would actually prefer that. Yeah… to whoever’s in charge of this, let’s just make mine a fling. But whatever, it’s your call.

I decided to forego buying the items at Wal-Mart and as soon as I finished my dinner, I drove down to Borders where I waited to see what the love of my life looked like. I imagined her to be 5’6, wearing glasses, big pouty lips, and… oh, I don’t know, a nice set of tits and ass with a great sense of humor and a penchant for making out when I say so. I had to grab something to read that showed I was mindful of current issues and that I can hold an interesting conversation about whatever it is that refined people talk about. At the same time I didn’t want to get something that said I might be too political or something that displayed half-naked women on its cover. So I grabbed ESPN the Magazine and I sat down and listened to my iPod.

Not surprisingly, I didn’t find love tonight. She didn’t come around. I’m sure I spotted her somewhere in between the humor and the fiction aisles, but whatever… that’s her loss right? I did leave the store with a new book. And seriously, that’s as close to a companion as I could want right now.

I can honestly say I’m at a point in my life where I’d be fine if I wasn’t in anything serious. It’s like I fell so hard for Janet and Melissa and for the past 5-6 years of my life, I held onto the notion that as long as I had SOMEBODY, then my existence would be validated. Like since I had a girlfriend, then my life was complete. Even during breaks with Janet I felt as though I still had something, and that was good enough. I slept easy at nights.

Now, I’m over it all. It feels good to not have to think whether 85% of the things I do will be met with approval by my significant other. I’ve actually managed to save up a decent amount of money. I’m running, swimming, and lifting more. I’m listening to the songs that I want to listen to. This is all about Ro time.

And horoscopes man, are they a trip or what.

What happens in Vegas... ends up on my blog

Las fucking Vegas. To recap:

80’s music, Simpsons, Assault on Precinct 13, Gorillaz, and Foo Fighters to keep us entertained during our road trip.

All of us losing money at Blackjack (except for Jimmy) and justifying our losses by saying “it’s all in good times.” And it always works.

A lot of Chappelle Show references. Especially that “tootaloo tootaloo tootalatie” (or something like that) song that we couldn’t get out of our heads.

“Hey! Are you guys hookers?!?” Women with big tits. And yes, for one weekend, we were superficial. Otherwise it’s always, always about personality.

AJ breaking the tv. “It would be great if we could watch tv right now.”

Buffet and our conversation about mice and little balls. What started off as a corny joke by Ben became the laugh riot of the trip.

The Sony store where we were all on tv and a bunch of high tech shit that we marveled at. I was fascinated by the fact that “The Nanny” was out on DVD. FAO Schwartz where they had a stuffed dog that sold for $980. I contemplated whether or not I should hump it, but I had a drink in my hand and I was afraid I would spill it on the damn dog. I’m not gonna risk a grand for some faux bestiality.

All of us kicking a bottle cap from the strip all the way back home.

Taking a picture with Jimmy where he and I were lying down next to each other. I swear I was only looking at his phone, but it looks as if we were cuddling. Just so you know. In case it ends up on Myspace or some other website.

Waiting for Andy later that night. Getting mad because he was late and this is Vegas and why are we in a hotel room at 9 o’clock and we should be out doing shit like getting drunk or getting laid. Or at least “it would be great if we could watch tv right now.”

Heading over to Old Vegas and commenting on how much more relaxed and laid back this place was in comparison to the strip. So naturally, we were back in the strip in an hour. Hooray for more tits.

Doing a little dancing. Rina (Reina?) bought us the first round of drinks, probably because she won like $700. I think Ben bought the second round and Jimmy bought the third (it was around this time that things got a little fuzzy). I do remember thinking that Ben lost money, yet this motherfucker still shells out whatever money he has left to take care of his friends.

Meeting the girl of my dreams only to realize her name isn’t Vicky, she has a boyfriend, and I was drunk, so… on to meeting the girl for right now and realizing I don’t even remember her name, what she looked like, and that she was from Georgia.

At around four in the morning I left the fellas (sorry y’all, I had to) to meet up with Natalie, Kim, Art, and Jeff. Hung out for a little bit, then met up with girl from Georgia.

Walking out of the casino and thinking “hot damn, it was night a few hours ago… it’s freaking morning already?” Walked back to the hotel to get whatever sleep I can before we head out.

AJ throwing up in the morning. Ben pointing out that AJ fucked up the tv and the air conditioning. Urban ninja. Four floors of M&Ms, which was three floors more than what was necessary. AJ throwing up some more, this time the vomit “spitting out like hot fire.” More great music to take us home.

This is how we do.

Here’s to breakfast at 5 in the morning and sleeping AFTER breakfast. More importantly, here’s to us. We have got to be the sexiest, baddest motherfuckers in the world.

Sidenote: There is nothing sexier than when a girl winks at you.

BIG MIKE!

I finally got a chance to visit Big Mike's house out in Chino today. It's nice man, they have this great view of the mountains from where they're at. Big backyard where they are going to buy a new jacuzzi. Spacious bedrooms that actually have floor space to walk around. Perhaps the thing that impressed me the most was the kitchen. Their kitchen is super neat. Because the floor of their kitchen is wood, it is ideal for sock sliding. If one happens to be wearing socks, one can run, hypothetically, from the start of where the television is, past the couch, and then slide all the way to the fridge. Try it. It's fun. Also, Big Mike and I finally played Madden. We haven't played in maybe a year. But it's hard to convey this without sounding like a complete dork. To the casual reader, it may just be, "oh ok, what a bunch of losers, still playing video games..." but it's not JUST playing Madden, it's also the talks we have during our games. You know, bonding time. For example:

Me: Star Wars Episode III was totally misinterpreted. I keep trying to explain to everyone about how Annakin was supposed to bring balance to the Force, but people always misunderstand it.
Mike: Annakin really should be given more props for fulfilling his destiny. He is a prophecy fulfiller.

I don't know if that conversation actually took place (I'm sure a similar one did, it's just hard to be accurate right now), but we do talk about Star Wars on numerous occasions. See, doesn't that make us a lot cooler now? Also, we talk about daily happenings, such as work, women, and "Hey Ro, listen to this song... who sings this song?" Most recently, we're trying to come up with clever ways to scare children this Halloween. I'm going to be a clown named Pickles. If all of this is not considered intellectual discourse, then I don't know what is.

But yes, it was great hanging out with Big Mike. I even saw Lady (she was on her best behavior, she didn't hump Mike once) and I got a little update from Mick (she says hi to all of us and misses us... Mick invites us to her housewarming party sometime soon). I didn't see Ray, but I'm sure he was out doing the homo activities that Ray is known for doing.

I feel so maudlin* thinking about it because we used to hang out almost every other day. With our schedules and now the distance, we hardly see each other anymore. But it works out, because we're both doing the damn thing and we might even get the chance to work together in the future. Mike finally got on that Police Academy (no, not the movie... just wasn't sure whether capitalization was necessary) and he will be taking his test in January, along with some of the required classes. Visit his myspace and give him some encouraging words and don't forget to remind him how big his forehead is. I say we might get the chance to work together because when I have my own class, I want to invite him as my DARE officer. It'll be great. I'll pretend I'm high or on crack and Mike can come in and kick the door down and arrest me in front of my students and explain how bad that stuff is or Mike can come in and do a Tyrone Biggums (Chappelle Show) type skit.

And, in case you were wondering, I beat Mike in Madden. 38-33. Just like old times.


* "Maudlin" will become the new replacement for nostalgia. I will personally see to it.

Don't bother me, I'm on a cell phone

Alright, just an observation.

In LA, cellphones have become the new sunglasses.

It used to be that if someone wanted to act like you weren't there when they were standing right next to you, they'd wear sunglasses.

Now I'm noticing that people just whip out their cellphones and start scrolling through their menus. Not that they're calling anyone, mind you, but if they're too busy looking at their cell, then why engage you in a simple "hello" or even acknowledge your presence?

Cellphones are the new shades.

Especially on elevators.

Justin's "Frozen Destruction"

ImDrinkingMilk12: what are you doing today?
ImDrinkingMilk12: oh wait... you get Madden??
its j diggity: using my drew bennett stick
ImDrinkingMilk12: HAHAHA
its j diggity: i call it that
its j diggity: because
ImDrinkingMilk12: isn't it the juke stick?
its j diggity: when billy volek throws int's
its j diggity: drew bennett lays down the fucking law
ImDrinkingMilk12: LOL
ImDrinkingMilk12: HAHAHA
ImDrinkingMilk12: i thought you were referring to the new madden... there's like a juke stick now
ImDrinkingMilk12: HAHAHA... DREW BENNETT LAYING DOWN THE LAW

ImDrinkingMilk12: Chris Brown doesn't strike me as the type to "truck" people
its j diggity: haha
its j diggity: he's the type to get turf toe

its j diggity: u wanna hear my cold stone creation
ImDrinkingMilk12: sure
its j diggity: it's coffee ice cream with pecans, gummi bears, reeses, and pineapple
ImDrinkingMilk12: oh wow
its j diggity: i call it frozen destruction


*EDIT* I just had a "frozen destruction" yesterday and my inexperience got the best of me. I couldn't handle it. Ice cream dripping down my hand, gummi bears being too much to handle, and I didn't even finish the damn thing. Next time my friend, next time...

Lazy days in the Breakfast Club

I just woke up from a 12-hour slumber. Good shit. Had Cheerios at 3 in the afternoon and found out that Circuit City is selling The Breakfast Club for $9. Man... does this day (or whatever's left of it) look promising or what? Alright then, off to play in a double header... be back in time for some Simpsons and Family Guy. Did I mention how great this day is going to be?