is this the week that didn’t exsist?

i’ve been slightly confused by this week as of so far. everything seems unreal and distant. well not so much distant as detatched. like everything, my family, my job, my friends, its like i feel like i don’t fit in with anything right now. and its not like i’m freaking out about it or anything, but it just makes things wierd this week.

i guess i kinda feel like some puppet that is just kinda going throught the motions this week, but i don’t really want to deal with any of it, no matter what it is. but then again, if i had a choice about how to make this feeling go away, i wouldn’t know what to substitute it with, i don’t even know what brought it on.

hmmm, that’s odd, nothing brought it on, so i suppose nothing will take it away. that’s a funny statement, because if nothing can take it away, then it will never leave, but i know it will go away, so something’s gotta take it away, but since i don’t know how to identify what it is, it’ll seem like nothing to me. that’s some cracked out shit. or i’d like to think it is.

good god, i haven’t blogged since the weekend, which was rad. friday was alot of wine drinking, and then going to see goldmember with a bunch of people. i swear, if you turn off my brain for even just a asecond, it decides its time to catch up on sleep and let my body rest. so you get me drunk, sit me in a adark, warm theater, and what do you get? me wasting 8 bucks on a movie, cause i can’t remember a shred of it. so although there was that period of passing out for an hour and a half during the movie, getting there and leaving was pretty damn hilarious. all i can say is that matt is perhaps the GREATEST buffoon ever. not only did he at one time jump up on a counter at hollywood video and pull his pants down in front of some unsuspecting female employee, he also stands in line for austin powers, talking very loudly about sluts, while there are lots of girls around. matt, i love you.

but yeah, saturday was busy, with going to the mariners game which was a blast. mikey, dan, brandy, and i sat around right field so brandy got to stare at ichiro’s ass all game, and we just got drunk and acted like complete buffoons the entire game. i can now say that i am truly a man cause i got drunk at a baseball game, and made an ass out of myself, with no regrets. it was one of the best baseball games i’ve gone to.

and the massive, was indeed massive, but i gotta go home now, so i’ll write about that soon…hopefully.

life is surreal.