I'd first like to start off today's blog by saying how wonderful and spontaneous today was.
I wake up to the sound of my ringtone at around 5 am. Melvyn apparently wants to know what I am going to wear today to chill. I respond with a caustic remark of "youre hella gay". Nevertheless, I tell him: jacket, button up, jeans. I get ready only to get another phone call, this time from Jackie, telling me that Justin and her are outside waiting for me.
-_-
So I rush all my morning pregame rituals and make it off like a jet and bounce.
We drive over to Piedmont Hills where Michael and Melvyn have been waiting for some time supposedly... I think they were lying. t(-_-)t
After their pickup, we drive over to where Dennis lives and picks him up. By this time, there are no more seats in the fucking car. We have Melvyn at shotgun while me, Justin, Jackie, and Michael are packed up like sardines in a can. FUCK
I get lucky and get right nut so it was pretty comfortable.
Dennis was driving cause apparently Justin cant drive his own car.
We stop at an intersection when the notso brilliant Justin decides we're going to Santa Cruz.
-_-
"FOO, I'm fuckin TIRED"
"So? It'll be fun foo. Dont trip."
-_-
I end up losing the battle of words and we decide to make our way down highway 17 and onto Santa Cruz.
Santa Cruz was dope.
We parked at a nearby motel and Melvyn brought out his football.
We started playing catch when I slip on something and twist my ankle (-_-).
Some wack shit.
We start walking towards the Boardwalk when Dennis gets a pack of stoges.
Coo Coo.
At the beach, we met two friendly homeless men who have been sleeping on the beach for a couple of days. I smell marijuana and ask them if they're smoking some. I get a resounding 'Fuck Yeah'.
Homeless people in Santa Cruz these days...
We go up to the wharf where we see the people fishing. Some sea lions were popping out of the surface of the ocean. I thought that was cute.
BTW
"The wonderful thing about tiggers is tiggers are wonderful things. Their tops are made out of rubber, their bottoms are made out of springs. They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy, funfunfunfunfun! But the most wonderful thing about tiggers is I'm the only one! I'm the only one."
I'd thought I share this with my followers and blog-readers and stalkers and creeps.
=)
Anyways, we find out that its already 11......
So Dennis drives like a maniac and we make it back to San Jose in 20 minutes where Melvyn decides he wants mothafucken Wingstop.
WTF MELVYN
WINGSTOP?!?!
REALLY NOW?!?!?!!?!?!!
WHEN ITS GONNA TAKE LIKE A MILLION HOURS TO GET TO SCHOOL?
shit..
We end up going..
some bullshit
But the damn wings were so fuckin delicious.
omg.
"orgasmic" as my fellow blogger David Gay-briel put it.
After Wingstop, we book it to school where we split up and I look for my sister's room. I gave her her sandwich from Main St. Bagel and head straight to stats class. Luckily, I'm not marked late. FSHO mr. Enriquez!
After school was track. Some whack track. My ankle hurt. Wait, that was an understatement. It felt as if tornadoes filled with sharp needles and glass shards were fighting with the delicate tendons that hold my ankle together.
WACK
After track was school.
Homework.
Some jeopardy.
Imma shower and then phone hopefully
=)