The adventures of Shaun — a man revered as a god in some ancient cultures.
Well, it’s Monday.
It’s been an interesting weekend, I must say. Really, the fun times started on Thursday, so that’s where I’ll begin.
Jacki and I were alone that night because we thought Jason was working. It turns out he really wasn’t, but we didn’t find that out until we were well into the evening and could do little about it. Although he said he couldn’t have come anyway, we still felt bad about leaving him behind, so I would like to take a second and formally say, “Sorry Jason.”
To anyone else, the night would have been a complete waste of time, but for Jacki and I, the night was pretty fun, albeit pointless. We started out going to the mall because we had nothing better to do. Once we arrived, we stayed there with enough time for Jacki to grab a mango smoothie. Then, we went to see what was playing at the cheap seats. Really, there was nothing, but both of us were pretty excited to see that Blade: Trinity had stopped playing.
Aside: There is an inside joke about Blade: Trinity. For the last few months this movie has been playing at the cheap seats. Whenever we went to look for another movie to watch, there B:T was, mocking us. Eventually, Jacki and I decided that this movie must be the bread and butter of the movie theater. In fact, all the other films could start rolling to an empty house and the theater could still make a hefty profit off Blade: Trinity. Truly, I hate this movie.
So, no movies were playing. I should rephrase that: no good movies were playing. Oh yes, there were certainly movies we could watch, but none worth spending $2.50 on.
After that, we drove around for a hundred years. We had a few stops, one was was the the Mound in Dayton. It’s a large Inidian Burial Mound that has a park built around it. Nothing like another culture’s sacred ground for a park, I suppose. It’s at one of the highest points in Dayton, so you can quite literally see for miles around on top of it—especially since Dayton is for the most part flat. The best part of the driving around, though, had to be the many funny things that were said.
I don’t remember a lot of them, unfortunately, but they were pretty freakin’ awesome.
On Friday, there were some other things done that I do not remember at all. Also, the same goes for Saturday. I DO remember Sunday though; Jason, Jacki and I were excited because the weather was wonderful. I think Jason did an excellent job of recapping the day in his new and improved Xanga site. In fact, I would like to take this moment to give Jason a plug for his new site: http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=jrod1544. BEFORE you go and read about Sunday though (you’ll have to scroll down a few entries to see it), I would like to make a few notes:
1) It’s very difficult to see how my walking stick looks like a medieval torture device from Jason’s picture, but it really did. At the top there were pointed ends all around it. I could’ve stabbed a man in the heart with it.
2) I love mannequin hands.
3) In the picture of Jacki and I on the floating dock, I am making Jacki answer a riddle before she can pass. OK—I didn’t actually make her answer a riddle. In fact, I didn’t even ask her one. I wish I had though. That has to count for something, eh?
Now, go look at Jason’s site, but don’t forget to come back and finish this.
After all that, we played Trivial Pursuit. It was exciting. Then, Jacki and I watched two movies and went for a walk at 12:30 at night. It was fun and very suspicous-looking. That was my day though. In a few minutes, we are all going to go to the bookstore and have a wonderful, exciting, and wonderful time. Perhaps there will be hot chicks.
Probably not…
I have to say that this entry is rather deceiving. I was all set to read one thing (as based on by your title) only to find that you merely went to the park. Nothing wrong with the park, but you could at least rolled down that hill again. (Aside: Then you could say you rolled one and got high all in one fell deceitful swoop.)
Other than that the pictures on Jason’s site were great. I didn’t leave him any comments — I don’t think he remembers me anyhow. But you can pass the compliment on.
I would like to take this opportunity to formally accept your apology. Ok, I tried like thirty times to spell that properly, and it still looks wrong. Sorry that I am a failure. Also, tell Maria that I DO remember her. Who could forget that her house is a set for a horror movie?
I would like to concur with Maria and state clearly and for the record that I am disappointed. Damn you and your control of the English language.
Secondly, expect people armed with various sharp implements generally reserved for sport to arrive at your house and do horrible things to your person with them. I hate to be the bearer of foul news, but this can be remedied by you coming here and fighting. At least you have an out. And don’t say that no one warned you.
I must wholeheartedly agree with Nikolai - we will come hunt you down if you don’t come to us!!
shaun- weirdest thing.
i was just sitting here and i popped every single knuckle.
even the little ones.
and it was QUITE satisfying.
great.
look what you’ve created.