Killer Cars

My short term memory shut off this weekend. I….

• Forgot to copy a number off of my citizenship papers
• Forgot to wash the shirt that I was wearing, therefore not achieving the “all clean clothes” mentalilty
• Forgot to pay my cell phone bill
• Forgot to fully check out these new shoes I bought, even though I tried them on at a brightly lit store. Apparently the shoes were not the same finish and had different insole material, but I totally missed it the first time
• Forgot my ATM card in the ATM slot
• Almost forgot about the $2.00 northbound NH toll
• Forgot to buy beer for the long weekend
• Forgot to call friends
• Forgot to do grocery shopping
• Forgot to clean my room

With many other things in the way that I surely completely forgotten. But that doesn’t mean the weekend was a blur.

It started off with Thursday being hellaciously long and boring. I was the only one in the apartment going home and when it was time to leave, I didn’t sacrifice any time. I found Katie’s pink penis as I was moving my laundry to the car, and on the ride down I made Lauren listen to 2 hours of country. When I got home, my brother’s computer was acting up and I was stuck without any internet. Instead of completely freaking out, I watched some old videos and went to bed at an earlier time than I normally would.

I awoke at noon the next day for a haircut, and my mom took me out to apply for a passport. She then had me drive through the streets of Providence, going into our old neighborhoods where we used to live and picking up some Chinese food to go. I took a long nap after the food and went to the Providence Place mall and watched Team America. After that, back at home I watched the first Star Wars that I recently got on DVD. I also used this time to do laundry and it kept me up pretty late into the morning.

After sleeping way into the afternoon, I watched The Empire Strikes Back while contemplating going back to school. There wasn’t much going on and I wanted to be back to do work the next day. After the movie and getting my tires looked at, I took a sidetrip to the mall before heading back to Durham. I got in late after the game and got in touch with Marissa, and later had her back with some friends to play some ‘ruit.

And I didn’t intend for a water fight to happen but it did. I don’t think I started it but the night ended with water all over everybody. I was drunk and didn’t realize most of the stuff that was going on, but a sober watcher would have said, “it was every man for himself and you guys just took water and went crazy on each other”. But we all thought it was fun considering there are 3 sinks in our apartment and the enormous array of keg cups that were lying around from the game. I would like to do it again, but I’m sure there is someone who absolutely fears water.

One of the things that keeps fascinating me about being home in RI is how much bigger/busier things are when you really consider it. It first struck me when on that first night back I considered hitting up the many strip clubs down the street. The idea sounded pathetic and I ultimately put it to the burner, even though there were considerably hot looking female patrons outside waiting to go in. Then, at the salon when I was getting my haircut, it was busier than its look would tell you. After, the search for the central post office in RI had me and my mom a little lost in Providence for a building that looks like an airport terminal on the outside, but was hard for us to find because we took the whole way on side streets. Still, when we were driving through our old neighborhoods, I was so suprised at all the stop and go traffic and how my mom didn’t flinch when somebody tried to hit us every two minutes. At the mall, even the size of the movie screen suprised me because here I was up 6 stories from the ground, and the screen was bigger than any of the screens in Newington. Of course, the novelty wears off once you settle back in, but for the moment it felt weird.

Sometime Sunday, it was decided who I was going to be for Halloween. Some of you might already know, but for those that don’t, then you’ll enjoy the looks on everyone’s faces. I already know it is going to turn alot of heads. I’m hosting a party that night at my apartment and the turnout will be huge. Even if nobody shows up, you don’t want to miss what I have planned. What this means is, next Friday the 29th is a

CAN’T MISS FOR FEAR OF BEING UNCOOL SOCIAL EVENT OF THE MONTH PARTY!

Dress up, it’s a celebration bitches.

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