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Last night I had 2 cars in Peoria. My old Graytona and my new Jeep. I had to deliver my Graytona back to my parents, but getting back to my place wasn't figured out yet. Luckily, I'm a genius and figured this whole thing out.

Fabish bought a car from my dad, who seems to be selling all my friends cars now. It was still at my parent's house. So, I was going to drive me and Fabish out to my parent's, leave the Graytona, pick up the Rustang, and go back home. Done and done.

While out at my house, we decide to stop by Fabish's parent's house for some food. We eat some shrimp (even though we could have gotten wings from Garner's for $3/lb.) and peas and a potato.

I went back to my place and checked my machine. I had a message from Amanda.

Now, you may remember Amanda from that nurses party I had at my place for Angie. She was the one who kept jamming her tongue in my mouth and tried to sleep with me. Anyway, since that party, my cell phone has been missing. I don't really want to get into the big long story of what I had to do to track it down, but it doesn't matter anyway. She was the one who took it.

Her roommates tell me that when she drinks, she totally blacks out and doesn't remember anything. I think she saw my cell phone on the counter and took it, thinking it was hers. She made 2 phone calls, totaling $0.48, then kept the phone for more than a month. Then she drove it back to me and dropped it off. Hardly anything a criminal would do.

Plus she was wearing glasses when she dropped it off, and looked very cute. I thought about inviting her in again.

Later Mullens and Angie came over, and we watched Temptation Island, drank beer, ate pizza, then when Alan came home, I left and he entertained them til they left. Whenever that was.

Tonight was supposed to be the night I went out with Barb. Instead, I will be cleaning out my Camaro and getting her ready to sell. If I get done early enough, I'll be going to see What Women Want with Angie, who has been wanting to see that movie forever now. And that's it.

Oh, I also had this really weird dream last night.

It seemed like I was at a concert. I was hanging out with Carson Daly, Kid Rock, and the late Joe C. There was one group attacking another group, and the group that was being attacked was building a wall rather than fighting back. As the people attacked, the more passive group just started building faster and faster, until they had completely surrounded themselves by this wall, and the more aggressive group left. with nothing else to watch, I left the room.

I went into an attached room in which people were preparing for a play. I looked up to the stage and saw Missy. She was wearing black lipstick, and it was obvious she was in the play I was about to watch. She came over and we made small talk. I saw some friends walk in. I didn't know these people, but knew they were friends of mine. I was ashamed to be talking to her, so I tried to leave but she wouldn't let me. Finally the play was starting, so I wished her good luck and sat down.

As she walked out on to the stage, she tripped, and I found that very funny. I couldn't stop laughing. Everyone in the audience staring at me, and I kept laughing more and more. Finally Missy got me to shut up, asking me why I was mad. I explained to her that I was never mad at her, until she asked why I was mad. I threw something at her and stormed out.

I walked back into the big arena where the fighting had been going on. The more passive group was now ripping down the walls they had just built because the aggressors were gone. They were carrying on and having a good time, but they stopped when they realized I was watching them. As I left the room to go outside, I saw the aggressive group running back in.

Then I woke up to, you guessed it, a Kid Rock song on the radio. Weird, no?

This weekend was non-stop action and adventure.

Friday night I went home for about 20 minutes before going to Fabish's to meet everyone for Tim Callahan's 21st birthday dinner. We all meet and head out to the restaurant. There was about 8 guys, and we all just goofed around, drank beer, and were general jack asses in public. Afterwards we went back to Fabish's apartment, drank more beer, and watched VH1. At about 9:30 it was time to meet more guys at a local bar, and then it was time to head to the downtown bars.

So, first we go to Gorman's, which is right next to where everyone lives. It's a bar, but they're very tolerant of fake IDs, so there's quite a few under age people there, and most of the people I was with were underage.

At about 11:30, those of us old enough were going to head downtown. There weren't many of us old enough, so most of them stayed at Gorman's. We hit Jimmy's, then Gilligan's. At Gilligan's I impressed everyone by rapping with House of Pain and Eminem.

Afterwards some of us went down to Big Al's, which is the strip club. It was me and 3 other guys, 2 of which had just turned 21 and were horribly drunk. Me and the other guy were almost sober, so we weren't having as great a time as they were, despite having naked women dancing around us. It was still a lot of fun.

Come 4:30 it was time to go home. A designated driver from the other group came to pick us up, because somewhere along the line we had lost our other driver. We wandered around looking for his car, since he hadn't driven it down there, and finally found it. One of the guys was going to puke... I could see it coming. I was trying to get him to puke while we were walking around finding the car. The guy could barely stand up and one of my friends had to drag him along. He wouldn't puke. Finally we find the car and start driving home. I looked over at him, and I could tell he was trying not to vomit all over the car. Thankfully, by the time they got to my place, he still hadn't puked. I talked to one of my other friends in the car the next day, and apparently he made it about 2 blocks before puking all over the car after I got out.

I went to bad at around 4:45, and at 9:30 the next morning I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. I laid there for 2 hours before giving up and facing the day. I wanted to look at Jeeps that day, so I got ready and went out to my car. As I walked out of my apartment I had a "Dude, where's my car?" moment. I just stood there with my keys in my hand but my car was nowhere in sight. I knew I hadn't driven it downtown... Finally I realized I had driven it to Fabish's before dinner the night before. I had to walk over to Fabish's, then go pick up Angie, then go to all the dealerships.

Every single car salesman assumed we were married. At first we explained to them we were just friends, but after 3 dealers, just gave up. We were engaged for the day. It was funny to listen to the salesmen say things like "The seat goes forward, so your kids can get in and out easily."

We found a few good deals, and today at lunch I'll make them an offer on one of them.

After the car hunt, we ate dinner at Avanti's, then saw Sam Raimi's "The Gift", which was great. Angie made me go to Brimfield's Homecoming. I won't get into how much I hate Brimfield and why, but let's just say I wasn't pleased about going. I tried not to complain much, but it was very, very hard not to. It sucked.

By 10:30 I was ready to go to sleep. I hadn't slept much the night before and was just dead tired. My roommate was having people over to drink and watch movies, but I wasn't up for it. I went to sleep early.

Sunday me and my dad hit a few more dealerships looking for Jeeps without being annoyed by salesmen. Angie and her roommate Marissa made me dinner and we watched Simpsons before I finally went home.

I was still pretty tired and wanted to get to bed semi-early. At about 10:30 I went to sleep and about 11 a party started right above me. I tried to ignore it, but couldn't. I slept in my gameroom on my loveseat until 4 am. It sucked and now my back is killing me. I couldn't get to sleep again after that, and laid there for a long time doing nothing. I thought about drinking myself to sleep. That's how tired I was.

So, now I'm tired and my back is killing me. And I'm at work. With stuff to do today. And it sucks. And I'm buying a Jeep today.

And that was my weekend.

I got home last night and listened to my answering machine. I had one message from Brice. It said something like "Yeah, I was just wondering.. if you're gonna be in this part of town tonight, I was wondering if you could drop off my CDs and DVDs I loaned you. Thanks." I thought this was a weird message, as if we were breaking up or something. It had been a while since I'd hung out with Brice, so my tolerance level was back up to an acceptable point. I invited him to East Peoria to see if I could find the "Auto Mall". Unfortunately I try to avoid East Peoria like the plague and I had no idea where the Auto Mall was. So, we drove around for quite a while before giving up.

I feel so bad for the kid. I don't really feel especially comfortable in posting what he told me for the whole world to see, but the poor guy is in a world of hurt and doesn't know how to get out of it. I kept saying the wrong things, and I know my jokes made him feel worse. He just felt so sorry for himself, and I hate it when people do that. Finally I broke down and started yelling at him. I just told him to snap out of it, and that he DID have friends, but he just annoyed the shit of them. Just because someone is your friend doesn't mean you have to see them every single day. I don't see my friends every single day, and they don't see me. Brice just doesn't ever leave you alone, so people get sick of him. My tolerance level for the kid is really high, and I'm pretty far over the edge right now.

Anyway.

So, me and Brice drove around East Peoria for a good 45 minutes to no avail, gave up, and ate at KFC. It was gross. I went home and started painting. I got a lot accomplished, actually. Dave called at about 9:30 asking if he could come over. I said he could, but probably should have said no. It distracted me enough that I got out of my mode, and dropped my paintbrush, full of paint, right onto one of the finished sections of the painting. To make matters worse, it was black paint. To make them even more worse, I dropped it right onto the only light section of the painting, that contained mostly yellows, light oranges, and white. It will take many many layers to correct.

Damn it.

Well, he basically just wanted me to buy him beer, which I did. Then he went on his way. And then I ate some Smarties and went to sleep. And that was my night.

And now I have a new anonymous person posting comments in my journal about Pearl Jam. I think we need more of that.