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I hate to say this, but I must get this out.
Fight Night sucked this time around.
There were more people which should have been a good thing but the fights didn’t start until after 1:00 and I told Erika I would be home by 2:30. The fights were mostly weak, with a few exceptions. The heavyweight match this time was again brutal. That was about it. Kaylen, the guy I work with punk’d out. He didn’t even show. I was overall dissapointed. I still had a good time with Bret, Will, James, and Michelle. Richard and the gang never showed up. Dissapointment ensues.

I just saw a commercial on television that reminded me of something that happened to me when I was about 14 years old. As it were, at the time, I had a small acne problem. Nothing major, just the average middles school growing pain. Something we all have gone through. But this commercial I saw was for acne. Clearing your skin, in an easy to use, highly marketed, bottle of cream.
My mom bought me one of those “complete skin care” sets. I can’t remember the name of it, but I know it wasn’t a commercial, rather an infomercial she found it on, and decided to purchase for my excessivly oily, neglected skin. Proactive, that was the name of the product. The proactive system. A set of 5 different skin cleaners and acne killers. My mom, brought this to me after it came in the mail, and I felt nothing but hatred towards her. The only thing I can remember from that is me thinking, “how in the hell could you do this shit to me?” I hated her for that so much so, that now, I can’t even really remember why or how that hatred was brought about, other than her buying that product for me in the first place.
I took the box it came in, and threw it out of my room, through the air until it eventually reached the apex of its accent and began to fall downwards toward the wooden floor where it hit and slid across the living room. Every time I see a product like that, I always think of how mad I was to receive such a “gift.” A gift that says, “You don’t know how to take care of yourself, so I am going to have to do it for you.”
Thanks mom, thanks alot.

From the ususal quirkiness that happens on this journal, I am calming down unto just giving the facts of events that have previously taken place. In fact, to be more specific, they happend this weekend, but who’s counting?

For those of you who did not partake last weekend’s festivities,(and believe me, that is a lot of you) overall, I must say it was good. There are so many stories I could tell. You know like the time we went out on the boat to find chimney rock only to not find it, turn around, and get stuck in the middle of the lake because the battery died. Yeah that was a fun one.

What about the time when we were really drunk doing backflips off the railing on the pier? Again, lovely times. I personally like just the feeling of being out on the lake and having the wind cross my face as a I lay on the boat. But thats just me.

I am going to go now, I have a lot of stuff to do, but I will finish this later, oh yes, later.

As talked about here this weekend is the lake house party. Once again, if you can see this, you are invited. Please respond to this so I know who is coming and how I can figure out how in the hell we are going to get there.

Oh, and just in case you didn’t know. This is a BYOB event. I am trying to get up some money now for dinner and breakfast, if you are willing to chip in, let a brotha’ know!

Today has been a very productive day in my eyes. To start things off, I got to sleep in late. Then, breakfast was made and let me tell you, there is nothing better than a sausage omlette. After breakfast and cleaning up a tad, Erika and I headed off to the see Jeremy at the Bell Building Downtown as you see here on the right. It was the first meeting of the Montgomery Street Sene staff I guess you could say. Who knows what this is going to turn into, but the way I see it, it going to be the newsletter of downtown. Events, places, people, poetry, art, news… I could go on, but with this much content, one must learn to contain one’s self.

After meeting with Jeremy and Joi at the bell building, Erika and I headed back to the apartment. I was called by my dad to help him get the fish tank’s filter working again. So we headed that way and got to see my parents today. A welcome surprise. It only took me about a minute to fix the filter, but I knew it wouldn’t take long. I really went as an excuse to see my mom. I haven’t seen her in a week. Over the last year it seems that my view time of her has gone down considerably. Funny, when I was living with her, I never wanted to see her quite as much. Now I feel like to don’t see her enough.

We got back around 6:00 or so, and I began to study for my finals. I guess around 8:00 I made dinner and we watched 21 grams. I haven’t made up my mind as to what I think about that film just yet. But I will say the first 30 minutes just seem like piecemeal. Hard to put together. We’ll see.