Apparently, last night Michael Mann and his buddy Spielberg wanted to do a remake of
"The Perfect Storm"
Last night was ridiculous, 60 mph winds, a torrential down pour, a lightning show that would straight doo-doo on the fireworks show at Disney Land, and thunder that made grown men cry for they're mothers
Apparently there were rolling black out and power was in and out all over town, which leads to...
NO SCHOOL THE NEXT DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I woke up and it looked like the scene in Twister after the tornado hit
Trash, tree branches, and I thought I saw a cow stuck in a tree(HYPERBOLE)
But I call Matt, and I'm bugging because I had studied for a test and did a project the day before
And he was like "There is no school"
And I SPAZZ (Like N*E*R*D, just much more happier)
SO...(damn I'm using a LOT of all capital words)
I venture off to Matt's house
We slothed it out to day
Chilling, working on beats and playing PS3 all day
Then Zane comes over all late, just yaking away about his new girlfriend
That took up like 15-20 minutes
And we played b-ball out in Matt's backyard
If I have yet to fill you in on anything detrimental to the story is that Matt's house is HUGE
Any who, we play ball, Zane recorded this wack video of him trying to dunk...
I put my keys down to shoot around, because you know...
I'm ill with the pill
And by the time it is ready to vamoose(Matt had soccer practice)
I can't find my keys
And here is a historical note to those who read the blog and don't know me
I don't have the best history with keys
But it took me and Matt (a.k.a. CSI) like twenty minutes to find said keys
But now I am home, I found them of course
Yet I really need to send off my father's day gift
Can you say Ralph Lauren Bow ties
I knew I got my addiction from somewhere
Peace and One Love
The Thought Bubble chills out on off days
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