Shout out to all of you who know what that means! That weekend in Chicago was when I decided to become a billionaire. I think I might only have a thousand dollars to my name today, and that's only because I overdrew and got some parental help... The night I first talked about the famous grouse was the first night we wrote out a list and asked who was committed. To those who understand what the fuck I'm talking about... those were the days!
Shout out to Dave Homan! Shout out to T Smith! Shout out to Podo who is for sure reading this! Shout out to the fam! Everyone should hit me up "bzeezy" on AIM I'm trying to shoot the shit. Got the TV installed. Cleaned my apartment. Turned my kitchen into a greenhouse (no weed plants unfortunately). The Brewers lost but they were up against some amazing pitching from the Phillies. Sabathia will take it home tonight for sure.
Just straight chillin right now. Fixin up the spot. Bought a dartboard. more memories of the E.G. emerge. That wasn't even that long ago. Wow. Where will we be 20 years from now? Probly wasted as shit trying not to fall off of the yacht. That'll be the day.
Freaked out when I couldn't work out the wires on the TV. Wierd ass shit. Finally got it to work through trial and error. The TV is cool but there is absolutely no HD programming here, so it is a bit of a waste. Financially, my 800 bucks was well spent, I can for sure sell it to another American teacher for at least 3-400 in 2 years if that's when I leave here. Who knows if I ever will? I love the Mil, just hate the weather, wish I could move the whole Mil over here where there is money and public transportation and jobs. Too bad we don't have the Brewers or the Packers here though. At least there is cheap likka.
Going to Hong Kong the day after tomorrow. I'm excited. Sorry, nothing profound today, but today was just another day when I took care of business and got shit done around my small as apartment.
