karaokejihad

i start school in about a month. and i can't find my trapper-keeper.

i've been at my parents' cabin for a week. i was starting to go crazy, so i got really drunk and went to the annual street dance. i went by myself(my parents own a coffee shop there(one of about 5 businesses in town) so i try to behave), and tried to just chill. the town is full of hicks and seasonal people that have boats or cabins there, so to curb the boredom i usually just drink more. the only people that wanted to talk to me at all were a pack of teenage girls, annoying, but i didn't have any bear hunting stories to share with the rest of the clientele, so i made do. then i went inside and sat down at the bar, and eventually gave a rather shining polemic of my polictical views(democratic, mind you), and was kindly informed that my type gits there asses beat round here. i wasn't too offended, but i said i didn't have all that much else to talk about. the music conversation was short lived.
then the girls come in and want me to eat cake at the marina. i said i'd be down there later. i secretly think the whole bunch was trying to seduce me.
after drinking until close, and taking a stealth poop by the highway, i found a fire going on the beach and slept there for awhile.
it sucked, but at least i was less notorious than last year.

ever drank that rockstar stuff? tastes like red bull, but there's more in a can. i drank two on the way home today, as i nearly fell asleep while driving several times.

people from northern wisconsin have a hilarious accent. MUCH worse than the famous fargo accent. not all of them, but a certain number may have the worst accent of all time.