I have the greatest best friend in the world.
This is him.
His name is Buddy.

Well, early this morning, he decided it would be funny and amusing to spend about an hour making his Facebook profile look EXACTLY LIKE MINE. And when I say “exactly”, I mean pretty damn close to my profile. For example, here’s my profile, right here.

Now, here’s “his” profile.

He took my profile picture, a few photos to tag me in, all of my interests, my bio, my favorite artists, movies, and even my goddamn name. And he posted a few statuses in a funny attempt to ridicule me:

At first, I was a little angry, but this passed in about three seconds as I laughed my ass off. It got even better when he started to post things on the walls of my friends.





Even my girlfriend’s wall, who I don’t think has read this yet:

And like I said, everything was pretty identical, except for two things. For one, he could try to fake being in a relationship, but it only showed Emily on my profile, not his. The other difference was found in his interests.

This trolling has brought such a smile to my face.
Day 3 – Monday, December 13th
Skating adventure today! I skated to Carter because I needed my transcript for college, because, apparently, my school doesn’t have my transcript… ANYWAY. I was also pissed the hell off, because while I was sleeping at Buddy’s, someone thought it’d be cute to go in my room at home and take my snack stash.
MOM.
Seriously. That was just ridiculous. Not to mention Geaquari waking up earlier than everyone else and deciding to change the wallpaper on my phone and tweeting something homosexual from it.
Urgh.
Anyway, I skated up to the school. Dope. Told Terry not to leave before I got there, so I could say hey. Well, a simple “hey” turned into… THE FIRST BUS TRIP OF THE WINTER WOOOOOO!!! Hella dope. And I went to see Fergins. As always, he was just THRILLED to see me…
I also took his car keys, and could have actually gotten away with taking his car, but I gave them back to him fairly quickly. Still got some lulz out of it.
So, Terry and I went to grab mah transcript, I saw Ms. Carter (<3), and we were out dat hoe. We hopped on the (22) and got to the (10), to get to the (82), which I think is a bus I’d never taken before. With its stupid hourly frequency, I understand why. But, luckily, we didn’t have to wait that long. And the time was passed with Game Boy Color action.
A lot of dudes kept starin’ at Terry and her purple (they’re really blue, don’t let her bullshit you) shorts, showin’ dat ass. She told me I needed to “regulate”, but I was too busy laughing. First stop was Costco, and was kinda decided on in the moment, since she had her brother’s old, expired Costco card.
We got in, easy-peasy.
AND WE HIT UP EVERY SAMPLE TABLE. Like, mostly, the bus trip was to quell the hunger living inside our bellies, so Terry wanted to go to some place called Tio’s or something, but after Costco, I wasn’t really looking for more food, lofl. No wonder I weigh, like, 87 pounds. Though, Terry did say I was gaining weight, and I don’t think she knows how happy that made me.
Right, so… Costco. We ate some stuff. I have a picture of every sample I got, so maybe I’ll upload those later. And we actually ran into Nehala, who works (or worked, probably, by now, lofl) there. And she was at the orange juice table, telling us how her current pitcher would just be thrown away if she didn’t give it all away by 5:00.
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.
We drank our asses off. I mean, if each cup of orange juice was, like, vodka, we would have puked out our lungs and died by the end of it. But, we finished it. And we left the table like bosses, while Nehala told other families and shoppers that they were all out. Bahaha! Destroyin’ the system, one sample table at a time.
After Costco, we strolled over to Tio’s, where Terry bought some carne asada fries for us, which would have been more bomb if I wasn’t already full of Costco samples and orange juice. But, I got to save the rest of the fries because Terry is so nice and sweet and awesome. Yeah!
Then, it got dark. NO.
Instead of chasing buses, we decided to just wait at Mimi’s until we could figure something out. So we went through our phone contacts list, calling everyone in three groups:
1. People who were cool and totally would be down to pick us up from some random place.
2. People who might not be cool, but still had cars and, hell, why not?
3. WHY THE FUCK ARE WE CALLING THEM!?
I don’t remember everyone that we called, but I do remember that Blake, Saadz, Porkchop, Scooter, and even Katie were in the clump. I tried calling Fergins too, but he, like always, didn’t answer. Tried calling Joseph, but she was getting a haircut or something, so I said never mind. Surprisingly enough, Steph came to pick us up. And I didn’t even notice her car come up to Mimi’s, because I was skateboard sledding at the time.
Skateboard sledding is my new favorite pastime. You essentially just start skating, then sit down on the skateboard and coast downhill.
Gotta try that mess at Chaffey or CSUSB soon.
Anyway, we got back, safe and sound, I thanked Steph for the ride with sixpence and a goat, and went inside my house.
Joseph called.
I told her that I was already home safely, and I didn’t need a ride.
“Oh, you’re home then?”
Fuck.
“Umm… Yeah?”
“M’kay. :3″
She didn’t say “colon three” out loud, but I knew that’s what she would have. And, sure enough, in a few minutes’ time, Joseph was outside my house, along with Cassie. I said hello, chatted weirdly for a few minutes as she just stared at me. I don’t want to use the word “gaze”, because “stared” is just the right amount of weird, and I don’t want to overdo it, but I quickly thought, hey, maybe I should give her the bass amp while she’s here.
So I did. Along with a strap and a cable, I packed them in her car. And, from there, I… didn’t know what else there was, so I kinda just went back into my house.
But geez, that was a big mistake. I really, REALLY miss my bass amp. Now I ain’t got nothing to blast my tunes on… That’s essentially everything from today.
Geez, that was long. Will every day be this long?
Day 2 – Sunday, December 12th
This day is pretty much known as Geaquari Day, because around… noon, possibly? Yeah, around noon, he asked me if I was home, and I told him that I was, but I was naked.
“Stay naked,” he said. Well, whatever. I did, actually. And I would have stayed naked until he arrived, if he hadn’t taken so damn long. Geaquari was skating, not driving, which I hadn’t really thought about. So, anyway, he got here, and we just kinda kicked it for… yeah, half of a day, ha ha. We Tumblr’d a bit, or a LOT, really. Watched funny shit online. Skated to liquor stores to get stuff like snackies and Monsters. Umm… I don’t remember what else. We called Terry on Skype, and while he talked to her, I skated to the store to get some Coke.
I was in a total Coke mood.
Coke is delicious.
I don’t remember crap from this day. Geaquari did spill a whole bunch of Coke on his pants trying to bust a “Napoleon Dynamite”. Funny as hell. So I let him wear some of my pants. He also got me with a damn personal jynx, and I couldn’t talk for a good ten minutes.
Painful.
Buddy picked us up, and we played Brawlsies. THAT was funny.
“What’s up, dawg? TAKE A TORNADO.” – Geaquari, OVER… and OVER… and OVER…
“I STUNNED MYSELF WITH MY OWN FUCKIN’ NUT!!” – Buddy, after being frustrated from stunning himself with his own nut.
Buddy and I also Luigi Uppercutted Geaquari’s Bowser at the same time, so I half-expected the TV to just implode and collapse upon itself, and we’d have to find something else to do.
It was a good day.
Day 1 – Saturday, December 11th
I said that I’d blog every single day of my winter break, and… Hey! There’s a little task for my WordPress! You know, since I don’t really use it anymore. It’ll be sort of like my online diary journal captain’s log. So, I finally got around to historianizing the last few days, probably forgetting some crucial details.
I’ve just been lazy. SO! Here are the first few days of my winter break, starting with Day 1.
Day 1 – Saturday, December 11th
My family and I left Stockton, I drove 400 miles, we sang Barry Manilow songs in the car. Pretty legit. Got home, cleaned my room, and Buddy came over. We drove Paul over by Baker’s, and Buddy and I just kicked it in the parking lot, acting stupid, as usual. He punched a sign, I think. I remember his hand hurting from something that had to do with a sign. I love my sweater. Black sweater. From American Eagle. They’ve got some bomb sweaters.
The rest of the night was spent mostly watching “You Laugh, You Lose” videos on YouTube. We had a contest to see who could watch the most without lauging, and I won by just ONE. And we played this game called “One Chance” which is too depressing for words.
TOO. DEPRESSING. FOR. WORDS.
I don’t remember anything else.
