I'm Having Trouble Tryin' to Sleep

So I've got Green Day on shuffle right now, it's late at night, and Brain Stew just came on and made me awake, so it's time for me to post. If I recall correctly, I haven't posted since we were on-air with our good friend Charles on After Midnight on 98.7 WQME in Anderson. If I have posted about that, forgive me, but I'm too lazy to look. Anyway, that was a blast and turned an awesome day into an even better night. Josh and I both loved it and it was the most fun we've had in a very long time. We want to thank Charlie a whole bunch for letting us on. It was a blast.

In other news, I've become a big fan of posting video messages on Facebook walls (I swear I'm not trying to be KG). It's just a lot of fun. I'm not sure why I like it so much, but I do. I've also become a big fan of MLB Gameday, because it saves my life sometime when the Braves aren't on TV, which is always.

Speaking of the Braves, they are still awesome. Not as awesome recently (because letting a 7-game lead be cut to a 2-game lead kind of pisses some fans off), but still awesome nonetheless. Unfortunately, Kris Medlen's arm died last night (which is something I'm not very upset about because...) so Mike Minor (ex-Commodore) wil be brought up from the AAA Gwinett Braves. So that'll be fun.

Also, girls and guys, don't drink. You look stupid and trashy when you do. Just sayin'.

I ran across this blog a couple days ago and it's been dominating my life lately. Czech it out. It's called Blame it on the Voices. Although I know absolutely nothing about it, it's still awesome and hilarious and will make you laugh, I guarantee it.

Also something I've become a fan of is Netflix. Nowhere else can I watch an entire season of The Office, an entire season of Weeds, and an entire season of Entourage, four full seasons of Say Yes to the Dress (There you go, Kathy), as well as The Human Centipede in the same day, for less than 30 cents. It's pretty awesome and totally worth it, so I suggest that you invest.

Anyway, I'm not sure if Joshua covered this or not (too lazy to look, again), but he's been away at gayboy camp and I think he actually gets back Saturday. But I'm not sure and totally that's a shitty thing for a best friend to not know, but I don't know. But I do miss him a lot so however gay that sounds, it's true.

So, not to make this some super un-interesting post (which they all are, I guess), but I had a very very good day today, thanks to my good friends Ali Ward and Sydney Moore. It's not like much happened, but it was cool I guess. Let me tell you about it.

(I just realized [have realized a whole lot of times, actually] that I never write about anything useful or interesting, and for that I apologize. Thanks for reading, anyway)

It all started off around 2 pm, when they came and picked me up in Ali's sweet ride. It was cool I guess. We then went to the bank and stuff and were trying to this of cool stuff to do. We all arrived at the conclusion that we were hungry, so we went to Bella's Pizzeria  Pizzaria. We went to Bella's. After about 15 minutes of Ali and I waiting for our food while we watched Sydney devour a slice and four breadsticks like an italian Kobayashi, I finally got to sink my teeth into my two slices of deep-dish pepperoni(not really deep-dish. I'll explain in a second). Well, almost.

As I got up to go get a butter knife to cut my pizza, I bumped into my large fruit punch and sent it tumbling to the ground, creating a 15-way river in the cracks between the floor tiles that was as awesome as it sounds. The only not-awesome thing was having my foot stuck to my flip-flop by the fruity, red heaven-juice. That was driving me to the brink of insanity. But I stood strong.

After I finished my not-so-deep-dish pepperoni (oh yeah, I said I'd explain that).

In the world, on Wikipedia, but mostly in Chicago (I'm eyeballing, I've never been there), deep-dish pizza has a buttery crust up to three inches tall at the edge, slightly higher than the large amounts of cheese and chunky tomato sauce, acting as a large bowl. At Bellas, a deep-dish pizza has a dry, slightly burnt crust only an inch and a half tall (trust me, I measured), acting as a bed for the tablespoon of tomato sauce, paper-thin layer of cheese, and three pepperoni per slice. For the average deep-dish fan, Bella's deep-dish pepperoni is kind of a boner killer, if you know what I mean. Not to trash them or anything, because this is the first less-than-satisfactory experience I've had there, but it was just bad.

Also, whatever Ali got looked like some old mad had injected his seed onto a pile of rotten spinach (sorry, Al), and wrapped it in bread, so don't get that either.

After that, we went to Goodwill and that was cool and all. I bought a book called I'm a Stranger Here Myself by Bill Bryson. That seems exciting, so I'll post something about that whenever I finish it, which should be fairly soon.

So anyway, after that, we came back to my house, watched Dear Jack, played some indoor soccer, watched The Crack Fox (if there's no other link you click on today, you MUST click on this one. Please. You will not regret it), and went on an adventure around Lapel, so that was fun I guess. Also, Ali threw up in my kitchen like 17 times so that was also awesome. Ask her about her tap-dancing, too. And ask me for my 'Butter with Macaroni on the side' recipe as well.

That's about all, but it was a pretty sweet day, in my opinion. Definitely better than the past couple ones have been.

Anyway, it's late, and I've got a gallon of Arizona tea and The Dust of Retreat calling my name, as well as the top bunk. Stay happy, people.

One more thing: Props to Connor Martin for the text he sent me. I can't forward what he said to you guys for some personal reasons, but hopefull I'll have permission to release it shortly. That kid's a champ. Be his friend.

-DK

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