Oh shit - it's football season. If there's one thing I hate more than the Vikings, it's Vikings fans. Tonight the team is on national tv for their preseason game against Indianapolis, so hopefully every moron in town will be glued to a tv. Damn it, I have 5 months of stupidity with which to put up. Luckily, the end of the season signals trivia weekend! These television sports personalities are rather annoying as well. One of them seriously just said something about Michael Bennett being from "Cheese Country." I don't think Minnesotans have any license to attempt to mock Wisconsinites for making an agrarian living. Dumbfucks.

Okay, I don't feel like getting too deeply into detail about my week, but I'll give it in the short form. Tuesday, I went to Milwaukee with Molly, cursing every moron from Indiana and Ohio that we passed along the way. We went to used cd store, ate at Comet, and bowled at the UWM union before coming back to her place and watching Almost Famous. Then we slept.

Wednesday we ate toast and bacon that Conway made and I attempted to clean myself with decorative soap. Then we went to court with Megan and I read "Highlights" jokes. We got drive thru from BK, ate it at their place, and I read the Journal Sentinel while they loaded up their camping gear. It started to rain pretty good, so we hit the road back to Minnesota. In Tomah I sought my mesh hat, but it had apparently been purchased already. Back in Minneapolis, I knew I was outgunned against Molly, Megan, and Lindsey in Scrabble, but that proved to be an understatement when Lindsey led off the game with an 80-point, 7-letter word. My destruction continued with losing 3 of 4 games of pool - two of one-on-one with Jonathan and two of two-on-two with Jonathan and Lindsey against Peter and I. I went home and drank myself to sleep.

Thursday, Jonathan and I went to the Twins game and watched them get killed by the Blue Jays 6-2. It was a game they were still in until TK brought on the bullpen. Then we stopped at Brit's for beer and food. I then went home and watched a lot of tv. Pissed off at the world, I cussed out a telemarketer who called me at 8:45. I went for a walk later, then came home and watched The Jerk. I finally fell asleep watching Conan. Today I sat around all day watching tv. The most productive thing I did all day was to take a shower. I'm meeting Jonathan in a little while, and then we're going to Rhea's later. That's about as interesting as it gets. Maybe tonight I won't be pissed at everyone and everything.

Once again I have slipped into inactivity. Let's see if we can't figure out what I've been upto these last few days....

Back on Friday, my dad and I drove back here to Minneapolis and unloading my things, including the loveseat. We picked up my sickly car from the repair shop and I had to drop $160 for it. That night, my dad, Lindsey, and I went to the Uptown and saw Ghost World. Although we got in for free, I would gladly have paid, because I liked the movie that much. Along with Moulin Rouge, easily the two best movies I've seen so far this year. We got out and found it raining, so we got soaked walking back to the car, but since none of us are witches, we all survived.

On Saturday, Dad and I rain around looking for a coffee table and found a nice little one for $10 at Steeple People. While driving around, the "check engine" light came on, so Dad freaked and we had to get the car checked. We ate at Baker's Square, had the van checked out, he dropped me at my apartment, and then he drove back to Appleton. I spent the afternoon lying around because I was rather tired. I then called Lindsey, but she wasn't up for doing anything just yet. I called Jonathan, and the two of us went to play air hockey at Gringo's, but they were closed. We walked down to Leaning Tower of Pizza and ate before bowling a few games at a very dirty Mady's. We then picked up Lindsey and met Molly and Justin at Har Mar to see Rat Race. While I expected the movie to be so bad that it's good, it actually went beyond that, being so bad that it went beyond good and back to bad. Purely disappointing. Afterward, Lindsey was hungry, so she, Jonathan, and I went to Perkins. None of us ended up eating much though, and then we went home.

Sunday I arose early, showered, and visited Lindsey at work, finally leaving at 2:45. I then came home, ate, and Molly came over. We listened to the radio and talked for a bit, but I was feeling lazy and anti-social, so I had no ambition to get up and face the world. Eventually, a little after 7 Molly and I went for a walk through Loring Park and the sculpture garden, returning about 8:30. We then sat down to watch American Graffiti, but I fell asleep several times. The movie got over shortly before 11, so that's when Molly left. I spent a few hours slipping in and out of consciousness before finally climbing into bed after 3 and falling asleep to Suspicion.

Once again this morning I arose early and sat around listening to music. After talking to Lindsey for a bit, I decided to get up and go to campus. I had intended to talk to my advisor, but she was unavailable (as always). The girl at the desk was nice and tried to be as helpful as possible, but I noticed that the fake transcript that she printed up had several mistakes, which pissed me off even more, but hopefully I can get that cleared up when I do finally meet my advisor for the first time. I also went to the bookstore and bought the book for my journalism class and the cassettes for my Bergman class. Returning home, I ended up spending the rest of the day with my ass glued to the loveseat. I was supposed to go over to Molly's tonight, but I sat around waiting for Lindsey to get home, and by the time she did, it was 9:45, so she was tired, and I didn't feel like heading over there myself. I'll see Molly the next two days anyway. Tomorrow morning we head for Milwaukee - the anti-Republican town which our very Republican President found it necessary to visit yesterday. I hate that man.

The news of the day is that I have acquired a loveseat. It's a little $20 number that we picked up at a rummage sale on the southside of town. Trying to describe what it looks like is not simple, except to say that there is a theme of brown, and it looks like something that has sat in someone's basement rec room for the last 20 years and now they decided to get rid of it. It's actually in decent condition and you don't sink in when you sit on it. I'd have to say that it was a pretty good deal for what we paid for it. The next bit of fun will be hauling it up to Minneapolis. I was going to travel back with both of my parents, but we have to take out both back seats to fit the loveseat in the van. As a result, I don't know where a third person would sit unless they rode on the loveseat all the way back to Minneapolis. I'm also still trying to convince my dad that there is room in the apartment for a coffee table, but so far I have been less than successful. Well, we'll just have to see what happens.

The rest of my Wednesday went on to be just as entertaining as the previous portion of the day. Actually, I did move onto something slightly more entertaining - bowling. Of course, I sucked. The first game I bowled a 148, but that was really only due to having bowled 6 strikes in the game, seeing as I failed to get even one spare. As for the second game, I was having trouble even hitting strikes, and I didn't get my first spare until the 8th frame, so I only bowled a 103. Afterward we went over to Matt and Carrie's and Ben showed up, but I was a bit tired and ended up just going home. Today won't be much better, as my dad and I were going to run some errands, but my mom decided to take the van to work, so we're left vehicle-less. Blah.

Today has failed to be any more productive than yesterday. In fact, today was wholy unproductive, because without any sort of vehicle, I was unable to get around town. I didn't go anywhere and I didn't do anything. The most productive thing I did all day was when I watched the "Behind the Music" of Rick Springfield. Man, that guy kicks ass. Later I'm supposed to meet Matt and Carrie at the bowling alley for some first class bowling action. Haven't hit the home lanes in a few months, so it'll be nice to roll a few games again. Jesus, my boredom is so far-reaching that I'm actually watching "Friends" right now. I need to get out.

Amid this recent spat of apathy, I don't believe that anyone should be surprised by my recent lack of entries. Yes, even while bored out of my mind back here in Appleton I find myself too lazy to update. It's not like anything all that interesting has happened in the past week. To recap the week as quickly as possible: my car broke down at the MoA, Lindsey and I slept over at Molly's, my car got towed, I rode the Greyhound back to A-Town, I went to a lawn bowling party, I went to Chicago and saw the Fire beat Tampa Bay, we went to Frank's, I went to George Webb twice in the same day, and I saw 4 new movies: America's Sweethearts, American Pie 2, crazy/beautiful, and Moulin Rouge. There, now did I really need to sign on everyday to tell you that? Oh, the car is sort of fixed again. Apparently it was never broken. It never seems to be broken when the repair shop gets it. Who knows. We'll have to just wait and see what happens. I'll probably pick it up on Friday when I return to Minneapolis. It's looking more and more each day though that the likelihood of keeping the trip to Nebraska alive is fading. Hopefully I'll be able to get out there some other time like spring break. I'm bored and getting a little tired, so maybe I'll just go to bed... it's too early to go to bed - what a waste.

In these desperate times, we'll do anything that we can to get into air conditioning. Yesterday, I spent the balance of my day in air conditioning. I spent 5 hours visiting Lindsey in her air conditioned parking booth, followed by 8 hours at work, and a few more hours at Molly's. Molly offered to let me stay the night (where I probably would have gotten a better night's sleep), but aware of the fact that I would have had to have gotten up rather early (she had to work at 7 and Justin at 8), I decided to come home. Of course, with the heat and humidity, I hardly slept last night and woke up rather early this morning. Man, living in this sauna sucks.

If it's possible to be busy with boredom, I suppose that would describe my last week. Pretty much every waking moment I've either been bored, or doing something completely stupid which would only be done by someone very bored. Oh, you want details... I'll give you details.... Oh, by the way, this post has to be spread over two posts, but Blogger is stupid and says that it's too large as one post to work.

Last Saturday, I got up relatively early to go shopping at the MoA with Jonathan and Lindsey. It was a rather uneventful shopping trip, which saw Lindsey buy a pair of jeans at Old Navy, Jonathan sneer at several pairs of ugly shoes, and I bask in the wonderful glow of capitalism in operation. They dropped me off at work for another boring Saturday shift which involved telling literally tens of people that the stupid film they came to see didn't arrive on time. After work, Molly, Jonathan, and I went to St. Paul and ate pizza at some expensive pizzeria. Then we went to the Polish Palace for a beer. After driving past the nude art party to see if there were any nekkid people outside (which there weren't), we got channeled onto the interstate by the Minneapolis' finest. Already headed down 94 west, Molly suggested we drive to St. Cloud. Jonathan kidnapped and I indifferent, we went on our way. We got pulled over twice - once on the way to St. Cloud and once in St. Cloud - for not having a license plate on the car. Molly actually has one, but it's temporary, and the cops couldn't see it without having pulled us over. It was late once again before we got home.

I think I got up on Sunday about the time that Lindsey called me out of boredom (a bit of my own medicine?). I went to work in the afternoon, and then Molly came by, so we sat around talking for a few hours. Nobody came for the late show, so I close down early. As we were finishing up and I was going to call Lindsey, she showed up with Nik and Sarah. The fivesome went to the Taco Bell at the Quarry for Taco Bell Picnic #3. After loitering for quite some time, Molly went home, and I took the 3 roommates home to discuss plans for Chicago. I went home late, and then sat up even later watching tv.

I wasted away part of the day Monday and then went to work. I then picked up Lindsey, and she and I went shopping at Target and Barnes and Noble. Since we were already in Roseville, we stopped on over and visited Molly at work. Unfortunately, she had actual work to do, but on the positive side, we did get to pop Ace of Base and Bachman-Turner Overdrive into the cd player. After a while, Lindsey and I left to go grocery shopping, picking up money and Nik in the process. We wandered around Rainbow picking up food and whatever. Then we took the food back to their place and spent hours in the kitchen. It was hot in there. Others came over, such as Colin and Dave. After discussing recent random roadtrips with Colin, he suggested we go to Mystic Lake for free soda. So, about 2 am, Colin, Erin, and I were on our way to Brooklyn Park to pick up Eric. The four of us then drove down to Mystic Lake for some free soda (and air conditioning). I blew a nickel as well. By the time left, I brought Colin and Eric back to Brooklyn Park, I dropped Erin at home, and I got home, it was 4:45. I went to bed.

Tuesday I went to work. After getting out of work, Molly stopped in by me and we talked for a while again. Conscious that I needed to get up early the next morning, I decided not to hang out. I got the car road ready by checking under the hood, kicking the tires, and running her through a self-service car wash. I then had one of my worst night's sleeps ever, as it was so damn hot and humid. Not a good night to proceed a long drive.

It was around 7 the last time I woke up Wednesday morning. I thought I was hot, but I guess Korey Stringer had it worse. Fuck whatever Molly says, this is weather-wise the worst summer ever. Nik and Lindsey called with my wake-up call at 8:15. It was 9:30 by the time I got over there. I loaded up the three roommates, and away we went. The worst part of the drive was the pouring rain in Western Wisconsin. I could give you all kinds of details about the drive, but I'm lazy and don't care. We got rush-hour traffic in Chicago, so that sucked. By the time we got twisted all around, found the parking garage, and got to the park, it was 6:30 and we had more-or-less missed the openers. Radiohead came on about 7:50, and including the three encores, they played about 2 hours. Of course they kicked ass, so I don't know why you'd ask me if they did. We flopped around in the grass out of exhaustion and then worked our way back to the car. Heading back out of town, we got to a truckstop between Chicago and Rockford and decided to set up camp. We went in to eat, but I was so tired that my heart attack inducing french fries covered with bacon and three kinds of cheese wasn't really all that appetizing. Then we went back out to my car to attempt to sleep. In my opinion, my seat behind the steering wheel was the most uncomfortable, but I think the others might argue that there's was worse.

Woke up Thursday morning and were too tired to go back to Chicago. Good thing we didn't bother, because they were flooded out anyway. I made the mistake of eating breakfast in the truckstop (even though I wasn't hungry), and I paid the consequences later as we were rounding Madison. They all zonked out on me at one point or another, but I guess it just gave me more time to sing without embarrassing myself too much. We got back to Minneapolis around 3, so I went to the Greyhound station after dropping them off and bought my bus ticket for next Thursday. I then went home, did a short entry in my journal, and proceeded to fall asleep. Someone called at 8 and I just hung up on them without talking. Didn't meant to, but I wasn't really awake when I did it. Eventually I crawled into bed.

Friday I didn't do much before going to work. Then I stopped over by Lindsey at work until she got out at 5:30. We went back to her place and she made mac and cheese. Thanks, Lindsey. We talked for a while and watched tv before going to Jon Grebner's for his birthday party. There were a lot of underage girls (and a few gay men) drinking Mike's Hard Lemonade and discussing political campaigns. We didn't stay long. Going back to Lindsey's, Sir Arthur and Molly came over and we all met Morgan at Mady's (pronounced to rhyme with ladies, not fatties). Speaking of that, no fat chicks. Anyway, I actually bowled well for once and rolled games of 177, 179, and 166. Then Lindsey was craving ice cream at night (as per usual), so we went to the Uptown Embers for shakes and food. My Reese's Pieces shake wasn't blended well and most of the pieces were whole (aka don't fit through the damn straw). The table had permanent sticky grooves from many shifts non-maintenance. Afterward, I brought Lindsey home, and I went home to bed. It was after 2:45.

Saturday I was bored again. Had to go to work at 2 because between Al and Kyle, they came up with the moronic idea of adding a 3:15 show. You know, they'd be fucked if I wasn't flexible and just told them to fuck off sometime when they just add stupid shows like that on me. Maybe one day I will tell them to fuck off. Anyway, I worked, and it was extremely fucking boring. Attendance was very mediocre. Lindsey came by, so I finished my shift, and we got food at Denny's. Our waiter was the manager. He was a flamer as well. He found it necessary to insult Lindsey on her choice of grits over hashbrowns, but he should talk - he was the one wearing the Star Trek Voyager polo. Dumbfuck. I gave Lindsey a ride home, and got home myself about 11:45. Don't know what to do now, but maybe I'll watch a movie. It's still fucking hot and humid, so I just want to kill someone. I'm tired as well. See, I'm busy with boredom.