| April 14, 2002. The end of one WEIRD ass weekend. |
| Holy fucking shit did I have one fucked up weekend. I didn't know what the hell was going to happen next (it seemed like everything wrong that was possible was trying to come out of the woodwork) and quite frankly I'm just glad it's over. Friday wasn't a bad day really... about the only odd thing that happened was my inability to sleep that night. I went to bed around 11 but didn't get to sleep till nearly 4 in the morning. On an up note I went out and talked to Brent, who was preparing to cut his block of tea. For those of you who don't know what a block of tea is... it's a fucking block of tea! Nearly all tea was shipped in solid blocks back in the colonial days, and Brent is into the old style campouts and black powder hunting. He's actually getting me quite interested in it too. I plan on getting into the old style cartridge shooting matches with my .45-70. This one was about a foot tall and 8 inches high, but they come in all different sizes. Much to my suprise it was also hard as a brick. You have to scrape the tea off the block in order to use it. I got a few pics of the block before he cut it and several came out very well. I did learn something new though... using my camera in XGA mode is just a waste of space; the picture quality isn't any better, they're just much bigger. Saturday was the really fucking shitty day. I woke up and after eating a breakfast of Cheerios, decided to check my e-mail. I hit the mouse and instead of the monitor flashing to life, I hear it begin to pop and sizzle. "OH SHIT" I think to myself "this can't be good." And it wasn't. The monitor then sparked and proceeded to attempt to burst into flames and kill me. I quickly quelled its insolence by turning it off and unplugging it... and then beating it with a towel that was handy. I guess it wanted revenge for being left on for days at a time over the last 7 years. It had been flickering for nearly 2 years now and I just knew it was a matter of time before it blew. The good news... nobody was killed, the dorm didn't burn down, and the fire alarm didn't go off. The bad news... I had no way to access the 4 papers I have due this week. One of them is worth 50% of my final grade in that class, and one of the others is worth 20% of my grade in that class. On top of this I have absolutely no fucking money... ok, I guess I had 50 cents in my pocket and 33 cents in the bank. That's definetly not enough to buy a computer monitor though. I checked prices on monitors and found that the cheapest one around was $139.99. I pretty much thought I was fucked and therefore had a rather difficult time getting to sleep that night too. Sunday... either God helped me out or I cut a deal with Satan. I spent the majority of today (actually that was yesterday since it's now 1am on Monday... hence the 15th at the top of the screen, despite my fuck up in the filename.) out at Brent's place. Beforehand I got some cool pics of my Beretta and my Bronco together in the parking lot. Anyway; I watched Last of the Mohicans while he replaced the element on his clothes dryer... I think I had more fun that he did. By the way... it was an excellent movie and I highly recommend it to anyone who likes action or historical movies. He'd finished the dryer right around the end of that, and we then watched Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves ... which used to be my favorite movie back in the day. At the end of that movie Brent heard a commotion and saw that one of his dogs had a pine squirrel treed. He ran outside barefoot and grabbed his 62 caliber black powder musket and loaded it up with shotgun shot as quickly as possible... then he wasted the squirrel. It was pretty damned cool, and I got some good pictures. Not long after that I headed off for home. As I was working on my math assignment and wondering how miserably I was going to fail my classes because I couldn't turn in my papers something very odd happened.... someone called and said they heard I had a Bronco for sale. I told them I did for $500, but that it had a lot of problems. The guy said he'd be by in an hour to look at it. Well, needless to say I was about to shit a pleasure brick from this news... as much as I like the Bronco, it's kind of a pain in the ass and I needed the money. I went out and got it running and warmed up and tuned the carb... ect before the guy showed up. Well, he showed up and decided it was what he was looking for... a piece of shit to run through the woods with. He started writing a check for $500, but I don't take checks. He only was able to give me $435 cash, but I gladly accepted. I then ran in and got the title, cleaned all of my shit out of the Bronco, and the exhange was made after a friend of his came to drive that dude's car. Well, he drove the Bronco out of my life, and I had $435 in my pocket... everyone was happy. I then immediately went out to Wal Mart, bought the monitor I wanted (which was the $148 one) and stocked up on groceries. Seems I won't be failing after all... man shit was crazy this weekend. Hopefully things will be all normal now. I'll be getting my .45-70 tomorrow, and start my hunter's safety course... which is something I should have done years ago... Oh well... now wasn't that one fucked up weekend? There are pictures of a few events below... |
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| The last picture of the Bronco that I took... notice those damned fucking paint chips on the door of my car!!! |
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| The tea block... man is that shit hard! It does look pretty damned cool though. |
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| Brent with his 62 caliber flintlock and the pine squirrel he had just blasted. |