Collars Up.

Tomorrow is a day with the family at Six Flags. I haven't been to Six Flags since I was a senior in high school and I'm expecting to enjoy it just about as much, save the fact that now I can legally sneak off to get drunk. Right now I'm just killing some time with an available laptop and free WiFi... I understand the concept of foregoing sleep on a motel floor with standard motel-issue razor-blade blankets to peruse the "internets" is a strange one- but bear with me.

Tomorrow is a day of "rest" [read: irritation], Saturday is a day of endings (last day of work [read: thank god]) and Sunday is supposed to be a day of new beginnings (new job) but as of right now my known schedule only extends two days. I'm "supposed" to start a part-time job at T-Mobile up in Menomonee Falls as of Sunday but I haven't been penciled onto the schedule just yet and my track record with this position tells me I shouldn't hold my breath for at least another week or so.

So: Basically, as far as I'm concerned, I'm entering a week of free time. I'm also shit broke which means I'll have neither internet access nor a working phone until then AND I won't have too much of a reason to leave the house. Anyone with anything fun to do or who wants to check out the new apt should get ahold of me, although the only way of really doing that is to leave me a message on here and chances are it will be checked once or twice at Mike's throughout the week. Maybe I'll go to one of those places with books. I hear they have MySpace fixes like crazy.

Pertaining to the subject: As a day-long resider of Guerney, IL (botched that one I bet) I've decided to make it a Collars Up day and see just how many people I can irritate the piss out of. My guess is that at a classy place of leisure such as Six Flags any attempts at Olivering it up will be completed unnoticed and accepted. I go so far as to say they'll be straight-up encouraged and duly practiced. Either way I love giving people shit who aren't bright enough to catch on (look at my MySpace friends list, I fucking surround myself with them) so setting me loose in a place like Six Flags when you consider the average Six Flags-enthusiast is going to be like letting a mentally handicapped kid loose in a petting zoo.

And by petting zoo I mean closet. Only a big closet-- with fur hats.

And excuse the lengthy blogs but without the time-waste that is the internet at my fingertips I feel I have to get as much waste out of each little time that I do stumble upon.

Ugh, Illinois. It's like Stoughton.