What I did over the freakin holidays, doesn't matter. What my new year resolutions are, who cares, I won't follow one. Although I was successful last year when my only resolution was to see a lot of movies. Probably the only resolution I have this year is to buy more games for the video game systems I have. Shit, I bought a mother huggin XBOX last year for a crap load of money I spent a lot of time saving. I had only 2 games before buying it and only bought 1 freakin game. That's got to change especially with that 2 year replacement plan I got with the XBOX. The question is what the hell are some good games that are out there? Oh well I'm sure I can buy more than one lousy game.Anyway, I have a quick thing to say about today. I had a chance to see the new Queen Latifah movie Last Holiday for FREE. Getting anything free is a very good thing in this time of not having a job. But I decided not to see the movie cause I had a cousin over to visit. Maybe next time and especially if it's a different movie.
Speaking of not working, I'm back in school and the awesome thing is I only go 2 days a week. My mother is pleading since I have this schedule to go get a job. It's just funny to me because I imagine that she is pissed out of her mind while I smile about attending school only 2 days a week.
Before going any further, I'm happy that The University of Texas won the NCAA Football Championship. Not that I'm from Texas or love the state, I'm just glad that USC didn't get there 2nd and a half championship in a row. It was a good freakin game, pretty heart pounding shit all the way to the end.
The last thing I want to post today is a story of my good deed for Wednesday January 4th, 2006 (Wow, this is weird to type 2006). I was holding my pug Clark, (left) keeping him away from a different dog, cause I don't want another dog of mine to die because of a fuckin loose dog (but that's another story). The other dog finally ran off and I put Clark down to finish my walk with him. The next thing I know, I see a little boy I recognize walking across the street with a very sad and worried look on his face. I know right there that the dog I just saw is probably his dog. I take my dog home and drop him off. Then I go back outside immediately and find the runaway dog two houses away sitting on a huge lawn. I cut across the lawn to get to the dog (which I guess hurt its leg while running) and the lady living there started to yell at me for being on her lawn. Then in a very slow and dumb sounding response, I say, "I think I know who this dog belongs to and they are looking for it." Then I apologized for running on her lawn. She said that it was OK, she was just a little pissed because junior high aged kids ran on her lawn all day. I thought to myself later that she sounded ridiculous because her lawn is the fuckin BUS STOP for the junior high students in the morning. But I understand why she was pissed, the people who live on the same street as me cut on my parent's lawn every day and I just want to smack them. Anyway, I carried the heavy ass dog (heavier than my pug let me tell you) all the way to his house where I ran into the little boy and I made sure that it was his dog. Now my left arm is really sore from carrying the dog and I got no reward or anything. But oh well maybe next time.
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