Scenes from a Thursday Night
Little in the Middle but She got much Back

I went out with Greger and his buddy Dougie last night and rolled in at like 4:30…..”Holy Crap” I can tell I was real wasted cause I am still finding random parts of my outfit from last night all over the house the next day at 11 (I tend to get ready for bed at random spots throughout my house when I’m drunk, it’s like Easter the next morning trying to find my watch….)

• “I gotta call the wife, I’ll be back in an hour.” “Fuckin’ pussy”


• If I ever get Greger to re-do the “Baby Got Back” dance he did while we sang it at karaoke, it will be the second most hilarious moment of my existence (the original dance would still be first)


• Greg puking behind the bar


• Still mad Lea and Cherie wouldn’t sing with me (I’m gonna get one of you two to sing with me sooner or later!)


• “Yeah another order of 4 Coors lights for the two of us”


• Hot Girls + Douche bags = What the Fuck?


• “No question, we are getting shitty”


• Way too many hot girls at Denney’s at 4 AM for it have been Denney’s at 4 AM….


• Playing Shrek Party at Lea’s after the bars closed(I don’t care what you say, Mario Party beats it’s ass like Shrek was a red-headed stepchild)


• Breakfast at 4 AM with the three of us and the most coked-out guy I have EVER seen (“I’m from ‘Bama, I travel around the country being a caddie”)


• Cigars are the X-Factor, Dougie needs to smoke it next time instead of re-decorating the bar

Overall it was a real good time, I sometimes forget how fun Greg is to get drunk with. Hilarity ensues.

As you well know, appearances can be deceiving, which brings me back to the reason why we're here. We're not here because we're free. We're here because we're not free. There is no escaping reason; no denying purpose. Because as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist.

To the person I used to be, my apologies

I’ve been sitting around the house a lot lately, usually a few hours each day I get to be alone with no work to do. It’s freakin’ awesome. Being that I have all this extra time I’ve been doing a lot of thinking…Ever wonder what past versions of yourself would think of you now?

I probably would hate myself.

Here I am 21 and I’m concerned with my approaching career, my health, bettering myself. My former self would look at me and say, “Idiot, money doesn’t matter, and who cares if you are fat or thin, if people don’t like you cause of how you look they can fuck off!” The problem is while the old Scott generally had the right idea about things but it took awhile to realize a few things. While conforming to everything you don’t agree with is wrong, certain views you have to give up on.

Take for instance money, it is the root of all evil but it is in fact, a necessary one. I could either make money and buy the things I want or hold to my beliefs of just going out and living life only to have fun and not care about working and live in a box somewhere. The health thing is easy to tell my former self about my reasoning..”Young Scott, I don’t want to die young.” And if I remember my former self I would reply “A’right that’s coo”

Aside from those few things and my admittedly less “punk” more “prep” style of clothing I think my former self wouldn’t mind me too much. On the other hand, I would hate my former self because I was a little bitch.

The point is, everyday I am changing slightly which I guess the teens and early twenties are all about. Furthermore everday I like myself more and more with who I am, which I hope I will be able to say for the rest of my life.


What Have I been up to?

• Goin’ to Physics/kicking myself in the ass for not taking summer courses before


• Working out/Attempting to run the lake


• Housework: Put on a screen door the other day, next stop: shutters


• Watchingthe NBA Finals: Go Spurs!