Like... you know, whatever!

Weekend. The end of the week. The week's end. The ending of one's week. One's week is now ended.
And now the weekend's over!

And now for another pointless summary of my uneventful endweek:

Fry Day.
Well, I'll start it off at; After school I went to Enolk's house on the way home. Got home, had a few cones, chilled out and fucked around on the computer until Daddy Dearest came over. But we decided to miss peak hour and leave a little while later. We headed off to his as I listened to Metronomy on my portable music device!!!1!11!
Got to his, fairly high and had a steak burger for dinner. Mmm. Then just chilled and watched TV for a while. Until we both got tired as fuck and we both went to bed and watched TV. Seperate beds might I add.
And I had two stranger-than-a-motherfucker dreams that night aswell. And they went a little bit like this:

Dream #1:
Okay, so I'm at ML Primary, at the oval and I see my friend Enolk walking along with an ounce in his hands, and there are plenty of people around. He put's it in his bad and tries to walk away quickly, but fails. He gets called over by a 'teacher' from my school (some dude who walks around taking photos all day). He asks him "Can I see in your bag?" then Enolk goes "Naaah" and then the 'teacher' insists he shows him. So for some brilliant reason he takes his bag, goes in to a tent that was never there in the first place, put his whole bag in a sleeping bag and takes the ounce out and puts it into the sleeping bag, pulls his bag out and shows the 'teacher'.
Although, he ends up patting down the sleeping bag and finds it. Then I'm pretty sure the 'teacher' turns into Enolk's dad and for some odd reason I was being hella rude to him and then I felt bad that I disrespected my friend's Dad. Then I woke up.

Dream #2:
This one is a little hard to describe, unless I put some effort in to it. not likely. not much.
Anyway, I was in a car with Dad going to his old friend's house and there were heaps of busses all lined up with heaps of private school girls next to them. I said something about one of my friends, Mad.E, was going to go there and my dad said the name of the school, but it wasnt even it. Anyway, we eventually ended up in some courtyard of a massive old private school, maybe similar to that of Hogwart's and/or a big arse church. I then went to tie my shoelace and some guy made a rude remark about me being a government school kid. Then my Dad told me not to try bash him cause he's a rugby player..? Anyway, we went in the school and I was getting hell scared because we had to go down heaps of flights of really mega steep stairs and there were no hand rails and the staircase was too wide to hold the sides. Then I saw a teacher from my school telling us to hurry up for the conference or something. Then we ended up in some big fuckin bathroom. I don't really remember much more.

And then there's Sah Turd Day.
Woke up around 8:30 and watched TV til around 9/9:30, then I had a shower and helped dad with some work around the house. Then we went down the road to get my ears pierced. Sparkle, sparkle.
After this, we went back and I helped dad with a bit more house work, until I started to feel sick and lay down while he does all the work. Hah. And then we both had nanna naps and then drove back to Mum's around 3:30. Dad stayed for a little bit then shot off. I did fuck all while I waited for my mate to come round. He came over, we went to the deli and then went to the park and had a few smokes.
We then went back to mine, went on the computer and ate lollies. Fucked around, had dinner, watched TV and then seshed. My, oh my we got so god damn high! We had like 4 or 5 cones each and shared a fat ass joint in my closet. Was good.
Then we watched Dazed and Confused and passed out around 1/1:30am.

Sundae.
Today, we woke up around 8:30 (nonDST)
// Oh yes, and what the fuck is with daylight savings in summer? I guess to catch up with Melb. //And for businesses to get better business.. but still, if we were to have daylight savings //anytime, I'd say have it in winter.
Anyway, yeah. I had a cone or two, called this new Malaysian student at my school, who got kicked out of Malaysia for doing a line of coke in class. Mmmhmm.
Anyway, we met him at the busstop and we walked down to the park and shared some jays. Although it didn't get him very high. So we went back to mine and had some cones in my closet. But he just wasn't getting high. After a while he got body stoned. Then Enolk asked us to goto his and smoke. So we did. Now I was even more fucked, and Mr. Malay still wasn't particularly high. I guess cause he hasn't done it in 4 months maybe his body isn't used to it again.
And then, we went back to mine, watched some shit then everyone left and now I'm just chilling at the computer catching up on my art homework.