July 19 2009 "my first mistake was believing in myself"

Danzig, the annoying but impossibly cute cat, had managed to make my first sleeping experience at Edna haus a miserable one. Chewing his food in my ear and taking a massive smash in his cat box which filled the room I slept in with a terrible musky smell. Besides that I layed on the floor all night just fine. We have today off. Translating to 'no show'. I make this sound like work when it really isn't. Either way, time to relax. Durell was still MIA from the previous night. He's probably curled up in some dude's ripped chest. We started the day off skateboarding in front of Edna house then all of a sudden things got radical. Confidence was up this morning. In increments I bombed the massive hill in front of the house. At first 1/4. Then 1/2 then 3/4... I can probably do the whole thing. Wrong. After an impressive slide across the pavement (shirtless I might add) I decided now would be a good time to go to superstore to get some medical supplies. Little did I know my phone was not in my pocket anymore and after getting supplies to bandage myself up and eating some breakfast it was decided that not going to the beach on such a nice day was a stupid idea and we weren't stupid. Before we left i searched all over for my phone I thought perhaps it fell out of my pocket when I tasted the asphalt. I was correct. My prize for being correct was collecting all 201 pieces of it scattered across the road. *little known fact* cars hate cellphones. We got into the van and before heading to the beach, stopped at a rogers so I could purchase a brand new cellular telephone device. I'm a slave. The beach was nice. Steve and Travis buried me in a hole and gave me a bad pair of sand breasts. I lost my 5 dollar sunglasses but then found them 30 min later on the floor of the ocean. After leaving the beach, Travis and I picked up a bookshelf and we met up with everyone from the beach at Green Lettuce Restaurant for some veggie eats. The pakora was incredible. After dinner I learned what the terms 'Amish churn' and 'Mexican avalanche' meant. Fucked. Taylor insisted we wake up at 7 am to hit the road. Who invited this guy? Before bed we took some sweet pictures to remember my first visit to Edna house and went to bed.

Slowly, scab covered and surely, I fell asleep listening to the soundtrack of harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban.