Debaucherous Weekend Part 3

The think I like best about my blog is how it exposes the concentration of my mind. There are so many things on my mind, but when I write, what I'm really worried about becomes so much more obvious. Like Mr. M....I am concerned, but don't really care right now...and Cody...I feel like it'll work out so why worry...but the person who I can't stop talking about is Timbuctoo...cuz he's by far the coolest person ever. Darn it. Lot's of other amusing things happened this weekend...like me funnelling beer and forgetting to close my mouth...resulting in me spraying beer all over myself. And describing what roasting a pig on a spit looks like...kinda gross really...prongs in it's bum...skin all black...fire intensely hot. And the ball tourney...me having to track a ball and catch it while playing rover...which was cool..and me wanting to hit so bad that I hit nothing but annoying little grounders...and the guy who hit out of the park almost every at-bat...and the annoying girl who didn't shut up for like a half-hour yelling at him from the stands...and wrestling on our manager's bed (me, Armette, Timbuctoo) and Timbuctoo throwing me off so I almost hit my head on a bedside table which would have been certain death...honestly...so dumb I am.