Crazy Weekend Pt.1

Wow, I just had the laziest week and craziest weekend. Laziest week cuz, well - doing nothing is fuuuun XD well, actually no. It’s boring. And monotone. Anyway, I didn’t do exactly nothing. I had a console fest. A friend of mine had his parents out of the house, so we gathered up at his place and just kept opening chests, spilling gallons of digital blood and slaying pixel after pixel. *FUUUUUUN*

(Concerning the game world in my room, there’s a post coming up tomorrow or the day after. BIG announcement to make, and a few amendments concerning something I previously posted.)

But now to the acutal reason and theme for this post. The two most cherished days of the week. I don’t usually do much during the weekend. Stay in bed for a while, make myself a huge breakfast, then get to doing this and that. But nothing very exciting really. I stopped going clubbing after working at a bar for four months. Don’t know, just had enough of the whole drunkennessness.

Well anywho, enough of my life story, and back to my weekend. It was one of the first warm days this year, so I decided to go out a little, take some nice pictures (which btw I did, and they’ll be up in a bit, depending on my degree of laziness, as I took them with an analog cam and have to scan them all by hand) and see what other people are doing in the city. So I take the bus to the mall, get off and walk by some strange guy sleeping on a bench. In that moment my phone starts to ring. Strange sleeping guy wakes up, making him less sleeping and more awake now, but not a bit less creepy. So I stand there, phone in my hand, next to now awake creepy guy, who gets on his feet, shakes his mane (that many hair all over a face can’t be called anything less) and starts randomly pointing at people, murmuring something I can’t make out.

That goes on for about half a minute. By then I finished my call and continue on to the mall entrance, when suddenly behind me I hear “*peng*, you’re dead” and again “*peng*, you’re dead”. I turn around, and no one else than Mr. Creepy Awake Guy is running all over the place holding his fingers up like a gun, pointing randomly at ppl and shouting “*peng*, you’re dead”, “*peng*, you’re all dead”. Then one last *click* from his mouth, and he runs off! I guess he had no bullets left and had to run to his secret stash to get some ammo for his ‘hand gun’. Or maybe he went to get his ‘machine gun’ to be more effective… no one will ever know. Except if I should happen to see him again. Then you’ll be the first =D

That was part one of my weekend. Part two takes place just shortly after (‘bout two minutes) but you’ll have to wait for the morrow to get to read it =P

See you then, *wave*