I'm so sick of forgetting myself to remember who I am.

Well I had wuite a full weekend. I went out friday night for a birthday thingy. Had possibly the worst carrot cake at the Cheesecake Factory, but don't worry I washed it down with like 3 lemonades. They have possibly the best lemonade ever. Of course it has so much sugar in it, you almost have a heart attack. Then we went to a club called Rush Street. It was fun as far as clubs go. I guess I don't appreciate clubs as much as others since I don't dance. Well it was a good night though. Saturday was cool too, finally got around to washing and waxing my car. I had breakfast with an old friend who was visiting from Tampa. Then we went to a Honda dealer to get a part for her car and had dinner. That was the fateful evening when I went with my best friend Rob to see that horrible piece of crap called Van Helsing. What makes people think the American public want to see this crap? That is a movie that could have seirously benefitted from having Johnny Depp in the title role or even Stephen Somers favorite Brendan Frasier from his Mummy movies. Say what you want about Brendan but he is truly underrated. Just watch a movie called Gods and Monsters, or even the Quiet American. I know at least one person out there that agrees with me. She should know who she is. Then Sunday I spent that with my Mom and assorted family members and listened to them argue. I swear my family puts the fun in dysfunction. We should have a TV show devoted to us. I think the aucience would agree with me there.