So this was the like the best (and shortest) weekend ever! On Saturday, I worked my butt of for about five hours so my parents would let me have over (you're welcome BTW ), and had as much fun as we could for the time we had. So here's a basic agenda of the weekend's events:

9:00 AM - 4:00 PM: Worked off @$$ to have over. Stacked tons of wood while listening to iPod.

6:00 PM: Arrived at the rendevous (awesome word) point to meet up with Phoenix (God, this sounds like a Mission Log for the CIA XD). We played Kingdom Hearts on the way to 's party.

6:30(ish) PM: On the way back, we persuaded my mom to take us to the local Wegman's for a special surprise...that's right - Ramune. Phoenix and I both got three bottles, for $1.59 each and departed for the van. Here, we popped open our first bottles of Ramune (both Orange Flavored), toasted to 's party, and went bottoms up in a matter of minutes.

7:00 PM: We finally arrived to 's nerd party (as it was nicknamed), with my Wii in hand and our two homemade costumes. I was Random Generic Ninja #1 and Steve (Phoenix for those of you who don't already know his name) was some character from a manga who looked like Sho Minamimoto (I don't remember what manga, so I'll let Steve leave me an angry message stating who it is and where he's from)

7:00 PM - 10:00 PM: We had some crazy fun!!! We played some Naruto: Clash of Ninja Storm, and some Smash Bros. We talked about Ramune, hung out with and while simultaneously eating cake and playing Wii and PS3. We had some mega-insane fun, and there were some unforgettable memories. Especially of the woodchuck varieety. Great going, Steve. Oh, and we're definetly gonna miss and ...

10:00 PM to All Hours of the Morning: We joked around a little, sparred, opened our second bottles of Ramune (Melon for me and Original for Steve), then settled down to watch some Adult Swim. As usual, I fell asleep before Steve, and found myself deep in sleep for a while until...

2:00 AM: My flippin' dog wakes me up barking to go outside. Not wanting to wake anyone up, I oblige his fancy, and let him out. At this point, the three other dogs in the kitchen are awake and making plenty of noise. I let him out, and he EXPLODES into barking, and refuses to come when I call him. Fearing to call too loud, I run out to get him, only to have him bark at me. The idiot thought I was intruding, so at least he was doing his job. Finally, after much coaxing and a good hearty smack to my dog's rear end, I get him back inside. At this point, my Mom is awake and wondering if my dog is okay (he yelped a little when I spanked him). I assure her he is fine, and she goes back to bed. I follow suit.

8:00 AM: I awaken to strange hollow knocking sound. Exhausted from the sparring and the party, I drag myself off the couch and investigate. Turns out there was a woodpecker on our front porch, pecking at the shutter of the window. Idiot bird. I shoo it off, and then proceed to put the Wii back where it belongs as noisily as possible so that Steve wakes up. Even with all my noise, he wakes up at 9:00.

From here on, I'll just spell everything out. From nine to ten, Steve and I played some awesome matches of Brawl, which resulted in plenty of hilarity and exhaustion from laughing. (Play him in Brawl sometime, his comments always make me laugh until I cry). We enjoyed this for a little while then got some breakfast. I popped in a bagel, buttered it up, and then let it sit while I put together the ingredients for our homemade lunch of ramen. Steve sat and ate his breakfast behind me, providing me with plenty of fecetious comments, many of which resulted in the urge to hit him with a wooden spoon.

With the dough mixed up for the ramen, I wrapped the dough in a wet cloth and munched on my now-chilled bagel. At this point, we returned to the living room to play Brawl for about another hour until we decided to finish up the ingredients for the ramen. I cut the double-batch of dough in half, pulled out two cutting boards, and Steve and I went to work on the dough. My parents are still laughing at the image of us both at the kitchen counter, working with squeaky rolling pins on flattening the dough for the ramen, as this is what they found upon coming inside from morning chores. With great care, we folded our dough into quarters, got some water boiling in two pots, then sliced the dough into noodles, salted the water, and sprinkled the noodles in. We were almost done when we realized we had forgotten to boil up some eggs. The stove still a mess, I moved both our pots of now-cooked noodles off to the side to cool a little before being strained. I placed the egg in water, then put the pot on the burner and turned it on. Soon I noticed a familiar aroma, that of burning wood. To my surprise and chagrin, I had neglected to remove the cutting board from the stove, and had accidentally turned the burner underneath the board on instead of the burner with the egg on it. Our wooden cutting board now has a large, black circle. Oops.

Continuing on despite the stove, I boiled the eggs while Steve prepped our spots at the table and got out the chopsticks. I finished the eggs, then we both strained our noodles out and added half a quart of chicken stock to our noodles. We closed the pots again and let the stock warm to the heat of the noodles. I peeled the eggs, and placed them (undercooked on accident) into our bowls. At this point, the noodles were all set and we poured them into the bowls. We grabbed our two remaining bottles of Ramune, Strawberry (the bestest flavor EVAH!) for me and Melon for Steve, and sat down to eat. I grabbed some Maggi for my ramen, stirred it around, and prepared to eat. After a brief prayer and exubilant cheers of "Itadikimasu," we dug in. The ramen was stellar, but the noodles turned out just a tad too thick. It was delicious nonetheless, even with Steve's discussion on rat tails (he was comparing our ramen to udong noodles) to help the meal go down. As we began the meal, my mom informed us we had about a half an hour left before Steve had to go home. We finished up lunch in the next fifteen minutes, then Steve went to clean up the living room, and I cleaned the kitchen up a bit. (I had to clean a little more when I got home, but it was no problem).

After we had cleaned to a satisfactory level, we competed in a few quick rounds of Brawl, sparred once again (before getting scolded for fighting in the house), and then we headed back to the rendevous point. On the way, Steve and I played some Kingdom Hearts again and continued our mission even after Steve got into his mom's car. We finished off the last Novashadow just as we went our separate ways again, and the moment we did, our connection died. With the same empty exhaustion that always fills me when Steve goes home again, I headed home to clean up the kitchen some more and stack wood for the remainder of the daylight hours.

I finished my homework in twenty minutes, watched the new episode of Family Guy and the Almost Live Comedy Show, then headed off to sleep.

Well, I guess that's about all I have to write about now, so I'll see you all again next time (with this awesome-tastic journal skin!)

Till Death Do Us Part
~Ace~