Spice?~ Wow! That's pretty much all I can say about the weekend I just had. The craziest part is that, not only did I have a damn good weekend, I managed to plan it and not plan it at the same time. Lets go back to Wednesday night. I'm sitting around after a hard night of writing an eleven, yes eleven, page paper. I'm talking to Conway about adding some spice to my life because, for real for real, life has been damn boring for a long time for me. I go to class, I do work, I go to work, and on weekends I chill with the same people, and do the same fucking shit. I'm the type of person that likes to stay in my comfort zone, until I get tired of the comfort. And every now and then, I'll decided to find a way to add some type of excitement to my life, even if it only lasts for a while, then I'll go back to my confort zone. That's basically what I said to Conway, only it came out like "Yo, I'm tired of the same shit, I'm bout to bring some new girls to the crib and have a good time." Now, with that said, it's known that I work a lot, expecially during weekends, and this weekend, I happened to have to work three strait double shifts, which I thought was strait bullshit, but that's a whole nother story. So on friday morning I go into work, with the same pitiful look in my eyes that I walk in with every time I strut through those lobster doors. Mad as hell that I have to work three days of doubles. So, in the middle of my shift, good ol' candy Candace, hits me up and wants me to go to the bar wit her. I tell her I got to work, and she's giving me all these ideas of how to get out of it. I don't listen to any of her ideas, but I come up with my own master plan. I call my sister and tell her to call red lobster at 3:30 (a time in which I knew I wouldn't be there) and fake like an emergency just came up. So by the time I call them and let them know I can't come, they automatically will assume that I'm not lying because my alibi called looking for me. I played them niggas like a harp from hell. So I go to the bar with Boston, and Conway, and soon, Kia and Candace come wit two of their HU peoples. We get RIPPED, go back to my crib and smoke sumthin. And I'm not gonna say that we went all around the world or some shit like that, but lets be honest. Shit is a lot more entertaining when your nice as shit off that herbal therapy and liquor. Push comes to shove, and Kia can't handle it, she passes out on my living room floor, and I sit trash can next to her so there won't be any accidents on my rug. She ends up in my bathroom and by the end of the night, she's strait curled up in the fetal posistion in my bathroom. That was Friday: Day 1 of my weekend.

Day 2 (Saturday): Today wasn't so exciting. It had more of a novelty, nostalgia feel to it. Me, Conway, and Nick went to Jillians for the night after I got off. Shit was strait poppin in there. I never knew Jillians was like that, but it was right. After about an hour of chillin, drinking, shootin the shit with niggas we knew, a girl that we were cool wit at ODU came up. I hadn't see her in a while, and she was wit her friend. So they post up wit us, and we chill and entertain them, I bag her friend and we bounce. On the way home, I decide that I can't hold my piss any longer, so I drive around and park in an empty parking lot and get out, intending to duck beside my car and just let it out. Unfortunately, Norfolk Police is withing 50 feet of my car, and I know if I hop back in my whip and dip, it would look mad suspect. So I start walking down the shopping center hoping that there would be a corner that I could duck into. There wasn't, but there was an ATM machine that started calling my name. So I go the ATM and pull out my wallet (and my dick) and I pretend to be using the machine while I'm just letting it all go. That shit felt so good to get it out, but I feel sorry for the next man who wanted to use the ATM. I could imagine what I would say if I was that next person. "Nasty muthafucka! nigga couldn't hold that shit for a little longer." I'm here to say, to that next person who saw my leftovers, "No, I couldn't hold that shit."

Day 3 (Sunday): After work, I invite Brooke and Tanya to the crib so we can chill out since it's bout to be Brooks 21st Birthday. At the time, Tanya and Chris are beefin for whatever reasons and when she comes over she doesn't really say nuthin bout it, till he calls and says he's comin through. By the time he get's there, we've been through two of them thangs already. They start arguing about who has to drive to burger king, and they literally argue for like 20 minutes about a trip that only takes 30 seconds to make. Afterwards we chill and play cards, and just have a good time. It wasn't nothing like Day 1 or 2, it was more like down time from the previous days. Here's how it went. By the time Bk and Tanya got to my crib, I already had one of them thangs ready. While we were smoking that, Tanya rolled another one, then while we were on that one, Conway rolled another one, and after Conway, Brooke rolled another one. Niggas was feeling good as hell.

After this weekend, I'm satisfied wit the shit I did. I had a good time, now it's time to get back to business and finish school off with A's so I can be one step away from my fuckin degree. I love college, but it really is time for me to get out of here. Besides, when I'm a school techer, I'll have summer and christmas vacations to chill on anyways, so I won't be missin shit. Now it's time for me to return to my comfort zone, until I get another urge to add some spice to my life. Peace.