day 5, day off, we're mean

"one time i punched a dog so hard, it did a backflip." klint has been talking in his sleep for the past few minutes and been rambling about such things.

today was our day off, and probably the most humorous day yet. we hung out in san diego again for most of the day and checked out a couple different spots we didn't have the chance to the day before. the beach in san diego was alright, they had big waves, and tons of the sterotypical, "yea, brah!" type of people. kat, the girl we had been staying with has a problem with stealing and felt the need to steal something from every store we went into. i don't think i can remember everything she stole, but i'll try to recall most of them.
1. two Beck cd's
2. 16 postcards with pictures of snakes and bears
3. shampoo
4. a water pipe
5. a pumpkin spice abc cookie

and some more stuff that i can't remember. it was pretty funny, but i think she needs help. we might be staying with her again in a few days, and if so, im going to set up a intervention.

blam was pretty upset that i left him out on my update last night, but i think it was a good thing. he's been very quiet for the most part, so when trying to remember everything that's been happening, i've left out a few things he's done. sorry blam. today i think he was trying to make up for that and make sure he did something note worthy. he was responsible for one of the best pranks i've been part of, and is also a real cocksmen. "what am i doing?". that might not make sense to anyone else, but it was important to note. blam hates when people mess with the van, and doesn't like the idea of it looking mean. infact, he is the only person opposed to it looking mean, and im pretty sure he's a little bit nervous about it, cause it looks mean as shit. tomorrow our van will be attacked by seagulls, im sure of it.

rich miles has been snoring not only louder than any normal healthy man would, but also has been farting, scratching himself, and making extremely disturbing noises for the last hour and a half he's been sleeping for. i am worried about his health and sketo has put himself in charge of watching his health and making sure he stretches, and breathes properly before and after eating. i wish him the best of luck with it. today was the first day miles was actually happy for more than the first two hours he was awake, it was a nice change. here are some rich miles quotes from the day :

"i'm glad to get away from her!"
"i don't see myself having kids, but maybe someday after i learn to take care of myself."
"i haven't touched my dick for days, well... not in that way. i want to make sure the rash is gone."
"craig, when is the last time you titty fucked a girl?"

none of these things were said in context to anything, and were probably said at a random moment when it didn't even make sense. things like that are what makes him rich miles.

brad expressed a lot more anger towards everyone today, and im pretty sure it's because we're finally outing him for his racism. earlier today while at the beach, i had to steal his wallet to keep him from going in a head shop to pretend to buy a bong, and make fun of the poor jewish man that worked there. he got pretty angry about me stealing his wallet and then moshed me the same way welch moshed into my bathroom once.

gus has started an internet, and phone battle with parsons, who is not even here. gus is angry at parsons cause they're both from the country but parsons has that southern charm and all he got from it was a pair of overalls and a pitchfork. im trying to stay out of the middle of it. i think gus could take parsons, but he's still scared of me and i think he's worried about me siding with him and having to take on the both of us. besides that, i will never again refer to gus on this by his name, but rather his new name, Triple B, or Big Baby Bowman. i saw triple b's wiener today, it was a strange ten minutes. katie, i wish you were here to see him.

sketo went on a "coloring" rampage today and almost got arrested. while at the beach he was trying to write his name on as many seashells as possible, with the theory that they would travel all around the world just like trains, so he was, "gettin' up hard", in graff terms. i think all the drinking that he's been doing is really messing with him, and a day of rest would do him a lot of good.

klint has gone insane. i don't think much is left of his mind anymore. he has been talking about using jewish people to make human chum to mutate sharks, and other nonsense, like the dog comment. earlier today, on the way to LA from san diego, he decided to get naked from the waist down to try and freak us all out. blam ended up stopping at a gas station during it, and at that time everyone struggled with him and i ended up getting him out of the van. keep in mind that at this point, there are people looking at a pantsless klint. he's so frustrated that we got him out of the van, that he forgets that people are looking at him and he just starts headbutting and punching me. i now have a naked man attacking me, so im laughing hard as shit cause of what's going on. after i push him off of me, he realizes that he has a huge lump on his forehead, and his hand hurts but nothing is wrong with me. i like the way things work out sometimes.

craig is still number one. true story. number one.

the night was ended with us at del taco making the van look mean. some stupid man, probably about 35 years old decides it's his business to try and get us in trouble for decorating our van. that stupid man ended up getting himself in trouble. irony.

i have finally figured out a good replacement for my diary that was ruined by the dirty six. im pretty happy with my new idea and im sure it's almost as good as the diary was. it's late and i can't remember everything else i wanted to write about.

"klint, did you shit your pants? there's boxers in the trashcan." -scott