Who says people don't blog on weekends? Once again I am extremely tired. Just got up from a 3 hour nap and I think I could use a couple more hours. England won, 3-0. On to the quarterfinals where they will most likely face Brazil. What a game that will be. Woah.

I must share this story with you, my readers. Last night at around 4am I heard people having sex in the parking lot behind my house. Mind you that my room is on the 2nd floor of our house. It sounded like a large animal was being continuously shot. I've actually never heard a large animal get continuously shot, but when I do I'm sure it will sound like what I heard last night. Woah. These "noises" lasted a good 15minutes and consisted of a girl screaming mercy the whole time. Very loud. I heard such words as, "fuck," "me," "hard," "harder" It was like a bad porn movie in my own backyard. Yikes. The best part about it is that I couldn't figure out where these "noises" were coming from until a nice car light turns on and this dood and girl start putting their clothes back on. By this point I'm in a state of shock to what had just occurred, but it only got better. The male involved then proceeded to tell the girl how to get home and just walked away. I then screamed down to male, " Way to go. You just woke up the whole block" to which he responded, "I know. I'm a motherfucking pimp" No, dood. You're not a pimp. You just had sex in a car, in a parking lot." A real "pimp" would of had the decency to at least, at least use a bed. People these days.

Tonight I will hopefully heading down to the Union to see Mates of State and Co. If you see me buy me a beer or five cause I'm low on the duckets. Alright kiddies I'm outta here. Have a good night and a pleasant tomorrow.