My weekend:
Getting ready for homecoming. Blah blah boring.
Friday: School's out, go home, goto homecoming football game, we win 62-7.
Saturday: Race go-karts with my friend, go to WSU football game. They lose to Stanford.
Go home to get ready for Homecoming. Find out 12 year old motocross racer Willie McCormick (good friend of my little brother) died earlier that day from "Extreme Chest Trauma." He was airlifted to the hospital but 30 min. of CPR couldn't save him.
Go to dinner with gf, and homecoming dance. Left about 2 hours into it. Went to bed.
Sunday: Wake up at noon. Gf calls, tells me my best friends dad, who is also a teacher, and my basketball coach of 6 years, who has been fighting brain cancer for a year, died this morning. Had to call my mom who was at the ceremony for the aforementioned boy, and tell her that her friend died.
I need vodka.