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I have a man crush on Karl Pilkington. The genius/madman that prances about with Ricky Gervais. Easily my favorite part of Karl's ramblings take place in the guise of his diary. How anyone can think so absurdly about something (while not being scripted) is amazing.

Today was Romanian Labor day, so most people left the city to travel to countryside to have BBQ. So in honor of Karl, I am attempting a Karl Pilkington telling of the days events.

Got up at 7:00, don't know why, but I had a difficult time getting back to sleep. Remembered reading an article once about having an inner alarm clock. Mine was more like a grandfather clock that wouldn't stop ringing the hour. Laid in bed getting the news that I missed while I was sleeping, had an idea. Create a cap that you wear at night that tells you the news while you're sleeping, so that when you wake up it's one less thing you have to do. Went to McDonald's at 12:30 to get picked up to go to the picnic, received a call at 12:33 that my ride was running late. Back to my apartment to wait for my mates to show. 1:30 arrived at McDonald's to find me mates in a huff about me being late.

Drove out to Sifronia in a car with no shocks, started thinking about what else a car could do without. Is the engine really necessary? Why can't people just run with the shell of the car and roll on the wheels? At the pool, saw many women with very little clothing. At what weight should women be told to put more clothes on? Same goes for the men. There were these men and boys throwing a ball into a tree attempting to get a parakeet out of the tree. Don't know the purpose of throwing the ball at it, as they were more likely to hurt the bird than convince it to land on someone's shoulder. Came home and watched some of the Ricky Gervais show. Can't figure out what Karl is talking about half the time, perhaps that's why I love him.