So, it is in fact Easter weekend and I get to spend it studying...kinda. Well, I'm mostly studying. My roommates and I started talking of Easters past. That made me think of that one Easter I woke up insanely early (the sun wasn't even up), and I saw a basket on the floor and for some reason a pile of raisins. I sleepily thought to myself, 'why didn't he just put it in the basket?'. Anyway, I went back to sleep. When I woke up I was better able to inspect the pile on the floor...
It was rabbit shit.
That fucking bunny took a dump on my floor. Now, that was pretty hilarious when I was a kid, but now I sit and think... My parents, at least my dad, was dedicated enough to go outside, walk around the lawn and gather whatever rabbit excrement he could find and probably put it in a basket because it was fitting and pile it on my floor. The whole reason they got after me to clean my room was so they could put shit on my floor.
I was talking to them on the phone today and mentioned it. Mom said, "See how much we love you? To be that dedicated!" to which I responded. "You put shit on my floor!" she went on to say, "Well we put Santa boot prints on Jonathan's floor when he was little."
"...he got boot prints, and I got shit? Thanks guys."
Oh well, makes for a pretty good story. I still can't believe they went outside and collected shit. Anyway, I'm finished classes and only have two exams. I'm pretty excited about that. It's just over a week until my brother comes to help me make the trip back home. What really sucks though is the actual trip. Fourteen hours on a bus then about five or six hours on a ferry. The ferry I don't mind of course because I can walk around and go to the bathroom whenever I want. Not when I need to, just when I want. I probably went through this before. Anyway, the company makes it a little easier, even though we pretty much sleep the whole time.
But, I'm pretty excited to get home. I'm sure most people would. Dad was talking about getting a couple of full year passes to the wildlife park so we could go walking there everyday. Which is pretty neat cause I love that place! Especially since they have wolves there now, and don't get me started on the miniature goats. He also promised to take me to the beach more often. I know, I sound like a little kid, but I don't have my license...or friends :P. But me and dad have a great time when we go on our little adventures. We talk about the ruins and what that place must have looked like when the English landed to lay siege on the French fort. Then we go to the other beach and look for bones. It's really pretty epic. Not sure if I mentioned it before but we found a skull and a spine last year. Not human...I should probably make that clear. I think it belonged to a seal.
Anyway, I'm hoping my brother will join us more this year. I have fun holding his head underwater. It doesn't last long however, because he just stands up and I fall to the briny deep. Good times are had by all.
Well, I should be studying...well that and madtv is on. I have no life. Laters!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
It's a beatiful sunny day outside, so naturally I'm on the computer
I'm on the couch, doing this, because I have told myself that I am bored. I really shouldn't be because there is actually a lot I have to do. Like, finish a paper, start another one, and study. In fact the paper shouldn't even be that hard to do, mainly because the topic has to do with ancient Egypt. I've always loved ancient Egypt and read about it, perhaps so far as to study it on my summer vacation. It's kinda lame, but when I see pictures of ruins or tombs and the like, I tear up a little. I don't know if it's because I think they're beautiful in their own way or if it's because I know there is a very good chance I will never experience that other than pictures I find on the net or in books. It's not just Egyptian stuff either, it's all ruins really.
Take some of the Roman ruins for example, or those of Pompeii. I see pictures of that and I just start thinking to myself, for the most part this was someones whole world. They walked those streets, they bought things at that market, the bathed in that bath house, and they went home to that house. At the same time, it's not incredibly impressive to some people. Then when Vesuvius (spelling?) erupted people just died as they ran for their lives. Or, some did take cover but died anyway. Not only do the lives of the people make an impact, but also just the size of some of these cities.
Another thing I think about when it comes to ancient history is how much people have changed, or rather how much we stayed the same. There's been some buzz around whether fighting should be kept in hockey. Before that even started I remember sitting in the rink and looking around and listening to the people cheer as the opposing player fell to the ice (I'm not saying anything bad about the spectators, I was cheering too). I couldn't help but wonder, was this what it was like to go to the arena and see men fight for their freedom? I'm guessing yes with some subtle differences, the couch doesn't give a thumbs up or down for death, it smells slightly better unless you're sitting near a bench, and you're not allowed to have booze in certain areas. Also, you're allowed to leave whenever you want. I can't remember exact details but I remember reading about an emperor, Nero or Caligula that had a long celebration and people weren't allowed to leave the arena. So there were reports of someone giving birth cause they wouldn't let her leave, and some faked being dead just so they could get out.
I was pretty excited when I was in Ottawa though. Because we were going to the Museum of Civilization. It was a school trip so we had an itinerary, I saw we had two and a half hours there which seemed right because it's huge. Turns out, we were there to see a two hour movie in the imax theater there. I tried to be mad, but the movie was about chimps and I was the only one that stayed awake throughout the whole thing. How could I sleep when before me on a giant screen was a young chimp throwing rocks and sticks at Jane Goodall? He was pissed. At the same time though I only got a half hour in the biggest museum I've ever seen. Luckily I got to see the feature exhibit which was the bog people. Sadly I didn't get any pictures, but I remember seeing the small bodies under the glass case. I would have loved to have spent more time in that one place alone.
So far, that's the extent of my worldly travels I'm sure I'll make it somewhere overseas someday :P. Hopfully it will come with the job.
I think that's enough of me ranting on nothing for today. Until next time!
Take some of the Roman ruins for example, or those of Pompeii. I see pictures of that and I just start thinking to myself, for the most part this was someones whole world. They walked those streets, they bought things at that market, the bathed in that bath house, and they went home to that house. At the same time, it's not incredibly impressive to some people. Then when Vesuvius (spelling?) erupted people just died as they ran for their lives. Or, some did take cover but died anyway. Not only do the lives of the people make an impact, but also just the size of some of these cities.
Another thing I think about when it comes to ancient history is how much people have changed, or rather how much we stayed the same. There's been some buzz around whether fighting should be kept in hockey. Before that even started I remember sitting in the rink and looking around and listening to the people cheer as the opposing player fell to the ice (I'm not saying anything bad about the spectators, I was cheering too). I couldn't help but wonder, was this what it was like to go to the arena and see men fight for their freedom? I'm guessing yes with some subtle differences, the couch doesn't give a thumbs up or down for death, it smells slightly better unless you're sitting near a bench, and you're not allowed to have booze in certain areas. Also, you're allowed to leave whenever you want. I can't remember exact details but I remember reading about an emperor, Nero or Caligula that had a long celebration and people weren't allowed to leave the arena. So there were reports of someone giving birth cause they wouldn't let her leave, and some faked being dead just so they could get out.
I was pretty excited when I was in Ottawa though. Because we were going to the Museum of Civilization. It was a school trip so we had an itinerary, I saw we had two and a half hours there which seemed right because it's huge. Turns out, we were there to see a two hour movie in the imax theater there. I tried to be mad, but the movie was about chimps and I was the only one that stayed awake throughout the whole thing. How could I sleep when before me on a giant screen was a young chimp throwing rocks and sticks at Jane Goodall? He was pissed. At the same time though I only got a half hour in the biggest museum I've ever seen. Luckily I got to see the feature exhibit which was the bog people. Sadly I didn't get any pictures, but I remember seeing the small bodies under the glass case. I would have loved to have spent more time in that one place alone.
So far, that's the extent of my worldly travels I'm sure I'll make it somewhere overseas someday :P. Hopfully it will come with the job.
I think that's enough of me ranting on nothing for today. Until next time!
Sunday, March 15, 2009
siiigghhh
Well, last night was a blast. As I'm sure I've said before, I normally don't like going out to bars because they are crowded, but there are always exceptions. I also actually got a little drunk which is also new for me. I wasn't so bad that I didn't know what I was doing, but moving was...easier.
Some guy commented on my shirt, which had darth vader trimming a tree to look like the death star and we talked a bit about jedi. Then danced to a grease song...not sure why. I don't like grease. Besides, nerds aren't really known for their dancing skills, I am no exception.
This morning was the hard part, cold water was my best friend. At least I didn't wake up with some strange guy in my bed and a pineapple on my night table. Around three was when I was positive I wasn't going to puke.
On the plus side I got to see a bathroom that was bigger than my bedroom. I was quite impressed, and I do believe I said it was big enough to have a pow-wow in. I'm not sure when a scenario would arise that would require a native group to build a fire and play their drums while singing and others dancing in a bathroom but if one does I'll know where to go.
I started thinking the other day, I wish I played a more mainstream awesome instrument. But, since I can't afford it, and I already know how to play the violin I plan on putting pickups in or on it, whichever is proper. Lot's of people do it so they have an acoustic and an electric in one. Which I personally think is better because I find a solely electric violin sounds...odd. Anyway, what I plan on doing though is then hooking it up to a pedal that way I can at least sound like I rock. I'll probably have to change the way I play slightly though.
Guess that's it, until next time...
Some guy commented on my shirt, which had darth vader trimming a tree to look like the death star and we talked a bit about jedi. Then danced to a grease song...not sure why. I don't like grease. Besides, nerds aren't really known for their dancing skills, I am no exception.
This morning was the hard part, cold water was my best friend. At least I didn't wake up with some strange guy in my bed and a pineapple on my night table. Around three was when I was positive I wasn't going to puke.
On the plus side I got to see a bathroom that was bigger than my bedroom. I was quite impressed, and I do believe I said it was big enough to have a pow-wow in. I'm not sure when a scenario would arise that would require a native group to build a fire and play their drums while singing and others dancing in a bathroom but if one does I'll know where to go.
I started thinking the other day, I wish I played a more mainstream awesome instrument. But, since I can't afford it, and I already know how to play the violin I plan on putting pickups in or on it, whichever is proper. Lot's of people do it so they have an acoustic and an electric in one. Which I personally think is better because I find a solely electric violin sounds...odd. Anyway, what I plan on doing though is then hooking it up to a pedal that way I can at least sound like I rock. I'll probably have to change the way I play slightly though.
Guess that's it, until next time...
Saturday, March 14, 2009
sleeping, eating, and building a little fort...
Is basically what I've been doing lately. Well there's some school work mixed in there as well naturally. So, tonight is going to be slightly more exciting than usual. I am as far as I know, being let out of the house tonight for an adventure downtown. However, a small part of me is not looking forward to it because I'm positive it's going to be busy. Mostly because it usually is, but I really don't like struggling to walk through groups of people and constantly being in the way. You'd think I'd be used to it by now :P.
Not to mention the drunk guys that usually sneak up behind you and just start dancing or grabbing or whatever. That's not really fun either especially if I'm not looking for it, but hey, I'm a girl downtown dancing I clearly must be (if I could make a sarcastic face here I would). Oh well, certainly gives me something to laugh at later, especially when they grind and I can feel mr. winky saying hello O_o .
Other than that, I've just been gaming it up, missing my 360 and sucking at old school games. I tried the first three marios and couldn't get anywhere in them. In my defense though I started mario 3 in the middle so I didn't have whatever build up of difficulty there is...if any...really I'm just making excuses. Oddly enough the only one I was even slightly good at was zelda: link to the past yaays!
One roommate 'yelled' at me when playing mario that I was losing all her men, to which her boyfriend replied, 'yeah, she's good at losing men.' He's so fucking funny. :P Again I said it's been at least 15 years since I played these and to give me a break. But, that wouldn't be right. Had our places been reversed I would have mocked and ridiculed until my throat was sore, so keep it up.
I finally got past that one part in sacred I was stuck on, not so much a part and an area...and no so much on as in. The point is I got out of there, and continued on my way. Got to the third part of my quest thing and suddenly I get the message of "sacred has encountered an error and must shut down" .....I was, to say the least, quite upset. When I started it up again, the game put me in a completely different area no where near where I had to go. That's when I got pissed. So, after I calmed down, I went on my way, got back to where I was. Only I wasn't paying attention and my laptop shut off because it had gotten too hot. At that point I threw my hands in the air and said Fuck it.
On the plus side, I managed to clean my room a bit, so now that fort is actually possible! Then I have to arm it by purchasing a large amount of nerf guns, and/or supersoakers. I wish I still had that probe droid that shot disks...he'd be a good guard methinks...but it only worked with a sensor so I'd have to rig it so whenever my door opened the sensor came on or something. I'm still working the bugs out but I'll get there.
I guess that's all for now, I don't know whether to wish for something to type about tomorrow or not...
Not to mention the drunk guys that usually sneak up behind you and just start dancing or grabbing or whatever. That's not really fun either especially if I'm not looking for it, but hey, I'm a girl downtown dancing I clearly must be (if I could make a sarcastic face here I would). Oh well, certainly gives me something to laugh at later, especially when they grind and I can feel mr. winky saying hello O_o .
Other than that, I've just been gaming it up, missing my 360 and sucking at old school games. I tried the first three marios and couldn't get anywhere in them. In my defense though I started mario 3 in the middle so I didn't have whatever build up of difficulty there is...if any...really I'm just making excuses. Oddly enough the only one I was even slightly good at was zelda: link to the past yaays!
One roommate 'yelled' at me when playing mario that I was losing all her men, to which her boyfriend replied, 'yeah, she's good at losing men.' He's so fucking funny. :P Again I said it's been at least 15 years since I played these and to give me a break. But, that wouldn't be right. Had our places been reversed I would have mocked and ridiculed until my throat was sore, so keep it up.
I finally got past that one part in sacred I was stuck on, not so much a part and an area...and no so much on as in. The point is I got out of there, and continued on my way. Got to the third part of my quest thing and suddenly I get the message of "sacred has encountered an error and must shut down" .....I was, to say the least, quite upset. When I started it up again, the game put me in a completely different area no where near where I had to go. That's when I got pissed. So, after I calmed down, I went on my way, got back to where I was. Only I wasn't paying attention and my laptop shut off because it had gotten too hot. At that point I threw my hands in the air and said Fuck it.
On the plus side, I managed to clean my room a bit, so now that fort is actually possible! Then I have to arm it by purchasing a large amount of nerf guns, and/or supersoakers. I wish I still had that probe droid that shot disks...he'd be a good guard methinks...but it only worked with a sensor so I'd have to rig it so whenever my door opened the sensor came on or something. I'm still working the bugs out but I'll get there.
I guess that's all for now, I don't know whether to wish for something to type about tomorrow or not...
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Can't sleep...clown will do cocaine then beat me for stealing his banana...wait what?
It's six in the morning...I haven't been to sleep yet. This is not right. I'm not entirely sure why I'm still awake, I feel very tired. I tried to sleep, but felt like I was going to get a panic attack. Probably because I was thinking about something I shouldn't.
Anyway, I was talking to that one person I shouldn't because every time I do I get so angry I have to step back and take a few deep breaths. He was complaining to me like an emo again. About an ex no less. So this time I finally told him, look you're hurt I get it, but I've had to deal with some stuff too and I don't see how this is so bad. I am of course talking about the rather difficult year of grade 12. To make a long story short it had to do with my mother she wasn't exactly herself a lot of the time and I still find it hard to talk about. Anyway when I left for university I was under the impressioin that she wasn't going to be there at Christmas. I told him this, and he comes back with:
Yes, I understand that was probably difficult, but relationships are about being human.
Umm...what? My mother dying actually has nothing to do with me being human? I mean...I've known her my whole life...hell she practically raised me! :P
I'm not saying that I've had the worst problems of anyone anywhere, I'm just saying I think that is a little tougher to go through than a bad break up. Maybe I'm wrong and if I am well I'll certainly shut up and stop complaining.
Other than that, there isn't a whole lot going on. For some reason a friend of mine thought it would be fun if we went to the mall. On a friday evening. I wasn't pleased, there were a lot of preteens there as usual and they all look the same. We both sat with coffee saying we certainly hoped we were never like that when we were that age.
Things just seem a little different now, only slightly with age. Now instead of thinking 'yeah this is normal for kids my age to do' now I find myself saying "aren't they a little young for that?'. For example, there were three girls, probably around 11-12 and one of them said 'fuck' and I was surprised. Not sure why, I said fuck all the time when I was that age. To be quite honest it scared me. Soon I'm going to be telling them to turn down their music 0_O .
Getting older does scare me a bit. Mostly because I still pretty much act like a kid, and I certainly do not feel ready to be out in the 'real world'. Talking to family though makes me feel a little better. Saying things like, why grow up? That's no fun. Or it's only a number. I said to my dad the day I find a grey hair is the day I have a breakdown. He said "Why? It's only a colour, look how many I have!" And proceeded to dance to a singing moose. Maybe there's hope yet.
Oh, and the reason for the title is simple, I'm tired so my mind isn't clear, and it's a combination of a simpsons quote and an incident in metalocalypse...I just wanted to make things more interesting...I know I know...epic fail. Well, I think I hear M up for work, maybe I should try to sleep now and not panic for no reason :P
Anyway, I was talking to that one person I shouldn't because every time I do I get so angry I have to step back and take a few deep breaths. He was complaining to me like an emo again. About an ex no less. So this time I finally told him, look you're hurt I get it, but I've had to deal with some stuff too and I don't see how this is so bad. I am of course talking about the rather difficult year of grade 12. To make a long story short it had to do with my mother she wasn't exactly herself a lot of the time and I still find it hard to talk about. Anyway when I left for university I was under the impressioin that she wasn't going to be there at Christmas. I told him this, and he comes back with:
Yes, I understand that was probably difficult, but relationships are about being human.
Umm...what? My mother dying actually has nothing to do with me being human? I mean...I've known her my whole life...hell she practically raised me! :P
I'm not saying that I've had the worst problems of anyone anywhere, I'm just saying I think that is a little tougher to go through than a bad break up. Maybe I'm wrong and if I am well I'll certainly shut up and stop complaining.
Other than that, there isn't a whole lot going on. For some reason a friend of mine thought it would be fun if we went to the mall. On a friday evening. I wasn't pleased, there were a lot of preteens there as usual and they all look the same. We both sat with coffee saying we certainly hoped we were never like that when we were that age.
Things just seem a little different now, only slightly with age. Now instead of thinking 'yeah this is normal for kids my age to do' now I find myself saying "aren't they a little young for that?'. For example, there were three girls, probably around 11-12 and one of them said 'fuck' and I was surprised. Not sure why, I said fuck all the time when I was that age. To be quite honest it scared me. Soon I'm going to be telling them to turn down their music 0_O .
Getting older does scare me a bit. Mostly because I still pretty much act like a kid, and I certainly do not feel ready to be out in the 'real world'. Talking to family though makes me feel a little better. Saying things like, why grow up? That's no fun. Or it's only a number. I said to my dad the day I find a grey hair is the day I have a breakdown. He said "Why? It's only a colour, look how many I have!" And proceeded to dance to a singing moose. Maybe there's hope yet.
Oh, and the reason for the title is simple, I'm tired so my mind isn't clear, and it's a combination of a simpsons quote and an incident in metalocalypse...I just wanted to make things more interesting...I know I know...epic fail. Well, I think I hear M up for work, maybe I should try to sleep now and not panic for no reason :P
Sunday, February 22, 2009
More drunks and an Australian...
I know I just made a post yesterday, but I figured I would post this while it was still fresh in my mind. So, everything seemed normal when I went to bed last night, put on some music to lull me to sleep. The Gladiator soundtrack actually, it's very beautiful music I'll listen to anything Hans Zimmer has had a hand in. Anyway, it ended and I was still awake so when I went to turn off the computer there were two bars lit up. One was a drunken friend whom I have not had contact with since before Christmas for reasons I won't bore you with here, and the other the main event of this story was that someone had added me to their msn.
Now I was not surprised completely by this because I had given my email out to someone earlier in the day. After I accepted I saw the name Matthew and thought...well that doesn't seem right. Mostly because I was positive the person I gave my email to was named James. So of course curiosity got the better of me, it always does and I said hello. He said "Oh hey! I added you by accident earlier. You have a similar address to my niece. Sorry."
To which I responded, "oh, that's ok. No worries." and exited the window expecting a deletion. Instead he asked, "Are you from Australia?"
"No, Canada."
"oh wow! haha!"
....yes.
So we exchanged pleasentries, how are things? How's the weather? That same ol' stuff.
Then he asked, "How old are you? I'm probably twice your age." I paused for a minute....should I keep talking to this random Australian? Why not? Seems strange enough that my address would be the one he added. I answered, and he said "...yeah...i'm 46." *embarrassed smiley*
I should have just stopped it there but...no...I'm not smart enough to listen to my gut. He sent me a sound clip saying hello, I thought that was kinda neat. Then he asked me to see him on webcam. At this point I was like...I'm going to see something being slapped around aren't I?
Of course I accepted the invite, and there he was, fully clothed just sitting at the computer. I continued the conversation by asking what he did for a living. He said he was a highschool teacher. Fair enough. Then he asked if I minded if he used the microphone and stopped typing. I said sure. He got his guitar and asked what kind of music I liked. I told him, and he played some and sang. I started to relax, thinking, hey this is kinda cool. He then asked where my webcam was. I said not with me, then asked if I had any more pictures, again I said no.
He went on to say, "Well I'd like to see what there is after the hair, how long is your hair?"
Did I shut down the convo there and then? Pfft are you kidding? Of course not. I said about to the bottom of my ribs. "How tall are you?" again I answered. "Aw you're just a shorty, cute."
Ha...haha... "Bet you got a nice bottom on you."
Oh dear.
Well, things went on from there and he was soon without clothes and...umm...yeah.
I'm not going into detail, but most words uttered after that involved him saying along the lines of "You have to earn that grade." O_O
After I was trying to go to sleep, but then I turned on my light sat up and said. "What the fuck?!"
Now I know I didn't stop it, because curiosity got the better of me as it always does. I just thought it was so, weird and random and...the fuck? Haha, oh well it was entertaining to say the least. That's all I got for now...
Now I was not surprised completely by this because I had given my email out to someone earlier in the day. After I accepted I saw the name Matthew and thought...well that doesn't seem right. Mostly because I was positive the person I gave my email to was named James. So of course curiosity got the better of me, it always does and I said hello. He said "Oh hey! I added you by accident earlier. You have a similar address to my niece. Sorry."
To which I responded, "oh, that's ok. No worries." and exited the window expecting a deletion. Instead he asked, "Are you from Australia?"
"No, Canada."
"oh wow! haha!"
....yes.
So we exchanged pleasentries, how are things? How's the weather? That same ol' stuff.
Then he asked, "How old are you? I'm probably twice your age." I paused for a minute....should I keep talking to this random Australian? Why not? Seems strange enough that my address would be the one he added. I answered, and he said "...yeah...i'm 46." *embarrassed smiley*
I should have just stopped it there but...no...I'm not smart enough to listen to my gut. He sent me a sound clip saying hello, I thought that was kinda neat. Then he asked me to see him on webcam. At this point I was like...I'm going to see something being slapped around aren't I?
Of course I accepted the invite, and there he was, fully clothed just sitting at the computer. I continued the conversation by asking what he did for a living. He said he was a highschool teacher. Fair enough. Then he asked if I minded if he used the microphone and stopped typing. I said sure. He got his guitar and asked what kind of music I liked. I told him, and he played some and sang. I started to relax, thinking, hey this is kinda cool. He then asked where my webcam was. I said not with me, then asked if I had any more pictures, again I said no.
He went on to say, "Well I'd like to see what there is after the hair, how long is your hair?"
Did I shut down the convo there and then? Pfft are you kidding? Of course not. I said about to the bottom of my ribs. "How tall are you?" again I answered. "Aw you're just a shorty, cute."
Ha...haha... "Bet you got a nice bottom on you."
Oh dear.
Well, things went on from there and he was soon without clothes and...umm...yeah.
I'm not going into detail, but most words uttered after that involved him saying along the lines of "You have to earn that grade." O_O
After I was trying to go to sleep, but then I turned on my light sat up and said. "What the fuck?!"
Now I know I didn't stop it, because curiosity got the better of me as it always does. I just thought it was so, weird and random and...the fuck? Haha, oh well it was entertaining to say the least. That's all I got for now...
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Alone today...and then there was a drunk...
With two roommates gone and one at work I had the house to myself for a couple of hours, which was a welcome change from being followed or having my whereabouts known at all times. I took advantage of my alone time and of course did the cliche dancing around in my underwear. It was nice to do that outside my room for once. I also got some dishes washed and in shaun of the dead style I figured things would go similar to this:
Me: well aren't you going to thank me?
Rm: For what?
Me: For cleaning up
Rm: Doesn't look that clean...
Me: Well I had a couple of beers when I finished...
Speaking of a couple of beers, a friend of ours just walked in...completely...and utterly, drunk as a lemur. That's right, the one that is never drunk...is giggling like a school girl. I have never laughed so hard in my life. For the first time ever, I have seen Crowly drunk. I think that's how you spell his name...anyway it's hilarious I wish I could document this in something other than a blog...dear lord all I can hear is giggling from the bathroom... looks like it's going to be a fun night. Awesome he's dancing now.
Anyway, other than that exciting bit of information, in my time alone I also took a bath, and found I shouldn't be aloud to think that much. I started thinking of the past four years... Awesome he's dancing now. Throughout this entire entry I'm giving updates. Cause this is just awesome...he also yelled at the tv, saying "Fuck you George!" Seinfeld is on. Again, spelling, I don't know.
Anyway, yes the past four years...thinking of different things I have experienced. The whole residence thing was quite the experience...
He now can't deal with Harrison Ford staring at him. (I have a cardboard cutout of Indiana Jones in my room.)
Residence, experience right...so he called my computer a pimpjuice machine. Mostly because there's a pimpjuice sticker on it.
You know what? Forget my original thoughts, I'm just going to keep on the drunk Crowly watch.
He said, "wake fun of him"
Now explains that he hates being drunk and not in control of his shit (i.e. his speech) also says: fuck Luke Skywalker.
He was also convinced he was a ninja because he is currently wearing a pink ribbon around his head. He's afraid that he is a gay ninja.
This will go down as one of the funniest nights I have ever experienced.
He also threw someone in a snowbank...they are apparently best buddies.
He got mad at me for looking at his chest. I guess I'm a pervert.
He also keeps saying that he can't wait for me to make fun of him for the next year, so really this is more for me than it is for you.
Sadly he seemed to have calmed down since Monty Python and the Holy Grail is on. He's mesmerized. So, since I am greatly distracted I'm ending it here, I'm sure there will be more to report next time.
Laters! :P
Me: well aren't you going to thank me?
Rm: For what?
Me: For cleaning up
Rm: Doesn't look that clean...
Me: Well I had a couple of beers when I finished...
Speaking of a couple of beers, a friend of ours just walked in...completely...and utterly, drunk as a lemur. That's right, the one that is never drunk...is giggling like a school girl. I have never laughed so hard in my life. For the first time ever, I have seen Crowly drunk. I think that's how you spell his name...anyway it's hilarious I wish I could document this in something other than a blog...dear lord all I can hear is giggling from the bathroom... looks like it's going to be a fun night. Awesome he's dancing now.
Anyway, other than that exciting bit of information, in my time alone I also took a bath, and found I shouldn't be aloud to think that much. I started thinking of the past four years... Awesome he's dancing now. Throughout this entire entry I'm giving updates. Cause this is just awesome...he also yelled at the tv, saying "Fuck you George!" Seinfeld is on. Again, spelling, I don't know.
Anyway, yes the past four years...thinking of different things I have experienced. The whole residence thing was quite the experience...
He now can't deal with Harrison Ford staring at him. (I have a cardboard cutout of Indiana Jones in my room.)
Residence, experience right...so he called my computer a pimpjuice machine. Mostly because there's a pimpjuice sticker on it.
You know what? Forget my original thoughts, I'm just going to keep on the drunk Crowly watch.
He said, "wake fun of him"
Now explains that he hates being drunk and not in control of his shit (i.e. his speech) also says: fuck Luke Skywalker.
He was also convinced he was a ninja because he is currently wearing a pink ribbon around his head. He's afraid that he is a gay ninja.
This will go down as one of the funniest nights I have ever experienced.
He also threw someone in a snowbank...they are apparently best buddies.
He got mad at me for looking at his chest. I guess I'm a pervert.
He also keeps saying that he can't wait for me to make fun of him for the next year, so really this is more for me than it is for you.
Sadly he seemed to have calmed down since Monty Python and the Holy Grail is on. He's mesmerized. So, since I am greatly distracted I'm ending it here, I'm sure there will be more to report next time.
Laters! :P
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