The irresistible pull of Sheetz
WARNING: THIS IS BY FAR THE LONGEST LJ ENTRY I HAVE EVER WRITTEN AND IT ISN'T VERY INTERESTING BESIDES! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
A cold wind blows across the once-molten pits of Hell...for Steve Bishop has eaten a Sheetz.
Allow me to regurgitate the story. It all started when I woke up at 1:30 pm. Why did I wake up so late? Because I went to bed at 5 am. So I wokes up well into the afternoon to eat my personal favorite breakfast of hot chocolate and toast.
Whilst I was consuming my lunchtime breakfast, there was a tapping, a rapping on my door. Who should I hope to see but my original boys, Davey R. and Sir Chris Bu. Needless to say, I was still slightly groggy from sleep and they appeared both shocked and disturbed that a man could be so lazy. I tried to explain that Mr. Sandman comes to my house last but they left wearing the same disapproving looks they had when they had arrived.
They decided to leave me to my own devices while they snagged some lunch at Wendy's Place. I cleaned myself up and was ready to face the day...or what was left of it. Chris eventually returned and whisked me off to the Record Exchange where all I could find was a copy of SimGolf for my little brother since I couldn't stand to watch him play the demo anymore.
After that disappointing excursion, we continued to The Best Buy where I engaged one Ron Boyett(?) in gripping conversation that went something like this...
Ron: Hey, man.
Steve: Oh, hey.
Ron: What's up?
Steve: What?
Ron: I watched that anime you recommended.
Steve: Huh?
Ron: Y'know, Spriggan. Pretty cool. Bloody.
Steve: Oh, yeah.
Ron: Have you seen Jin Roh?
Steve: Yeah, I own it.
Ron: ...
Steve: ...
Ron: So...how is it?
Steve: What? Oh, it's good. Long, but good.
Ron: Bloody?
Steve: Oops, gotta go! See ya!
So from The House that Boyett Built, Chrissy B. and I went to meet Dave R. at Dave R.'s house. One problem...no Dave R.! We went in anyway and proceeded to "hang" with Brian R. and Andrew R. A good time was had by all. Then Dave got home. We hung some more, and then Dave left again while Chris and I were still hanging. Once we were faced with the prospect of Mr. Rich finding us in Dave's house w/o Dave there however, we fled...fast....back to my house...to burn a CD...of the Chocobo theme from Final Fantasy...(Salsa Remix). This is not a joke.
Anyway, after that monkey business was concluded, Chris and I ventured to the Village Thrift. Chris thought about buying a lighter and some short shorts but in the end, opted against it because the line was too long.
We went to JC Comics and had a slightly awkward conversation with JC himself about the nuances of Dungeons and Dragons. We closed the place out and then left, destination unknown. I wasn't paying attention to where we were going until we pulled in...to the Sheetz parking lot. Chris managed to get me out of the car, my hand on the Sheetz door handle, but I felt a surge of willpower and we turned back at the last second. I thought it was over.
From Sheetz, we went to the Chapel Hill Record Exchange where I found slightly less than I had at the Fairlawn Record Exchange. As we were leaving, we decided to meet Dave as he got off work from the movie theater. On the way to said theater, Chris formulated a plan to pay 7 american bone-notes to sit in some water. Naturally, I agreed and we were on our way to pick up Dave.
We met Dave at AMC (RIP GCC, Left-Eye) where I gave Lucky Lundy my Chocobo Salsa CD. Dave jumped on board and we decided to meet at his house once Chris and I were outfitted in our swimming fineries.
First, we went to Chris' house where I:
1.Layed on his bed
2.Watched Chris' move shit for his parents (a birdbath and a bike)
3.Got bit by Chris' dog
4.Waited in Chris car while his dad explained how to use a check card (Chris used to work at a bank)
We then went to my house, and then to Dave's. Dave was in an argument with his toilet when we got there so we waited for him to get ready and by the time we were on the road, it was 9:15. Dave had to stop and get gas which put us at 9:25. We arrived in Kent just before 10, met Angela and Susan, and alternated between a hot tub and a cold pool. To all my single man-friends out there, let me tell you that the KSU Rec Center is swarming with ladies.
Anyway, we played watergames until almost 11:00 at which point Dave and I parted ways with Chris, Angela, and Susan. On my way home, I managed to negotiate a plan to accompany Lundy and Justin Blanc (my manager) to a birthday party at the Brubaker's in Chapel Hill. Believe me when I say that it was as fun as it sounds. Especially considering that we didn't get there until midnight and most everyone was already drunk or gone. Oh, and Becca Allshouse and Lindsay Maclellan were there. Yeah.
So we stayed at Brubaker's for a little over hour during which time I put 7 songs on the jukebox (including Papa Roach, Linkin Park, Night Ranger, Neal Diamond, and the Geto Boys among others). Not surprisingly, we couldn't bear to stick around to even hear the first song I put on the jukebox but I'm sure all the other bar patrons were pleased with my choices.
On the way home, we were signaled by a great orange and yellow beacon that posessed a strange familiarity to me. Jon Lund proceeded to squeal like a little girl as we drew closer to Sheetz and insisted that we go for some late night...'noppers, is it? I starkly refused but he insisted so we came to an agreement that I would wait in the car while he and Justin patronized the unholy filling station. So wait I did. 5 minutes passed, then 10. When I had waited almost 15 minutes, I decided to go in there and demand that we vacate the tainted place immediately. A sick feeling washed over me as I reached for the door handle. The very same feeling I had experienced earlier in the day that caused me to resist Sheetz' power. But I wasn't about to wait any longer.
As I threw open the door, my mind became clouded, my will no longer my own. Thoughts of leaving vanished as I approached a glowing screen in a daze. Was I...hungry? Yes, hungry. I was hungry...wasn't I? I began punching in the ingredients to what I now refer to as the Bishopper 'Nopper. Swiss cheese, ketchup, mustard, chili, salsa, and pickles. Never before had I desired such an atrocious concotion but it all seemed to make sense under Sheetz' awful spell.
Jon, Justin, and I went out to Justin's car to eat our Sheetz. By the time we were all finished, the three of us were singing Sheetz' praises. We had to have more. We had to. We all went back into Sheetz where, still bewitched by the power of the place, I was overcome with the urge to empty my wallet of all it's contents. I bought some mini powdered donettes, some Air Heads, and some Cheetos Asteroids. Bear in mind that this was all after already consuming a Bishopper 'Nopper which should've filled me up for weeks.
Apparently, Jon and Justin were overcome by the same urge because Jon walked away with another Sheetz and Justin armed with a bag of honey mustard pretzels. It seemed difficult to pull out of the parking lot, a sense of collective sadness washing over the car as we all stuffed our faces with mediocre snacks and vowed to return to Sheetz soon.
However, something became disturbingly apparent on the way home...none of us was even remotely hungry. Halfway through his Sheetz, Jon confessed that he had eaten himself sick but managed to finish it anyway. Justin disgustedly tried to push the pretzels on Jon first, then me when he too realized that he had no desire for them whatsoever. I only managed to eat approximately 1/4 of my Cheetos before sealing them up, most likely never to be opened again. I still haven't even attempted to eat the donuts or the Air Heads. We all returned to the theater a little poorer and a little fuller thanks to the devilish maniputaltion of Sheetz, thus concluding my day.
This LiveJ post is a warning! Sheetz has will-altering powers! Avoid it at all costs! It will suck you in and never let you go! Heed me and STAY AWAY!
P.S. A sincere apology to my baby boy, Chris Burley, to whom I sweared that if I ever went to Sheetz (assuming I never would) he would be the first to go with me. I owe you a Bishopper 'Nopper.
A cold wind blows across the once-molten pits of Hell...for Steve Bishop has eaten a Sheetz.
Allow me to regurgitate the story. It all started when I woke up at 1:30 pm. Why did I wake up so late? Because I went to bed at 5 am. So I wokes up well into the afternoon to eat my personal favorite breakfast of hot chocolate and toast.
Whilst I was consuming my lunchtime breakfast, there was a tapping, a rapping on my door. Who should I hope to see but my original boys, Davey R. and Sir Chris Bu. Needless to say, I was still slightly groggy from sleep and they appeared both shocked and disturbed that a man could be so lazy. I tried to explain that Mr. Sandman comes to my house last but they left wearing the same disapproving looks they had when they had arrived.
They decided to leave me to my own devices while they snagged some lunch at Wendy's Place. I cleaned myself up and was ready to face the day...or what was left of it. Chris eventually returned and whisked me off to the Record Exchange where all I could find was a copy of SimGolf for my little brother since I couldn't stand to watch him play the demo anymore.
After that disappointing excursion, we continued to The Best Buy where I engaged one Ron Boyett(?) in gripping conversation that went something like this...
Ron: Hey, man.
Steve: Oh, hey.
Ron: What's up?
Steve: What?
Ron: I watched that anime you recommended.
Steve: Huh?
Ron: Y'know, Spriggan. Pretty cool. Bloody.
Steve: Oh, yeah.
Ron: Have you seen Jin Roh?
Steve: Yeah, I own it.
Ron: ...
Steve: ...
Ron: So...how is it?
Steve: What? Oh, it's good. Long, but good.
Ron: Bloody?
Steve: Oops, gotta go! See ya!
So from The House that Boyett Built, Chrissy B. and I went to meet Dave R. at Dave R.'s house. One problem...no Dave R.! We went in anyway and proceeded to "hang" with Brian R. and Andrew R. A good time was had by all. Then Dave got home. We hung some more, and then Dave left again while Chris and I were still hanging. Once we were faced with the prospect of Mr. Rich finding us in Dave's house w/o Dave there however, we fled...fast....back to my house...to burn a CD...of the Chocobo theme from Final Fantasy...(Salsa Remix). This is not a joke.
Anyway, after that monkey business was concluded, Chris and I ventured to the Village Thrift. Chris thought about buying a lighter and some short shorts but in the end, opted against it because the line was too long.
We went to JC Comics and had a slightly awkward conversation with JC himself about the nuances of Dungeons and Dragons. We closed the place out and then left, destination unknown. I wasn't paying attention to where we were going until we pulled in...to the Sheetz parking lot. Chris managed to get me out of the car, my hand on the Sheetz door handle, but I felt a surge of willpower and we turned back at the last second. I thought it was over.
From Sheetz, we went to the Chapel Hill Record Exchange where I found slightly less than I had at the Fairlawn Record Exchange. As we were leaving, we decided to meet Dave as he got off work from the movie theater. On the way to said theater, Chris formulated a plan to pay 7 american bone-notes to sit in some water. Naturally, I agreed and we were on our way to pick up Dave.
We met Dave at AMC (RIP GCC, Left-Eye) where I gave Lucky Lundy my Chocobo Salsa CD. Dave jumped on board and we decided to meet at his house once Chris and I were outfitted in our swimming fineries.
First, we went to Chris' house where I:
1.Layed on his bed
2.Watched Chris' move shit for his parents (a birdbath and a bike)
3.Got bit by Chris' dog
4.Waited in Chris car while his dad explained how to use a check card (Chris used to work at a bank)
We then went to my house, and then to Dave's. Dave was in an argument with his toilet when we got there so we waited for him to get ready and by the time we were on the road, it was 9:15. Dave had to stop and get gas which put us at 9:25. We arrived in Kent just before 10, met Angela and Susan, and alternated between a hot tub and a cold pool. To all my single man-friends out there, let me tell you that the KSU Rec Center is swarming with ladies.
Anyway, we played watergames until almost 11:00 at which point Dave and I parted ways with Chris, Angela, and Susan. On my way home, I managed to negotiate a plan to accompany Lundy and Justin Blanc (my manager) to a birthday party at the Brubaker's in Chapel Hill. Believe me when I say that it was as fun as it sounds. Especially considering that we didn't get there until midnight and most everyone was already drunk or gone. Oh, and Becca Allshouse and Lindsay Maclellan were there. Yeah.
So we stayed at Brubaker's for a little over hour during which time I put 7 songs on the jukebox (including Papa Roach, Linkin Park, Night Ranger, Neal Diamond, and the Geto Boys among others). Not surprisingly, we couldn't bear to stick around to even hear the first song I put on the jukebox but I'm sure all the other bar patrons were pleased with my choices.
On the way home, we were signaled by a great orange and yellow beacon that posessed a strange familiarity to me. Jon Lund proceeded to squeal like a little girl as we drew closer to Sheetz and insisted that we go for some late night...'noppers, is it? I starkly refused but he insisted so we came to an agreement that I would wait in the car while he and Justin patronized the unholy filling station. So wait I did. 5 minutes passed, then 10. When I had waited almost 15 minutes, I decided to go in there and demand that we vacate the tainted place immediately. A sick feeling washed over me as I reached for the door handle. The very same feeling I had experienced earlier in the day that caused me to resist Sheetz' power. But I wasn't about to wait any longer.
As I threw open the door, my mind became clouded, my will no longer my own. Thoughts of leaving vanished as I approached a glowing screen in a daze. Was I...hungry? Yes, hungry. I was hungry...wasn't I? I began punching in the ingredients to what I now refer to as the Bishopper 'Nopper. Swiss cheese, ketchup, mustard, chili, salsa, and pickles. Never before had I desired such an atrocious concotion but it all seemed to make sense under Sheetz' awful spell.
Jon, Justin, and I went out to Justin's car to eat our Sheetz. By the time we were all finished, the three of us were singing Sheetz' praises. We had to have more. We had to. We all went back into Sheetz where, still bewitched by the power of the place, I was overcome with the urge to empty my wallet of all it's contents. I bought some mini powdered donettes, some Air Heads, and some Cheetos Asteroids. Bear in mind that this was all after already consuming a Bishopper 'Nopper which should've filled me up for weeks.
Apparently, Jon and Justin were overcome by the same urge because Jon walked away with another Sheetz and Justin armed with a bag of honey mustard pretzels. It seemed difficult to pull out of the parking lot, a sense of collective sadness washing over the car as we all stuffed our faces with mediocre snacks and vowed to return to Sheetz soon.
However, something became disturbingly apparent on the way home...none of us was even remotely hungry. Halfway through his Sheetz, Jon confessed that he had eaten himself sick but managed to finish it anyway. Justin disgustedly tried to push the pretzels on Jon first, then me when he too realized that he had no desire for them whatsoever. I only managed to eat approximately 1/4 of my Cheetos before sealing them up, most likely never to be opened again. I still haven't even attempted to eat the donuts or the Air Heads. We all returned to the theater a little poorer and a little fuller thanks to the devilish maniputaltion of Sheetz, thus concluding my day.
This LiveJ post is a warning! Sheetz has will-altering powers! Avoid it at all costs! It will suck you in and never let you go! Heed me and STAY AWAY!
P.S. A sincere apology to my baby boy, Chris Burley, to whom I sweared that if I ever went to Sheetz (assuming I never would) he would be the first to go with me. I owe you a Bishopper 'Nopper.