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Today went by ridiculously fast, probably because I went to sleep at 7 yesterday due to a massive headache. Damn the 5 cans of mountain dew I drank. Did you know that it lowers your sperm count? Although I probably already did that today to Kyle when I accidentally kicked him in the balls...sorry about that one.
Ok, I lied. Im not really sorry. It actually made me laugh. Hard. And not to mention bring a smile to the teacher idly standing by. Just think, your pain caused two people happiness.
Well, Im also not sorry to say I didnt watch the superbowl like every other person on the face of the planet. Or at least the 52% or whatever of our population that did. Nope, not me. See, Im the kind of sports fan that other sports fans hate. Im the kind of "sports fan" that occasionally flips the channel from MTV's marathon of Jackass to watch the famous commercials that companies payed 2.4 million to air. Then the next morning spend about 3 minutes in front of the tv watching the news to check the scores and to discover the winner. Not that I even knew who was playing, or cared for that matter. I think this is pure genius, porque I save precious time doing something worth while AND I look like Im hip, cool, and "with-it" by knowing the score. If im lucky I'll throw in a couple of the player's names. That is if my attention span will's me the power to be attentive to the instant replay's for that long. But most likely not.
Caitlin and I saw Boogeyman last friday. And no, it wasnt scary. Not even a little. But then how could it be when the "Boogeyman" looked like a combination of Gollum from Lord of The Rings and Clay Aiken. Exactly.
And since when did little midget Indian Ridge kids start hanging out at the AMC? That killed it for me. Especially when some little 12 year old started hitting on me. Granted he was half my size and I didnt speak ebonics, so I didnt have a clue as to what he was trying to say. this is how our conversation went:
Kid: Your hot
Me: Your ugly
Kid: .......
Kid #2: Can I get yo digits?
Me: no
Kid #2: How about you pregnant?
Me: no
Kid #2: Your a bitch
Me: ::Throws coke at Kid #2::
and that was the end of that conversation.
so besides the little kids making me and caitlin look like petifiles, the night was fun. Publix, creamers, and chicken. Oh and Ryan. The usual.
Could write more but the Aim calls to me.
Ok, I lied. Im not really sorry. It actually made me laugh. Hard. And not to mention bring a smile to the teacher idly standing by. Just think, your pain caused two people happiness.
Well, Im also not sorry to say I didnt watch the superbowl like every other person on the face of the planet. Or at least the 52% or whatever of our population that did. Nope, not me. See, Im the kind of sports fan that other sports fans hate. Im the kind of "sports fan" that occasionally flips the channel from MTV's marathon of Jackass to watch the famous commercials that companies payed 2.4 million to air. Then the next morning spend about 3 minutes in front of the tv watching the news to check the scores and to discover the winner. Not that I even knew who was playing, or cared for that matter. I think this is pure genius, porque I save precious time doing something worth while AND I look like Im hip, cool, and "with-it" by knowing the score. If im lucky I'll throw in a couple of the player's names. That is if my attention span will's me the power to be attentive to the instant replay's for that long. But most likely not.
Caitlin and I saw Boogeyman last friday. And no, it wasnt scary. Not even a little. But then how could it be when the "Boogeyman" looked like a combination of Gollum from Lord of The Rings and Clay Aiken. Exactly.
And since when did little midget Indian Ridge kids start hanging out at the AMC? That killed it for me. Especially when some little 12 year old started hitting on me. Granted he was half my size and I didnt speak ebonics, so I didnt have a clue as to what he was trying to say. this is how our conversation went:
Kid: Your hot
Me: Your ugly
Kid: .......
Kid #2: Can I get yo digits?
Me: no
Kid #2: How about you pregnant?
Me: no
Kid #2: Your a bitch
Me: ::Throws coke at Kid #2::
and that was the end of that conversation.
so besides the little kids making me and caitlin look like petifiles, the night was fun. Publix, creamers, and chicken. Oh and Ryan. The usual.
Could write more but the Aim calls to me.