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And the words that came out of my mouth were, "This will make me update my lame online journal."
I purchased a ceasar chicken and bacon pita spruced with a few crisp leaves of lettuce, all drowned in a creamy gourmet ranch sauce. I took a bite and fell off the planet for a second, only to pick myself back up and do it all over again.
It's the type of food that tastes ten thousand times more scrumptiously delectable when you're a little bit inebriated. And the four beers I had bonged in ten minutes prior, were telling me I was a little bit inebriated. Touch, smell, vision, and the ears were all a little out of focus. But one thing was pretty crystal, that pita tasted like a pint of ecstasy.
So I got another. Nearly died the second time too. And me and Chris and Alice and Kelly walked the walk out of there, only of course, after the Wu informed the "sandwich artist" of how he embodied that ridiculous Zoolander quote. You know the one. We high tailed it back across Grand River, stopping to not get hit by cars as I like my face how it is.
To Campbell, to Campbell hall forthwith! To do some more bonging, even though it was thirty past one. And we stopped in front of a chill group of people for no reason at all. But Mrs. Popular happened to know them. So we stayed and chilled. Alice threw me a beer to me. I cracked it, and there's nothing like the crack of a cold burr in the cool of the night.
We chilled for a while before deciding to go into Campbell's homely domain. Everyone walked steadily in front, Alice and I brought up the rear. I looked to the right, two bright lights were bouncing towards me. Mind you there is no road anywhere nearby. The first thing that came to mind, we are dying tonight. Some drunken idiot is coming after the minorities.
The car raced in front of us. All I needed to see was that it was a Jeep and white. I waved goodbye to my beer, steathily launching it several feet behind me. The Jeep slams to a halt. Alice and I are standing there. I turn twenty one in three months is all that I could think. The cop gets out of the car. Alice and I are standing. The cop walks by us and says, "How are you guys doing?"
Then he bolts off in the direction we were heading. Alice starts walking after him. I stop her, the other way. The other way. CCC. Cool, calm, and collected. Think CCC. I yelled out some profanities before Alice quieted me. "This is it," she said. "This was supposed to be it. I was just like okay. Okay. It's about time."
We walked towards her dorm in shock. "And this will make me update my livejournal for the first time in seven weeks," I stated. Alice said something about this being beyond Livejournal, but I can't remember what. And now we've dodged a bullet. I've got three more months to go. Three more. Good luck with your two years, Alice.
I purchased a ceasar chicken and bacon pita spruced with a few crisp leaves of lettuce, all drowned in a creamy gourmet ranch sauce. I took a bite and fell off the planet for a second, only to pick myself back up and do it all over again.
It's the type of food that tastes ten thousand times more scrumptiously delectable when you're a little bit inebriated. And the four beers I had bonged in ten minutes prior, were telling me I was a little bit inebriated. Touch, smell, vision, and the ears were all a little out of focus. But one thing was pretty crystal, that pita tasted like a pint of ecstasy.
So I got another. Nearly died the second time too. And me and Chris and Alice and Kelly walked the walk out of there, only of course, after the Wu informed the "sandwich artist" of how he embodied that ridiculous Zoolander quote. You know the one. We high tailed it back across Grand River, stopping to not get hit by cars as I like my face how it is.
To Campbell, to Campbell hall forthwith! To do some more bonging, even though it was thirty past one. And we stopped in front of a chill group of people for no reason at all. But Mrs. Popular happened to know them. So we stayed and chilled. Alice threw me a beer to me. I cracked it, and there's nothing like the crack of a cold burr in the cool of the night.
We chilled for a while before deciding to go into Campbell's homely domain. Everyone walked steadily in front, Alice and I brought up the rear. I looked to the right, two bright lights were bouncing towards me. Mind you there is no road anywhere nearby. The first thing that came to mind, we are dying tonight. Some drunken idiot is coming after the minorities.
The car raced in front of us. All I needed to see was that it was a Jeep and white. I waved goodbye to my beer, steathily launching it several feet behind me. The Jeep slams to a halt. Alice and I are standing there. I turn twenty one in three months is all that I could think. The cop gets out of the car. Alice and I are standing. The cop walks by us and says, "How are you guys doing?"
Then he bolts off in the direction we were heading. Alice starts walking after him. I stop her, the other way. The other way. CCC. Cool, calm, and collected. Think CCC. I yelled out some profanities before Alice quieted me. "This is it," she said. "This was supposed to be it. I was just like okay. Okay. It's about time."
We walked towards her dorm in shock. "And this will make me update my livejournal for the first time in seven weeks," I stated. Alice said something about this being beyond Livejournal, but I can't remember what. And now we've dodged a bullet. I've got three more months to go. Three more. Good luck with your two years, Alice.