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What an awesome Christmas break. I feel refreshed and alive. Spending time with family and friends was soy good, but drinking and dancing takes the cake/trophy/virginity. My mom rented made for TV movies, what a dear. rmbr: SYBIL. Hanging out in Langley for a couple of days was good. It was cool to not have a tree and not to buy each other stupid gifts. Yay quality time! I introduced my family to celebrities (the club? sure, why not). Damn, people can't help but love that game. Also, Langley friends of Michael are so sweet. I miss you but I won't visit you! xoxo
But really, I think I discovered the true meaning of Christmas. If I didn't discover it, I certainly repeated what I thought it was several times: drinking!
NYE 2007. First, I'm not having a party again. Second, maybe for my birthday. Anyway, it was the craziest party that has ever taken place at my house. There weren't the most people there, but definitely the craziest. There was a threesome in Scott's room (Scott unincluded and pouty haha) and a socalled lesbian orgy downstairs. Sweet. Somehow, our compost was broken at the end of the night? Oh God, I made the worst decision late in the evening when some guy asked me, "Hey Michael, are you queer?" Yah huh. "Yah, me too." Oh really, what a crazy coincidence, what a crazy queer coincidence! Let's make out now. I let him pick me up (stupid decision) and then I get dropped down the stairs, all the way to the bottom. I didn't get hurt, thankfully, but it was a fucked up situation, so fucked up. I guess heteroflexible = queer, I guess, sure. Umbrella ella ella eh term. Okay. But seriously, that was messed up. We continued to make out, of course. urgh! People were doing shots out of a certain someone's ass cheeks. Luv it. Can't wait for the party pictures to make it my way! One of Katie's friends sent her an apology letter the next day for getting so drunk and being so rowdy. Hilariously considerate. If I had to choose which night I got the drunkest, it would be New Years. no shit
Some random Thursday, I went to a welcome back get together for a friend of mine. People were tired, some post stoned they said, burnt out. I wasn't stoned, but wanted to go out dancing, some really good dancing, for the last time of the break. Anyway, I'm waiting for a friend to show up, so I'm making conversation with people to entertain myself. Out of all the people I met on break, this 26yr old guy I randomly meet there is the most amusing, very different. I even told him I found him amusing and he asked, "You mean funny or interesting?" I reply, "Can't it mean both?" He is the German. His german accent rules. He tells me, "You don't have many blond hair, blue eyed people in Vancouver (fawn-coo-fuh)?" I laugh and say, sarcastically, "You mean Arian? I guess not." "You have many asians in Vancouver, yes?" "Yes. Aren't they in Germany?" "No." "What kind of people live in Germany?" "Germans." What does this make you think of! He gave me his email just in case I ever visit Germany. He insists I attend Oktoberfest in September. I love you, Germany!
I didn't end up doing much crazy dancing because I was so enthralled with the German. However, a night with Alex proved to make up for it. I had already had my last night of dancing, I thought, had my shot to have a good time. Alex comes over, we drink, decide we must have something to do. It's Friday night, Mod Club, I say. Boo. We go to Lick. I look inside and it is packed (for Lick, at least). Every bar stool has someone sitting on it, people are crowding around the dance floor and nobody is dancing. Drunken courage tells me that we could start the dancing, but only if we go in with no reservations and a strong resolve to dance-dance-dance. We did and within a couple minutes, the dance floor packed in. Crazy dancing was the answer. I felt proud to start the dance party. Being the first people on the dance floor rules, but only if it works. People were so complimentary, someone bought us drinks and said we were amazing. I danced like the last party I went to at seamrippers. Fierce.
Now I'm back in school. Yesterday was so busy. Okay, I'm going to go wait in the bookstore line for 7 hours now. o damn
But really, I think I discovered the true meaning of Christmas. If I didn't discover it, I certainly repeated what I thought it was several times: drinking!
NYE 2007. First, I'm not having a party again. Second, maybe for my birthday. Anyway, it was the craziest party that has ever taken place at my house. There weren't the most people there, but definitely the craziest. There was a threesome in Scott's room (Scott unincluded and pouty haha) and a socalled lesbian orgy downstairs. Sweet. Somehow, our compost was broken at the end of the night? Oh God, I made the worst decision late in the evening when some guy asked me, "Hey Michael, are you queer?" Yah huh. "Yah, me too." Oh really, what a crazy coincidence, what a crazy queer coincidence! Let's make out now. I let him pick me up (stupid decision) and then I get dropped down the stairs, all the way to the bottom. I didn't get hurt, thankfully, but it was a fucked up situation, so fucked up. I guess heteroflexible = queer, I guess, sure. Umbrella ella ella eh term. Okay. But seriously, that was messed up. We continued to make out, of course. urgh! People were doing shots out of a certain someone's ass cheeks. Luv it. Can't wait for the party pictures to make it my way! One of Katie's friends sent her an apology letter the next day for getting so drunk and being so rowdy. Hilariously considerate. If I had to choose which night I got the drunkest, it would be New Years. no shit
Some random Thursday, I went to a welcome back get together for a friend of mine. People were tired, some post stoned they said, burnt out. I wasn't stoned, but wanted to go out dancing, some really good dancing, for the last time of the break. Anyway, I'm waiting for a friend to show up, so I'm making conversation with people to entertain myself. Out of all the people I met on break, this 26yr old guy I randomly meet there is the most amusing, very different. I even told him I found him amusing and he asked, "You mean funny or interesting?" I reply, "Can't it mean both?" He is the German. His german accent rules. He tells me, "You don't have many blond hair, blue eyed people in Vancouver (fawn-coo-fuh)?" I laugh and say, sarcastically, "You mean Arian? I guess not." "You have many asians in Vancouver, yes?" "Yes. Aren't they in Germany?" "No." "What kind of people live in Germany?" "Germans." What does this make you think of! He gave me his email just in case I ever visit Germany. He insists I attend Oktoberfest in September. I love you, Germany!
I didn't end up doing much crazy dancing because I was so enthralled with the German. However, a night with Alex proved to make up for it. I had already had my last night of dancing, I thought, had my shot to have a good time. Alex comes over, we drink, decide we must have something to do. It's Friday night, Mod Club, I say. Boo. We go to Lick. I look inside and it is packed (for Lick, at least). Every bar stool has someone sitting on it, people are crowding around the dance floor and nobody is dancing. Drunken courage tells me that we could start the dancing, but only if we go in with no reservations and a strong resolve to dance-dance-dance. We did and within a couple minutes, the dance floor packed in. Crazy dancing was the answer. I felt proud to start the dance party. Being the first people on the dance floor rules, but only if it works. People were so complimentary, someone bought us drinks and said we were amazing. I danced like the last party I went to at seamrippers. Fierce.
Now I'm back in school. Yesterday was so busy. Okay, I'm going to go wait in the bookstore line for 7 hours now. o damn