The Robot is ALWAYS funny.
Alright, with this entry, I'm just gonna write whatever comes to mind...no matter how twisted or random it may be.
Ah, LiveJournal, without you, I'd probably be...the exact same. But whatever. Omarion is the man. I mean, have you fucking SEEN "You Got Served"? Yeah, exactly. So shut the fuck up. It's movies like that and shit that make me wish I could dance in some sort of "fresh" way that impresses the ladies. But oh wait, my penis does that already....awkward silence...more awkward silence.
Speaking of my penis, it hasn't seen any action this summer. My mouth has, but how easy and not that big of a deal is it to make out at our age? Shit, I'll be a bonafied adult in about 3 months. I just bought an awesome snow camo Yankess hat...it's fucking sweet. I'll post a picture of it, because I know my picture sections are a treat for you bastards. Don't deny it...my love that is.
Oh Erica Hensley, if you still read this, I just wanted to say that I DO want to stay friends, but am afraid of the awkardness and wrath I might get if I call you. But if you give me the okay, I'll call you and we can have a discussion. And by the way, I still read your LiveJournal. Most. Emotional. Person. Ever. But in a good/really creep way. Just kiddin', playa.
I have a biore nasal strip on right now. It looks like I broke my nose...or became gay, either way, good stuff. By the way, Best Week Ever is quite possibly the best show ever in the history of best show everness. The only thing that may compete is The Inferno...or the Matt Having Sex Show (Hopefully late Sunday night).
Yeah, I had one of the worst dates of my life recently with some chick I asked out at the Washington Mutual on Western. I forgot a pen, and I needed to deposit a check, so I asked this attractive girl. When I was done, I asked her if she was busy the next night. She said no, but when I called the next day, she was all, "Oh. Yeah. I forgot I had plans. Call me later in the week." So I did, and asked her if dinner and a movie would be alright, and she said, "Yeah. I was thinking something more like coffee?" She went on to explain that she wasn't looking for a serious relationship, and I assured her that I wasn't either. So the downfall began right there because then I had to act like I was just looking for a "friend", when in reality I was looking for someone to hook up with over summer. Stupid women, don't you guys know that that's all WE'RE EVER looking for? I guess unless we say otherwise. And if you're not going to hook up with us, at least humor us and get a kick-ass free dinner out of it. LEARN TO USE US MORE, WOMEN!!! WE LIKE IT!!!
I'm getting really nervous about my whole changing major thing. For those of you who don't know, I'm going to try to change my major from Political Science to Film, but I have to get into the film school first...a very hard thing to do. So wish me luck, sluts...wish me luck...sluts. You'll see my name in film credits soon, even if it is next to "Scared Guy #2".
"OHHHH. That's gon' be the sound, girl when it's goin' down. Lemme hear you say Oh when I'm hittin' it. Lemme hear you say Oh when I'm hittin' it." Yes, my theme song. Who am I kidding? I've realized I could quite possibly be the worst lover ever. Hear that ladies? I'll be expecting your calls.
Fourth of July was a blast, sort of. I passed out by about 6, and went to sleep by 8. So I guess it was more of a little explosion...but a good one. I didn't hook up, much to my dismay. I tried, but failed. I've discovered that I only have game when I have places to take girls. Like an apartment or frat house. Ya know? If you have no place and booze to offer, what chick will want to chill with you? I call it "The Theory of Quantum Sluttiness". Look for my book on it. The publish date is October 8, 2005.
I'm all tuckered out. I guess I'll leave you with something to chew on. There's a lingering suspicion that you want to have sex with me. Don't fight it. Just take it slow...and let the good times roll. Thank YOU Sean William Scott.
PEACE SKANKS!!!
Ah, LiveJournal, without you, I'd probably be...the exact same. But whatever. Omarion is the man. I mean, have you fucking SEEN "You Got Served"? Yeah, exactly. So shut the fuck up. It's movies like that and shit that make me wish I could dance in some sort of "fresh" way that impresses the ladies. But oh wait, my penis does that already....awkward silence...more awkward silence.
Speaking of my penis, it hasn't seen any action this summer. My mouth has, but how easy and not that big of a deal is it to make out at our age? Shit, I'll be a bonafied adult in about 3 months. I just bought an awesome snow camo Yankess hat...it's fucking sweet. I'll post a picture of it, because I know my picture sections are a treat for you bastards. Don't deny it...my love that is.
Oh Erica Hensley, if you still read this, I just wanted to say that I DO want to stay friends, but am afraid of the awkardness and wrath I might get if I call you. But if you give me the okay, I'll call you and we can have a discussion. And by the way, I still read your LiveJournal. Most. Emotional. Person. Ever. But in a good/really creep way. Just kiddin', playa.
I have a biore nasal strip on right now. It looks like I broke my nose...or became gay, either way, good stuff. By the way, Best Week Ever is quite possibly the best show ever in the history of best show everness. The only thing that may compete is The Inferno...or the Matt Having Sex Show (Hopefully late Sunday night).
Yeah, I had one of the worst dates of my life recently with some chick I asked out at the Washington Mutual on Western. I forgot a pen, and I needed to deposit a check, so I asked this attractive girl. When I was done, I asked her if she was busy the next night. She said no, but when I called the next day, she was all, "Oh. Yeah. I forgot I had plans. Call me later in the week." So I did, and asked her if dinner and a movie would be alright, and she said, "Yeah. I was thinking something more like coffee?" She went on to explain that she wasn't looking for a serious relationship, and I assured her that I wasn't either. So the downfall began right there because then I had to act like I was just looking for a "friend", when in reality I was looking for someone to hook up with over summer. Stupid women, don't you guys know that that's all WE'RE EVER looking for? I guess unless we say otherwise. And if you're not going to hook up with us, at least humor us and get a kick-ass free dinner out of it. LEARN TO USE US MORE, WOMEN!!! WE LIKE IT!!!
I'm getting really nervous about my whole changing major thing. For those of you who don't know, I'm going to try to change my major from Political Science to Film, but I have to get into the film school first...a very hard thing to do. So wish me luck, sluts...wish me luck...sluts. You'll see my name in film credits soon, even if it is next to "Scared Guy #2".
"OHHHH. That's gon' be the sound, girl when it's goin' down. Lemme hear you say Oh when I'm hittin' it. Lemme hear you say Oh when I'm hittin' it." Yes, my theme song. Who am I kidding? I've realized I could quite possibly be the worst lover ever. Hear that ladies? I'll be expecting your calls.
Fourth of July was a blast, sort of. I passed out by about 6, and went to sleep by 8. So I guess it was more of a little explosion...but a good one. I didn't hook up, much to my dismay. I tried, but failed. I've discovered that I only have game when I have places to take girls. Like an apartment or frat house. Ya know? If you have no place and booze to offer, what chick will want to chill with you? I call it "The Theory of Quantum Sluttiness". Look for my book on it. The publish date is October 8, 2005.
I'm all tuckered out. I guess I'll leave you with something to chew on. There's a lingering suspicion that you want to have sex with me. Don't fight it. Just take it slow...and let the good times roll. Thank YOU Sean William Scott.
PEACE SKANKS!!!