Parties, Crack, and 1914
I went to a party last night. It was awesome. First, because Ant and Mike Julian were there. It was like the three amigos reunited to put a stop to evil and jam out while doing so. Second, because I saw people who I haven't seen since highschool graduation. So there was a lot of "So what have you been up to?" It's hard to sum up almost four years in as few sentences as possible. My answer was something along the lines, "I'm going to UMass, studying theater, have a girlfriend, been dating for almost 2 years, I have pierced nipples." To this last part, I would then have to show the nips off. It was very funny because none of them, in their wildest imaginations, would have ever imagined that I, sweet and shy Romo, would do this. It was even funnier with Jessica Monteleone, who I haven't seen since I moved out of Enfield! So I haven't seen her since 6 - 7th grade, and I was probably 12 or 13. She wouldn't have expected that I would grow up to have pierced nipples. But enough of my nipples. The party was fun. We listened to Bach, played beer pong (of which I only won one game :( , I suck) and just chilled with my homies.
Today will mark the second day of no World of Warcraft for me, or as Jerry likes to call it, World of Warcrack. I won't be playing it for another 8 days, until I come back home to Sunderland in the new year. If what he says is true, and I really am addicted to it, then I should soon be having the fits and shivers, a few chills, and be extremely tricked out. So far, nothing. It goes to show: Jerry is wrong about it and should just start playing the game with me.
I watched a History Channel special on "The Christmas Truce." During World War I, on December 25th, 1914, along the Western Front in an area of fighting taking place over what in the future will be a turnip field, the Germans and the British crossed boundaries and entered "No Man's Land," and celebrated Christmas together. They talked, played football (which the Germans won), took pictures, traded cigarettes, cut hair, helped each other bury the dead, everything. For one day, after weeks of fighting and losing morale, both sides laid down arms to just...I don't know...to chill. It would be known across the world as the Christmas Truce. Of course, the higher ups wouldn't have any of it, and so threatened, on both sides, any fraternizing would be seen as treason. It never happened again.
The point is, they were able to forget a stupid war and just be friends. And so, if I were to have one Christmas wish, I would ask that everyday, and not just on the 25th, everyone would just chill the fuck out, ask themselves, "Who gives a shit?" and then go about to cut each other's hair and play football, American or English.
To everyone else, Happy Holidays!
Today will mark the second day of no World of Warcraft for me, or as Jerry likes to call it, World of Warcrack. I won't be playing it for another 8 days, until I come back home to Sunderland in the new year. If what he says is true, and I really am addicted to it, then I should soon be having the fits and shivers, a few chills, and be extremely tricked out. So far, nothing. It goes to show: Jerry is wrong about it and should just start playing the game with me.
I watched a History Channel special on "The Christmas Truce." During World War I, on December 25th, 1914, along the Western Front in an area of fighting taking place over what in the future will be a turnip field, the Germans and the British crossed boundaries and entered "No Man's Land," and celebrated Christmas together. They talked, played football (which the Germans won), took pictures, traded cigarettes, cut hair, helped each other bury the dead, everything. For one day, after weeks of fighting and losing morale, both sides laid down arms to just...I don't know...to chill. It would be known across the world as the Christmas Truce. Of course, the higher ups wouldn't have any of it, and so threatened, on both sides, any fraternizing would be seen as treason. It never happened again.
The point is, they were able to forget a stupid war and just be friends. And so, if I were to have one Christmas wish, I would ask that everyday, and not just on the 25th, everyone would just chill the fuck out, ask themselves, "Who gives a shit?" and then go about to cut each other's hair and play football, American or English.
To everyone else, Happy Holidays!