Q-S-A-T-R!
Bryant lives under a rock and doesn't know how to spell Usher's name. But, it makes for hours of laughter and entertainment. He was sitting at my desk and I was typing my ridiculous paper, Khalei was dancing around to Usher, since we had an Usher fest yesterday, and Bryant starts singing along with "Nice and Slow." He does have a pretty nice voice, but then he got to the part where he spells his name. Typically, it's "U-SH-E-R-R-A-Y-M-O-N-D" right? Right. I'm singing along too, but I vaguely hear Bryant behind me, "Q-S-A-T-R-R-Y-M-N-O-D" or something of the like. Khalei and I did a double take. Then we made fun of him for an hour, by randomly spelling out non-existant words starting with a Q.
Khalei was quite a spaz last night and we amused ourselves by not going to the rally and instead listened to Ludacris and Usher albums obscenely loudly while pretending to do homework. My particular favorite was the blasting of "What's Your Fantasy" and leaving our door open on purpose. Then we wrote, "DANCE PARTY!" on the door and Mercedes came in and asked us if it really was, but by that time we were back to pretending to do homework, so no dance party. So we talked for awhile and she wandered back to her room. More random outbursts and spasms. Some apparently hot guy called Khalei and she went into hysterics, haha. We ran downstairs to write a teasing note on Bryant's door, and then ran up to Liz's room to tell her about it. And then she came to visit us and admired my new shelving. Then I watched Family Guy and laughed myself retarded, as usual. We watched Futurama, Sealab, and then some bad MTV Punk'd until 1:30 because neither one of us could sleep. Tonight is party night, so I'll be by my lonesome here. But Angela is coming tomorrow, and that makes me happy.
Talking to Matthew makes me smile. I should check his website for any more random updates.
History class at 1:10, followed by some errands since I couldn't go yesterday because of the John Edwards rally. I just wanted some fucking books! And then putting money on my Bobcat account and doing some laundry because I am down to pretty much nothing. I'm a lamer. I knew this would happen.
Loves. <3
Khalei was quite a spaz last night and we amused ourselves by not going to the rally and instead listened to Ludacris and Usher albums obscenely loudly while pretending to do homework. My particular favorite was the blasting of "What's Your Fantasy" and leaving our door open on purpose. Then we wrote, "DANCE PARTY!" on the door and Mercedes came in and asked us if it really was, but by that time we were back to pretending to do homework, so no dance party. So we talked for awhile and she wandered back to her room. More random outbursts and spasms. Some apparently hot guy called Khalei and she went into hysterics, haha. We ran downstairs to write a teasing note on Bryant's door, and then ran up to Liz's room to tell her about it. And then she came to visit us and admired my new shelving. Then I watched Family Guy and laughed myself retarded, as usual. We watched Futurama, Sealab, and then some bad MTV Punk'd until 1:30 because neither one of us could sleep. Tonight is party night, so I'll be by my lonesome here. But Angela is coming tomorrow, and that makes me happy.
Talking to Matthew makes me smile. I should check his website for any more random updates.
History class at 1:10, followed by some errands since I couldn't go yesterday because of the John Edwards rally. I just wanted some fucking books! And then putting money on my Bobcat account and doing some laundry because I am down to pretty much nothing. I'm a lamer. I knew this would happen.
Loves. <3