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I feel like I'm losing touch with all my LJ buddies, and I would really like to somehow reforge it like a rusty weapon into a piece of high-carbon, awesome to the max steel to cut these ties of distance in twain.
But I'm no black smith... no kind of smith at all.
Except for my last name, of course.
So I just got done typing a thesis/research style paper for French. My GOD. It was like stabbing myself in the eye with a drill made of acid, fire, and ticks put together. It was a compare & contrast paper between the modes of transportation in the US and France... yawn.
I only hope my teacher doesn't cry outwardly half as much as I did inside.
On to the future!
Have a bio midterm on monday that I am not looking forward to... in fact, you could say I am outright loathing it.
During Spring Break, I'll be spending a few days at home then trucking down to Savannah to meet up with, among others, Nick Johnson and Lizz. Speaking of the devil, I saw Nick outside during one of my smoking sessions with Sharon. We chatted it up and cracked a few jokes... I regaled him with the most horrible night that anyone could have possibly had, except Nick Bilz had it. So now I will retell it to you.
Myself, Nick, T.O., T.O.'s roommate, Kevin, Jana Michaelson, and Megan Lankford were hanging out at T.O.'s room withstanding a barrage of acrid, biting drunk talk the likes of which I have never heard escape T.O.'s lips. When he was about to pass out, he ejected us from his room so the party moved a floor up to my place. My neighbor and smoking buddy Jared recently obtained Dave's Insanity Sauce, an incredibly spicy hotsauce that only the bravest should consume, and was passing it out to all my hallmates for them to try. He dollaps a little bit on our party's fingers, inviting each of us to partake. Kevin didn't feel like trying it out, so he attempted to wipe it off on the back of his pant leg... and I stress the word "attempted". He did it so fast, a few drops were flung from his fingertip (one whizzing past my face), and one of these drops just so happened to land a direct hit in Nick Bilz's right eye.
After about half an hour of screaming and attempting to wash his eye out, Jared, Nick, my other friend Jason, and I head outside for a smoke. I went inside after I was done and the remaining three stayed outside.
This is where the story get's painfully funny.
Nick told me this morning that he said something vulgar/offensive to Jared an dapologized prufusely, saying somewhere in there that he should be "kicked in the balls for saying something like that." Jason, spotting the opportunity to be witty and clever, winds back his right leg in a pantomime of a kick, however, he decided to follow through. Nick did not anticipate this. Nick stood up just as Jason's right foot began its motion, and he accidentally scored a direct hit on Nick's cojones. Nick then fell down, cried for about ten minutes about how much his life sucked, then double-barreled two cigarettes for the next twenty minutes until some sorority girl coming back from a social took pity on him and helped him up... I still don't know why Jared or Jason didn't try to do it beforehand, but the story is funnier anyway without their intervention. I believe the only way Nick's night could have possibly been worse is if he was shot accidentally in a gang related drive-by or both his parents died in a plane crash... thankfully neither occurred.
That's what's going on in my semi-interesting life on campus. Who am I kidding, it's not interesting at all.
Catch you all later
But I'm no black smith... no kind of smith at all.
Except for my last name, of course.
So I just got done typing a thesis/research style paper for French. My GOD. It was like stabbing myself in the eye with a drill made of acid, fire, and ticks put together. It was a compare & contrast paper between the modes of transportation in the US and France... yawn.
I only hope my teacher doesn't cry outwardly half as much as I did inside.
On to the future!
Have a bio midterm on monday that I am not looking forward to... in fact, you could say I am outright loathing it.
During Spring Break, I'll be spending a few days at home then trucking down to Savannah to meet up with, among others, Nick Johnson and Lizz. Speaking of the devil, I saw Nick outside during one of my smoking sessions with Sharon. We chatted it up and cracked a few jokes... I regaled him with the most horrible night that anyone could have possibly had, except Nick Bilz had it. So now I will retell it to you.
Myself, Nick, T.O., T.O.'s roommate, Kevin, Jana Michaelson, and Megan Lankford were hanging out at T.O.'s room withstanding a barrage of acrid, biting drunk talk the likes of which I have never heard escape T.O.'s lips. When he was about to pass out, he ejected us from his room so the party moved a floor up to my place. My neighbor and smoking buddy Jared recently obtained Dave's Insanity Sauce, an incredibly spicy hotsauce that only the bravest should consume, and was passing it out to all my hallmates for them to try. He dollaps a little bit on our party's fingers, inviting each of us to partake. Kevin didn't feel like trying it out, so he attempted to wipe it off on the back of his pant leg... and I stress the word "attempted". He did it so fast, a few drops were flung from his fingertip (one whizzing past my face), and one of these drops just so happened to land a direct hit in Nick Bilz's right eye.
After about half an hour of screaming and attempting to wash his eye out, Jared, Nick, my other friend Jason, and I head outside for a smoke. I went inside after I was done and the remaining three stayed outside.
This is where the story get's painfully funny.
Nick told me this morning that he said something vulgar/offensive to Jared an dapologized prufusely, saying somewhere in there that he should be "kicked in the balls for saying something like that." Jason, spotting the opportunity to be witty and clever, winds back his right leg in a pantomime of a kick, however, he decided to follow through. Nick did not anticipate this. Nick stood up just as Jason's right foot began its motion, and he accidentally scored a direct hit on Nick's cojones. Nick then fell down, cried for about ten minutes about how much his life sucked, then double-barreled two cigarettes for the next twenty minutes until some sorority girl coming back from a social took pity on him and helped him up... I still don't know why Jared or Jason didn't try to do it beforehand, but the story is funnier anyway without their intervention. I believe the only way Nick's night could have possibly been worse is if he was shot accidentally in a gang related drive-by or both his parents died in a plane crash... thankfully neither occurred.
That's what's going on in my semi-interesting life on campus. Who am I kidding, it's not interesting at all.
Catch you all later