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So I went "home" last weekend...home being the aversion that is my parent's house in Lapeer. My favorite kids from high school, the Tuni twins, just so happened to be having a little L-towner get together that night, so I thought to myself, "What the fuck, why not go and hold back a little vomit?" But it really wasn't bad...quite enjoyable really. What did I get out of it? Nothing. (Except 1 miniature cup cake out of a carton full and a cake that was generically part-mine due to that routine birthday shiz...thanks George, if only I could have fought off the fatties.) But I did come back with the thought of someone calling me a bastard (or something of the sort) because I've officially/unofficially "quite livejournal" (Lapeer kids love this shit). So here's to you my partner in East hill/drunk-driving crime...
I told Johnny Rhodes that I would make my next entry entirely about the very brave Jennifer Jostock. I recently received word that she is responsible for a quite clever, and definitely not weak, statement made towards me some time ago on the maturity that is an anonymous livejournal comment. I thought, "why not direct an entire entry to the brilliance that is Jen 'lightly' insulting me with an ANONYMOUS comment?" An ANONYMOUS comment. One more time...ANONYMOUS. But I realized as soon as I pressed the update button and stared impassively at the obnoxious white screen, that it is simply not worth my time. Nor is it worth my time to be offended by the fact that someone is so afraid of me that they have to insult me anonymously...further expanding my badass ego. I have come to accept the fact that people will never learn how to vent their "problems" correctly, and focus their hatred on others...you know, that stuff that'll get you in a tiffy, like the fact that someone could stupidly switch their college preference to chase after someone who could give a shit less about their existence, or the fact that your only friend is Dustin King...poor Jen, don't worry, you'll grow into that forehead someday. You really got me with that one. I would've never expected you to have such an abundance of wit to possess the mentality to insult someone anonymously...on livejournal...all the while having perfect punctuation. Just thought I'd return the maturity favor and give a little non-anonymous "shout-out" sista. Now fuck off.
Now on to bigger and better things...such as, myself. Proper "update" in short...this summer will consist of numerous music-oriented festivals, frequent trips to Tennessee, perhaps some more traveling, possibly throw an internship in there and...the White Stripes (the fact that Jack has made a new album makes me want to insert one of those foul smile emoticon shits right here...). I will live in Detroit and attend a video production school this fall...I left MSU with a 3.7 GPA and a realization that the video/audio production program is just as beneficial as me sticking my finger up my ass and waiting for something to happen. College was great. MSU was fucking excellent, but I know where I want to be now, and the frivolity of life is no longer appealing to me anymore. If you're not some science/math/medical cunt wasting away behind books (I won't knock it...someone's gotta do it, so go get em' you ambitious genius you!), then you're not appreciated at a university. So that's life, and we'll see where it takes me...I'm trying to think of a way to end this paragraph and transition on to the next, but there's no getting around that. So I'll leave you thinking to yourself that I'm a failure who will get nowhere with this plan, and end it with one of those nauseating "college memories!" picture cuts. Screw you and your dial-up.
So I really never took out the camera...maybe I should've. Thus explains the few photos stolen from Hira's online photo album...
Mexican tailgate! ¿Dónde está el fajitas?
Underage drinking rules at tailgating enforced...this was a scene...picture this, with trash being thrown and obscenities being shouted at the police. Oh how I love crazy bastards.
German Dan! This guy was crazy! He was a huge stoner and he claimed to hate the French but "didn't know why..." He would also try to insult you by saying things like "I vant your ass!"...and we never told him that was inappropriate. Good luck, little guy.
The only other blonde-haired/blue-eyed whitey Italian I've ever met.
St. Patrick's Day...a fucking blizzard...we walked to the bus stop only to find about 20 people starting a fire while singing "Kumbaya". Only to be followed by the most insane/drunken bus ride of my life...
Dorm room duct taping...3 am...April Fool's Day
Not...a...smoking...buddy
This 4'2" asian could drink like she's Irish, and Alicia always wore retarded shirts that Hira and I constantly made fun of...not to mention her knick knack collection...fucking knick knacks...oh how I'll miss the "rock concert" (one of those inside jokes....moving on).
Typical celebration of rooting for MSU in the final four...
This dude from the Netherlands got the shit beat out of him in a brawl outside McDonel Hall. He was defending the guy who got stabbed in his ass. That's right, stabbed in the ass...
Typical shots for the road...just incase you didn't know that this happens in college.
Bye Bye Jennay
