Uh...
So yeah.
School. Not really feelin' it, but that's ok. Although, I do have to control myself every time I see the President of Smith, Christ, walking around campus. I just wanna run up, tackle her to the ground, steal her briefcase and then run off yelling, "GIVE ME BACK MY PENCIL, BITCH!"
Anyway, there were a bunch of birthday's the past two weeks. Johnny, Kat and Colleen. On Johnny's the whole Casa engaged in Skate Board Beer Bottle Bowling. Basically it involved jumping on a skateboard, regardless of whether or not you had ever been on one before (I hadn't) and getting someone to push you down (or pushing yourself down) the hallway, careening and putting holes in the walls, knocking over the "pins", and hopefully not breaking any in the process. Of course, at least one broke every time, so there was a little bloodshed on Kat's part when she landed on the broken glass. I ended up cutting my foot just a tiny bit, and then after walking around barefoot for a while...BAM!..two weeks later my foot is grotesquely infected. Discovering that was great, as I sat down to take my sock off, and saw the horror that was my foot. It was like getting a present at Christmas, a really bad one from that creepy Uncle whose pants are never zipped.
Like...NEVER.
School. Not really feelin' it, but that's ok. Although, I do have to control myself every time I see the President of Smith, Christ, walking around campus. I just wanna run up, tackle her to the ground, steal her briefcase and then run off yelling, "GIVE ME BACK MY PENCIL, BITCH!"
Anyway, there were a bunch of birthday's the past two weeks. Johnny, Kat and Colleen. On Johnny's the whole Casa engaged in Skate Board Beer Bottle Bowling. Basically it involved jumping on a skateboard, regardless of whether or not you had ever been on one before (I hadn't) and getting someone to push you down (or pushing yourself down) the hallway, careening and putting holes in the walls, knocking over the "pins", and hopefully not breaking any in the process. Of course, at least one broke every time, so there was a little bloodshed on Kat's part when she landed on the broken glass. I ended up cutting my foot just a tiny bit, and then after walking around barefoot for a while...BAM!..two weeks later my foot is grotesquely infected. Discovering that was great, as I sat down to take my sock off, and saw the horror that was my foot. It was like getting a present at Christmas, a really bad one from that creepy Uncle whose pants are never zipped.
Like...NEVER.