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So yeah, it's been like ... 3 months. A lot has happened since my last post in October. Am I gonna list everything? Hell no, are you crazy, and would you read it anyway? Probably not. A funny story for those of you who care.
One of my roommates, Mark, likes to drink. A lot. For no particular reason at all sometimes, but sometimes, thats the best reason. Anyway, the people that live in my house are pretty good friends with these girls that all live in a house down the street. Their house is a frequent gathering spot for many drinking occasions. On one particular night my roommate decides he needs to speak to one of his friends on his cellular telephone. He makes his call and hangs up the phone. Many normal people would return their phone to their pocket after this. Not Mark. Mark decides that he needs to urinate and the toilet in the house 20 feet away is too far. He sets his phone down and proceeds to pee. He then returns to the party and forgets about his phone. Being that he was extremely intoxicated he forgot where he had put his phone. A day or two go by and Mark has no idea where he has left his telephone. A few days turn into a week, a couple of weeks, a month, 2 months. We return to Bloomington after the holiday season and I recieve a call on my phone that the girls have found a phone and are inquiring if it by any chance belongs to Mark. I send Mark down the street to check. It is in fact his phone.
What makes this a funny story you may ask? How about the fact that the phone was found halfway up a rather large tree in the girls' backyard. One of the girls was out on their back porch which is rather like a balcony and is about 10-12 feet off the ground. She was outside talking to one of her friends on the phone and had noticed something odd in the tree. What I want to know is how did Mark, extremely shitfaced, climb 20 feet up into a tree? We may never know.
It's been a long time since I've either seen or talked to a lot of you and if by some chance you could drop me an IM or give me a call to chat, even if for a few minutes, it would truely make my day.
For any of you who care, things kinda suck for me right now but I'm not going to sit here and whine like many of the people who think they're emo or are 12 or whatever. All I'm saying is it'd be nice to actually talk to someone who either pretends to care or really does.
See you Space Cowboy...
One of my roommates, Mark, likes to drink. A lot. For no particular reason at all sometimes, but sometimes, thats the best reason. Anyway, the people that live in my house are pretty good friends with these girls that all live in a house down the street. Their house is a frequent gathering spot for many drinking occasions. On one particular night my roommate decides he needs to speak to one of his friends on his cellular telephone. He makes his call and hangs up the phone. Many normal people would return their phone to their pocket after this. Not Mark. Mark decides that he needs to urinate and the toilet in the house 20 feet away is too far. He sets his phone down and proceeds to pee. He then returns to the party and forgets about his phone. Being that he was extremely intoxicated he forgot where he had put his phone. A day or two go by and Mark has no idea where he has left his telephone. A few days turn into a week, a couple of weeks, a month, 2 months. We return to Bloomington after the holiday season and I recieve a call on my phone that the girls have found a phone and are inquiring if it by any chance belongs to Mark. I send Mark down the street to check. It is in fact his phone.
What makes this a funny story you may ask? How about the fact that the phone was found halfway up a rather large tree in the girls' backyard. One of the girls was out on their back porch which is rather like a balcony and is about 10-12 feet off the ground. She was outside talking to one of her friends on the phone and had noticed something odd in the tree. What I want to know is how did Mark, extremely shitfaced, climb 20 feet up into a tree? We may never know.
It's been a long time since I've either seen or talked to a lot of you and if by some chance you could drop me an IM or give me a call to chat, even if for a few minutes, it would truely make my day.
For any of you who care, things kinda suck for me right now but I'm not going to sit here and whine like many of the people who think they're emo or are 12 or whatever. All I'm saying is it'd be nice to actually talk to someone who either pretends to care or really does.
See you Space Cowboy...