So, I almost decided not to do this, since the shock actually might seriously injur someone...
Hi. haha
So the last two weekends were so much fun that I decided that it was time to revive this. Perhaps not again for several months...but anyway...
Last weekend I picked up val and we had an excellent breadbowl of soup at panera. Our destination was a weekend of fun at Nicole and Nona's apartment in philly. But first we had to get gas...and let me tell you that it was a complete disaster.. So i pull up to Unimart...and I wasn't asking much...just like 10 dollars worth. I'm sure at some point not too long ago $10 would fill up my tank...but anyway... I do the card swipe business and then when i pull the anti-money gas trigger it goes *click* and shuts off, giving me about $0.70 of gas. Now if a miracle had occured and it filled my tank, I think I would have actually bought some maracas and had a party right there. But no... So i try it a few more times and eventually have to go into Unimart to talk to Pedro about my petro situation...
Me: "Uh...I just swiped my card and the pump just keeps shutting off."
Pedro(or some equivalent 'i don't speek engrish wel' name): "Pump not work?"
Me: "No, pump not work. Here is $10, thats 10.8075043 Mexican pesos(says google). Put it on pump 10."
So i give it a try...guess what...no dice Pedro. QUE PASA?! Val is like...whats going on? So i walk back in.
Me: "Uh, pump still not work."
Pedro: "Oh, that pump not work sometimes."
Me: "Hmm...shouldn't someone fix it then?"
Me: "Okay...how about this...you watch where I go, and put my $10 on that pump."
Pedro: "Okay senor" (Not really, but it adds flavor. Consider it the salt of the dialog.)
Pump 12 was activated and it worked. Hurrah.
So on the way there, Val and I witnessed this ridiculous PT Cruiser. It was like...stretched vertically in such a way that it was like triple the size of my car. We also found out that PADOT is apparently indexing their state roads with motorcycle mile markers. That would be a fun job I think. And then came the spy van. It was your standard white pedophile van, but with like...crazy radio equipment all up in there. I swear there was a monkey inside yelling; "GET IN THE VAN!" or "IM IN THE CLOSET": pick your flavor. Anyway. A little later, we saw another similar van. But this time it was hauling Tibetans, says Val. And disgruntled ones at that.
Con-sha-hock-an is clearly overrated.
Driving in large cities disturbs me. We finally made it though. On Friday we just chilled in the apartent with Cushmac and Jen, I think nona's roommate. She was really cool. And I already knew Cushmac was a little loco in pedro terms, but also cool. haha
Val: "Joe, I dare you to go up there...wait..."
On Saturday, I woke up at like 7:30 and took a shower and waited like 4 hours for eveyone else to get up. When i sleep someplace else, I am a very light sleeper. So I decided to read this book they bought on random mixed drinks. My three favorites were: "What the hell?", "Suffering Bastard", and...watch out Pedro... "John Wood" (made with bits and pieces of real live minorities). We walked to a book store and look at some things and I'm sure some funny moments were had. Later that day, five of us went to the King of Prussia mall. Whoa...like...seriously...why is it that big? The one store had three floors. Oh, and let me tell you something about said store... There was a whiskey flask there with a picture of our lord and savior, reading: "What Wouldn't Jesus Do?" That, my friends, is funny.
Random quote few will understand:
Me: "Okay Val, let's try this again...Look! It's the king!";
On a side note, my dad just informed me that my mom went to work again, for the seventh day in a row...whats that? She needs to take a break.
Anyway...We then had Coldstone icecream. Dayom. haha I had the birthday cake remix. It got me a bit sick as usual, but its all good. haha We also had taco bell, where the cachier lady asked all five of us how we were, and of course, out of curtesy, we asked back... Now, I was last...i really wanted to be like..."Hi, im good, I know you you are doing just dandy, now can i have a number 7, chicken, with a soft taco?" *end of transaction*
Easy quote of the day:
Val: "You can put your hand all the way up my shirt if you want."
EEEASYYY!
Upon leaving the mall, we all got back in the wilde-mobile and I shut my door, and from behind me, I heard Nicole's voice: "Joe, ^%&*^ *&^*&^ &*^&^%&^ *&^%&^%*& ^*%*&^ open your door! *&^*. Apparently I shut her hand in my door. It was kind of purpleish...but she was okay, which is good. I am sorry again Nicole. Both drives were accompanied by no other than drive. And let me tell you...whatever tomorrow brings, I will be there.
Saturday Night consisted of a party at like..."Sig Ep", which I am assuming was Sigma Epsilon, if I am properly up on my Greek. That was a pretty good time, I must say. We met Shaylayee as I call him, who provided a good 20 minutes of comedy. There were two guys singing songs with a guitar too, which was awesome...hasta la policia.
Prolonged magic hurts my thumbs. haha
Cushmac ran through a carwash on the walk back. That was different. I wish it were on. We got back at like...2ish maybe? Some good sleep was had, and I found myself awake around 8ish again. So I showered and waited until 10 to wake up Val. We finally got on the road at like...11 or so. I had to get some gas...now here comes Bad Gas II: The Refineries Strike Back. If the only bad part was gas being like $3.40...I would be semi-okay with it. But no... I pull up to the pump and I swipe my card, thinking that nothing could possibly go wrong this time. I reach for the regular pump...wait...why is it on the floor detached? Oh Jesus. So i move my car and swipe the card again and it says: "see cachier"....no you didnt... So I go in and once again, we'll go with Manuela this time. There was a similar vocal transaction and I finally got my gas. This delay was actually lucky though, because right as I was finishing, Nicole called me. I had forgotten to give Jen back her parking permit. Good thing Manuela forgot to reconnect the pump.
So I dropped Val off at cedar crest and got back and went to Beth's and it was fun. woo.
So, this weekend:
I figured that nothing super exciting was going to go down. But guess who was wrong! Val came online and was really bored. I live near Wilkes-Barre, so that is always the case for me. So Operation Black Pants was conceived. I forgot to mention that while in King of Prussia, Val and I were on a mission to locate black pants for her. It failed miserably. And afterwards we both passed out on opposite sides of Nicole's bed and she called us gay. haha anyway...
I will let the gaim log do its thing...:
Me: so did you ever find some black pants? lol
Val Baloga: no =(
Me: hmm. i have a crazy idea. if i filled up my tank...wanna go to the lehigh mall and look for them? haha
Val Baloga: haha for real??
Me: hmm. yes!
Me: i feel like doing something random
Me: if you are up for it, ill be there in like...an hour! haha
Val Baloga: haha that sounds awesome
Me: sweet.
So it was about 3:30 and I began my drive to Allentown. I arrived, and after sitting in her dorm for like 20 minutes(I was too sick of driving) We drove to the Lehigh Valley Mall. The first thing that was established was an extreme longing for some vituals. haha And Chick-Fil-A was most definitely calling out names. Yum. We then began the operation. It was madly successful, although no pants were purchased just yet. Val acquired some blue pants and a sweater for under $10, which I thought was pretty much amazing. We then had Cinnabon. Oh, Cinnabon... *booooo* afternoon delight *ooooooop*
Val: "Joeeee! Look!"
There is apparently no shortage in cammo cargo pants. haha
Caribbean Joe is too big! ;)
We got back and went for a really really nice walk around campus and up to Muhenberg. That is also a nice campus. We saw a glove, of course, and a crazy party. We watched a highschool football game, which looked like hoban. We when found this awesome wine festival. Where else can you hear live music and see everyone walking around just a little bit tipsy with a wine glass in their hand?
By the end of the walk we probably covered a good 3-4 miles. We came back to her dorm and sat outside and talked for probably close to two hours. Unfortunatly, it was like 11:30, and I had to get going. I hate having to abbruptly end a really good starlit conversation. That just means I have to go back and finish it soon! woo =] haha.
So I got back in the valley. Oh the valley. I decided to hit up sheets before going up the mountain. Guess what everybody...yeah...it happened again. I started pumping gas, and definitely needed an old priest and a young priest to calm this one down. Nothing like yelling "the power of christ compels you, the power of christ compels you" and midnight to a violently shaking gas pump, not to be confused with gas pimp... So yeah...I got home and went to bed. Here I am. I really hope at least someone reads this, because it took a really long time to type. haha. Enjoy
~Joe
So the last two weekends were so much fun that I decided that it was time to revive this. Perhaps not again for several months...but anyway...
Last weekend I picked up val and we had an excellent breadbowl of soup at panera. Our destination was a weekend of fun at Nicole and Nona's apartment in philly. But first we had to get gas...and let me tell you that it was a complete disaster.. So i pull up to Unimart...and I wasn't asking much...just like 10 dollars worth. I'm sure at some point not too long ago $10 would fill up my tank...but anyway... I do the card swipe business and then when i pull the anti-money gas trigger it goes *click* and shuts off, giving me about $0.70 of gas. Now if a miracle had occured and it filled my tank, I think I would have actually bought some maracas and had a party right there. But no... So i try it a few more times and eventually have to go into Unimart to talk to Pedro about my petro situation...
Me: "Uh...I just swiped my card and the pump just keeps shutting off."
Pedro(or some equivalent 'i don't speek engrish wel' name): "Pump not work?"
Me: "No, pump not work. Here is $10, thats 10.8075043 Mexican pesos(says google). Put it on pump 10."
So i give it a try...guess what...no dice Pedro. QUE PASA?! Val is like...whats going on? So i walk back in.
Me: "Uh, pump still not work."
Pedro: "Oh, that pump not work sometimes."
Me: "Hmm...shouldn't someone fix it then?"
Me: "Okay...how about this...you watch where I go, and put my $10 on that pump."
Pedro: "Okay senor" (Not really, but it adds flavor. Consider it the salt of the dialog.)
Pump 12 was activated and it worked. Hurrah.
So on the way there, Val and I witnessed this ridiculous PT Cruiser. It was like...stretched vertically in such a way that it was like triple the size of my car. We also found out that PADOT is apparently indexing their state roads with motorcycle mile markers. That would be a fun job I think. And then came the spy van. It was your standard white pedophile van, but with like...crazy radio equipment all up in there. I swear there was a monkey inside yelling; "GET IN THE VAN!" or "IM IN THE CLOSET": pick your flavor. Anyway. A little later, we saw another similar van. But this time it was hauling Tibetans, says Val. And disgruntled ones at that.
Con-sha-hock-an is clearly overrated.
Driving in large cities disturbs me. We finally made it though. On Friday we just chilled in the apartent with Cushmac and Jen, I think nona's roommate. She was really cool. And I already knew Cushmac was a little loco in pedro terms, but also cool. haha
Val: "Joe, I dare you to go up there...wait..."
On Saturday, I woke up at like 7:30 and took a shower and waited like 4 hours for eveyone else to get up. When i sleep someplace else, I am a very light sleeper. So I decided to read this book they bought on random mixed drinks. My three favorites were: "What the hell?", "Suffering Bastard", and...watch out Pedro... "John Wood" (made with bits and pieces of real live minorities). We walked to a book store and look at some things and I'm sure some funny moments were had. Later that day, five of us went to the King of Prussia mall. Whoa...like...seriously...why is it that big? The one store had three floors. Oh, and let me tell you something about said store... There was a whiskey flask there with a picture of our lord and savior, reading: "What Wouldn't Jesus Do?" That, my friends, is funny.
Random quote few will understand:
Me: "Okay Val, let's try this again...Look! It's the king!";
On a side note, my dad just informed me that my mom went to work again, for the seventh day in a row...whats that? She needs to take a break.
Anyway...We then had Coldstone icecream. Dayom. haha I had the birthday cake remix. It got me a bit sick as usual, but its all good. haha We also had taco bell, where the cachier lady asked all five of us how we were, and of course, out of curtesy, we asked back... Now, I was last...i really wanted to be like..."Hi, im good, I know you you are doing just dandy, now can i have a number 7, chicken, with a soft taco?" *end of transaction*
Easy quote of the day:
Val: "You can put your hand all the way up my shirt if you want."
EEEASYYY!
Upon leaving the mall, we all got back in the wilde-mobile and I shut my door, and from behind me, I heard Nicole's voice: "Joe, ^%&*^ *&^*&^ &*^&^%&^ *&^%&^%*& ^*%*&^ open your door! *&^*. Apparently I shut her hand in my door. It was kind of purpleish...but she was okay, which is good. I am sorry again Nicole. Both drives were accompanied by no other than drive. And let me tell you...whatever tomorrow brings, I will be there.
Saturday Night consisted of a party at like..."Sig Ep", which I am assuming was Sigma Epsilon, if I am properly up on my Greek. That was a pretty good time, I must say. We met Shaylayee as I call him, who provided a good 20 minutes of comedy. There were two guys singing songs with a guitar too, which was awesome...hasta la policia.
Prolonged magic hurts my thumbs. haha
Cushmac ran through a carwash on the walk back. That was different. I wish it were on. We got back at like...2ish maybe? Some good sleep was had, and I found myself awake around 8ish again. So I showered and waited until 10 to wake up Val. We finally got on the road at like...11 or so. I had to get some gas...now here comes Bad Gas II: The Refineries Strike Back. If the only bad part was gas being like $3.40...I would be semi-okay with it. But no... I pull up to the pump and I swipe my card, thinking that nothing could possibly go wrong this time. I reach for the regular pump...wait...why is it on the floor detached? Oh Jesus. So i move my car and swipe the card again and it says: "see cachier"....no you didnt... So I go in and once again, we'll go with Manuela this time. There was a similar vocal transaction and I finally got my gas. This delay was actually lucky though, because right as I was finishing, Nicole called me. I had forgotten to give Jen back her parking permit. Good thing Manuela forgot to reconnect the pump.
So I dropped Val off at cedar crest and got back and went to Beth's and it was fun. woo.
So, this weekend:
I figured that nothing super exciting was going to go down. But guess who was wrong! Val came online and was really bored. I live near Wilkes-Barre, so that is always the case for me. So Operation Black Pants was conceived. I forgot to mention that while in King of Prussia, Val and I were on a mission to locate black pants for her. It failed miserably. And afterwards we both passed out on opposite sides of Nicole's bed and she called us gay. haha anyway...
I will let the gaim log do its thing...:
Me: so did you ever find some black pants? lol
Val Baloga: no =(
Me: hmm. i have a crazy idea. if i filled up my tank...wanna go to the lehigh mall and look for them? haha
Val Baloga: haha for real??
Me: hmm. yes!
Me: i feel like doing something random
Me: if you are up for it, ill be there in like...an hour! haha
Val Baloga: haha that sounds awesome
Me: sweet.
So it was about 3:30 and I began my drive to Allentown. I arrived, and after sitting in her dorm for like 20 minutes(I was too sick of driving) We drove to the Lehigh Valley Mall. The first thing that was established was an extreme longing for some vituals. haha And Chick-Fil-A was most definitely calling out names. Yum. We then began the operation. It was madly successful, although no pants were purchased just yet. Val acquired some blue pants and a sweater for under $10, which I thought was pretty much amazing. We then had Cinnabon. Oh, Cinnabon... *booooo* afternoon delight *ooooooop*
Val: "Joeeee! Look!"
There is apparently no shortage in cammo cargo pants. haha
Caribbean Joe is too big! ;)
We got back and went for a really really nice walk around campus and up to Muhenberg. That is also a nice campus. We saw a glove, of course, and a crazy party. We watched a highschool football game, which looked like hoban. We when found this awesome wine festival. Where else can you hear live music and see everyone walking around just a little bit tipsy with a wine glass in their hand?
By the end of the walk we probably covered a good 3-4 miles. We came back to her dorm and sat outside and talked for probably close to two hours. Unfortunatly, it was like 11:30, and I had to get going. I hate having to abbruptly end a really good starlit conversation. That just means I have to go back and finish it soon! woo =] haha.
So I got back in the valley. Oh the valley. I decided to hit up sheets before going up the mountain. Guess what everybody...yeah...it happened again. I started pumping gas, and definitely needed an old priest and a young priest to calm this one down. Nothing like yelling "the power of christ compels you, the power of christ compels you" and midnight to a violently shaking gas pump, not to be confused with gas pimp... So yeah...I got home and went to bed. Here I am. I really hope at least someone reads this, because it took a really long time to type. haha. Enjoy
~Joe