You're A Woman, I'm a Sam'mich...
Long time, no text.
So, this weekend could either really, really, really fruckin' rock, or really, really fruckin' suck. It all depends on whether or not my nuts have finally grown to the level where intimidation from anyone with a vagina that I find to be really awesome and attractive is no longer a factor...or something.
My toe's KILLING ME. Some dumbbutt decided he'd be cool and jump on my foot today with both feet...yeah, it was AWESOME. Thanks douchebag, signed me.
Scaring neighbors with a Less Than Jake CD being played full-blast in a car at 7:45 in the morning (no one around here have jobs, apparantly) equals fun. Seeing Jewish kids cause their own one-person riot squads from Bibles being taped to lockers around a school building equals sex.
Speaking of sex...eww.
So, I'm doing a radio shift for broadcasting class (lazily called "TV/Radio" in the course term book) next week, and my format is really awesome: The Ahmad Rashad News Hour. Let's see how Ahmad feels when the "inside stuff" is on him!
Speaking of TV/Radio, outside of one kid who I've found out is a total dorkwad too, I stand by the "class is fun, people suck" stance I have had about the class since Day One.
I'm saying "Yo!" WAAAAY too often anymore.
Going without a voice and having to live out a really bad sitcom with the bad sign language, drawings, and writing messages on notebook paper last week was fun. And by "fun", I mean "terrible".
You know, I really like the Smoking Popes.
You know, I really hate Fallout Boy. I only mention that because there's people I know who I thought had decent taste in music who, for some reason, LOVE those guys.
Evil Alien Conquerers is my new favorite terrible movie. There's just something about an extraterrestrial Chris Parnell with a drinking problem and a foot fetish that makes my giggle button get pushed.
I'm bored with this. Outtie.
So, this weekend could either really, really, really fruckin' rock, or really, really fruckin' suck. It all depends on whether or not my nuts have finally grown to the level where intimidation from anyone with a vagina that I find to be really awesome and attractive is no longer a factor...or something.
My toe's KILLING ME. Some dumbbutt decided he'd be cool and jump on my foot today with both feet...yeah, it was AWESOME. Thanks douchebag, signed me.
Scaring neighbors with a Less Than Jake CD being played full-blast in a car at 7:45 in the morning (no one around here have jobs, apparantly) equals fun. Seeing Jewish kids cause their own one-person riot squads from Bibles being taped to lockers around a school building equals sex.
Speaking of sex...eww.
So, I'm doing a radio shift for broadcasting class (lazily called "TV/Radio" in the course term book) next week, and my format is really awesome: The Ahmad Rashad News Hour. Let's see how Ahmad feels when the "inside stuff" is on him!
Speaking of TV/Radio, outside of one kid who I've found out is a total dorkwad too, I stand by the "class is fun, people suck" stance I have had about the class since Day One.
I'm saying "Yo!" WAAAAY too often anymore.
Going without a voice and having to live out a really bad sitcom with the bad sign language, drawings, and writing messages on notebook paper last week was fun. And by "fun", I mean "terrible".
You know, I really like the Smoking Popes.
You know, I really hate Fallout Boy. I only mention that because there's people I know who I thought had decent taste in music who, for some reason, LOVE those guys.
Evil Alien Conquerers is my new favorite terrible movie. There's just something about an extraterrestrial Chris Parnell with a drinking problem and a foot fetish that makes my giggle button get pushed.
I'm bored with this. Outtie.