Desperado
[edit] I passed my test! Barely, but still passed. [/edit]
Mmm yes, updates on my life from the lovely confines of my cubicle! Har har. Only 2 days left of this job (after today) however, so I think I can manage.
Road test is in 2 hours. Will I pass or fail? Place bets folks, make it interesting. Lots of drama revolving around the driver's ed completion form. Read my Xanga, the detail and sarcasm is unmatched.
So last night I recieved a phone call from Mikayla asking me to go to Jordan's bar-league softball game with her, Chelsea, James and Brendon. So I did. It was an interesting time. Bar-league softball games, while being an excellent form of excercise for those playing, provide a severe lack of stimulation to those spectating. Nevertheless, it was enjoyable because I was in the company of my favorite people in the world. After the game (Jordan's team lost in case it was pressing) we went to Wendy's. We decided that we all act like 5 year olds, which to some would be embarrasing, but since it is an all encompassing trait of our group, I don't mind. Then James has a brilliant idea. 'Carly, remember that movie that your parents said was so disturbing that they actually had to leave the theater? I think it was called Last House On the Left. Let's rent it!' So I said, 'Ok, I don't really remember that but sure, why not.' So we did just that. I would like to pause briefly to make a public service announcement. If you ever find yourself in a situation where someone tells you that a movie they went to see was so disturbing that they had to leave the theater, take that information to heart. Furthermore, if said movie is brought up again, in a context in which you may find yourself asked to watch it, just say no. I know it's not easy, and I know that all your friends are doing it. For the sake of your innocence and your fragile mind, don't watch the movie. You'll thank me for this if you never see Last House on the Left. Disgusting is a word that only scratches the surface of the vile content in this film. I feel that I have spoken too long on this subject, so I will cease now.
Needless to say, we rented the movie and returned home to my house to watch it. We should have realized as soon as the teenage girl started talking to her parents about her nipples that the movie needed to be stopped. But instead we watched every agonizing second of the horror film. We subjected ourselves to the forced lesbianism, rape, and eventual murder of 2 girls. Explict sexuality and nudity. Never watch this movie if you fear serial killers or nakedness. Or rape. Or drugs. Or chainsaws. Or excessive amounts of makeup. Or knives. Or guns. Or the woods. Or the dark. Or nipples. I think I'm done now.
After the movie was over and we had gotten over the shock of such violent and terrible things, the boys decided it would be fun to wrestle. Yes, wrestle. But not only wrestle. No, that would be no fun. They feel that they must further prove their status as the tallest 5 year olds alive by making sex jokes and laughing uncontrollably.
So, in short, it was one of the best nights of my life.
Mmm yes, updates on my life from the lovely confines of my cubicle! Har har. Only 2 days left of this job (after today) however, so I think I can manage.
Road test is in 2 hours. Will I pass or fail? Place bets folks, make it interesting. Lots of drama revolving around the driver's ed completion form. Read my Xanga, the detail and sarcasm is unmatched.
So last night I recieved a phone call from Mikayla asking me to go to Jordan's bar-league softball game with her, Chelsea, James and Brendon. So I did. It was an interesting time. Bar-league softball games, while being an excellent form of excercise for those playing, provide a severe lack of stimulation to those spectating. Nevertheless, it was enjoyable because I was in the company of my favorite people in the world. After the game (Jordan's team lost in case it was pressing) we went to Wendy's. We decided that we all act like 5 year olds, which to some would be embarrasing, but since it is an all encompassing trait of our group, I don't mind. Then James has a brilliant idea. 'Carly, remember that movie that your parents said was so disturbing that they actually had to leave the theater? I think it was called Last House On the Left. Let's rent it!' So I said, 'Ok, I don't really remember that but sure, why not.' So we did just that. I would like to pause briefly to make a public service announcement. If you ever find yourself in a situation where someone tells you that a movie they went to see was so disturbing that they had to leave the theater, take that information to heart. Furthermore, if said movie is brought up again, in a context in which you may find yourself asked to watch it, just say no. I know it's not easy, and I know that all your friends are doing it. For the sake of your innocence and your fragile mind, don't watch the movie. You'll thank me for this if you never see Last House on the Left. Disgusting is a word that only scratches the surface of the vile content in this film. I feel that I have spoken too long on this subject, so I will cease now.
Needless to say, we rented the movie and returned home to my house to watch it. We should have realized as soon as the teenage girl started talking to her parents about her nipples that the movie needed to be stopped. But instead we watched every agonizing second of the horror film. We subjected ourselves to the forced lesbianism, rape, and eventual murder of 2 girls. Explict sexuality and nudity. Never watch this movie if you fear serial killers or nakedness. Or rape. Or drugs. Or chainsaws. Or excessive amounts of makeup. Or knives. Or guns. Or the woods. Or the dark. Or nipples. I think I'm done now.
After the movie was over and we had gotten over the shock of such violent and terrible things, the boys decided it would be fun to wrestle. Yes, wrestle. But not only wrestle. No, that would be no fun. They feel that they must further prove their status as the tallest 5 year olds alive by making sex jokes and laughing uncontrollably.
So, in short, it was one of the best nights of my life.