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They're boobs!
I do believe that this weekend was my first time at a 21+ dance club. I went with Hadley and her friend from high school and her friend's friend. So it was three girls and me, all dancing in a circle, middle school style. Très amusant. Going with girls means you don't have to torture yourself over asking some stranger to dance. Do it, do it you giant wuss. Ask her. What is the worst thing that can happen, she says no? And tells all of her friends about how creepy you are. And they tell their friends via the secret girl network, and you forever live as a pariah, doomed to a miserable life devoid of female attention, save the occasional spit ball hurled from some cruel-hearted passer-by.
It could happen.
It has happened.
Yeah, I haven't really done much else in my life besides that. My dermatologist prescribed Prednisone to me for some reason, and as a result I think I've had a cough that I can't quite fight off for the past week and a half. It's the balls.
My parents are visiting me this weekend. I'm excited to see them and to show them my new digs and office, but unfortunately it means I miss Jungle Party :( I'll definitely have to head down for Casemas.
I wonder if I get an end of year bonus this year, after just 5 months of employment...
- Michael
PS On the way home after Halloween some dude in a Roush Stage 3 Mustang tried to race me. We were both cruising along on the freeway at about 90-95mph (at 3:00am, so no other cars on the road) and he merged right to let me pass. As soon as I got a little bit past me he opened the throttle and blew by, to challenge me. I was like, psha, no way, fool (that's what I literally said. Out loud. He heard me). 1) I don't want to die. 2) I don't want my car impounded. 3) Dude, I'm in a 140 horsepower Saturn. You're in a 500+ horsepower modified Mustang with an engine as big as my car. Fuck off.
Was for the best too, because we passed a CHP cruiser a couple minutes later.
Stay in school, kids.
I do believe that this weekend was my first time at a 21+ dance club. I went with Hadley and her friend from high school and her friend's friend. So it was three girls and me, all dancing in a circle, middle school style. Très amusant. Going with girls means you don't have to torture yourself over asking some stranger to dance. Do it, do it you giant wuss. Ask her. What is the worst thing that can happen, she says no? And tells all of her friends about how creepy you are. And they tell their friends via the secret girl network, and you forever live as a pariah, doomed to a miserable life devoid of female attention, save the occasional spit ball hurled from some cruel-hearted passer-by.
It could happen.
It has happened.
Yeah, I haven't really done much else in my life besides that. My dermatologist prescribed Prednisone to me for some reason, and as a result I think I've had a cough that I can't quite fight off for the past week and a half. It's the balls.
My parents are visiting me this weekend. I'm excited to see them and to show them my new digs and office, but unfortunately it means I miss Jungle Party :( I'll definitely have to head down for Casemas.
I wonder if I get an end of year bonus this year, after just 5 months of employment...
- Michael
PS On the way home after Halloween some dude in a Roush Stage 3 Mustang tried to race me. We were both cruising along on the freeway at about 90-95mph (at 3:00am, so no other cars on the road) and he merged right to let me pass. As soon as I got a little bit past me he opened the throttle and blew by, to challenge me. I was like, psha, no way, fool (that's what I literally said. Out loud. He heard me). 1) I don't want to die. 2) I don't want my car impounded. 3) Dude, I'm in a 140 horsepower Saturn. You're in a 500+ horsepower modified Mustang with an engine as big as my car. Fuck off.
Was for the best too, because we passed a CHP cruiser a couple minutes later.
Stay in school, kids.