"Mend up your stocking hole. 'Cause this lump ain't made of coal."
Ugh, some of you may have noticed that I haven't been online for the past week. What? Nobody noticed I was gone for a week?! Thanks a lot, I see how it is! XP Well, seeing as nobody cares, I'll just explain it to myself: I've been pretty sick all week and had the extra pleasure of cramming my butt off for the MPRE, which I took Friday. Let me tell you, there's nothing like spending an entire morning barfing into a toilet before an exam that your future career is dependant upon to get you pumped! Blah. Now let us never speak of the vomiting or the MPRE again.
Now on to happier things! Took a much needed day off yesterday, and Kristen and I drove up to Reno to hang out with mrwiz and his friend Nate. Had a good time, too. Below is my pantented procrastinatory photo essay of our (mis)adventures. I guess if you're really bored or something you can have a looksee behind the cut. Take this as a preemptive appology for this sick jokes that follow. XP
On the way to Nevada, we made a pitstop at Donner Summit. This is apparently the *same* rest stop that Mike A "froze his nad off" on that grave November night 2 years ago (yes, "nad" in the singular, I didn't ask him to elaborate). Anways, we decided to play in the snow for a while, since we never get the white stuff in Sacramento. Here I'm gathing some to pop K right in the kisser.
The windup and the throw! Woooosh!
I would like to go back to the snow this winter and try snowboarding (again). Hopefully this next time won't be accompanied by any groin injuries that I can still feel on a really cold day. XO
I made a new friend! This is the Kiddo. When we picked the guys up, Kiddo took an instant liking to me; she went right to me and showered me with puppy hugs and kisses, and stayed by me for most of the time we were there. Her hyperness reminded me of my Homer...
That's the infamous Reno sign and that's my infamous disembodied head floating around. I also do parties.
Aha, Santa's sign says "I have a boner for Christmas!" but it's blocked by that metal bar. :( Now, this one may take some explaiation. On the way to the casino strip, we were in a festive mood and were listing to holly jolly Xmas songs. So Kristen decided to turn on the borderline offensive holiday classic, "I've got a boner for Christmas" (the subject heading of this post is nod to the song) and the guys exchanged a few smart ass remarks. Then when we were inside one of the casinos, we came upon this lovely Santa display in the window of a gift shop. Nate then got the BRILLIANT idea to find a piece of paper, write "I have a boner for Christmas!" on it, stick it in the santa display and pose for pictures with it. And then we left the sign there for everyone else to enjoy. When we went back to the scene of the crime later, the sign was gone; Apparently the store clerks didn't appriciate our oh so wholesome sense of humor. :-O
After we searched and searched for a bathroom at the casinos and came up empty handed, the guys decided to take matters into their own hands. At least they were subtle about it, right?
Little i's bladder is apparently not so little. And apparently we also need psychiatric help, but our insurance just doesn't cover it. Oh well. :p
Pirates get all the chicks. I suppose it's cause they just look so damn cool! I'll be Captain's wench anyday, arr. (Note: Apparently Johnny Depp based Captain Jack Sparrow on a cross between Captain Morgan and Keith Richards... I can definitely see the resemblence, hehe.) The guys told me to climb on him, and so I did. 'Cause I pretty much do what everyone tells me to. Damn peer pressure. :p
And now you know... the rest of the story. Tune in for more pointless posts tomorrow. Same LJ time. Same LJ channel.
Now on to happier things! Took a much needed day off yesterday, and Kristen and I drove up to Reno to hang out with mrwiz and his friend Nate. Had a good time, too. Below is my pantented procrastinatory photo essay of our (mis)adventures. I guess if you're really bored or something you can have a looksee behind the cut. Take this as a preemptive appology for this sick jokes that follow. XP
On the way to Nevada, we made a pitstop at Donner Summit. This is apparently the *same* rest stop that Mike A "froze his nad off" on that grave November night 2 years ago (yes, "nad" in the singular, I didn't ask him to elaborate). Anways, we decided to play in the snow for a while, since we never get the white stuff in Sacramento. Here I'm gathing some to pop K right in the kisser.
The windup and the throw! Woooosh!
I would like to go back to the snow this winter and try snowboarding (again). Hopefully this next time won't be accompanied by any groin injuries that I can still feel on a really cold day. XO
I made a new friend! This is the Kiddo. When we picked the guys up, Kiddo took an instant liking to me; she went right to me and showered me with puppy hugs and kisses, and stayed by me for most of the time we were there. Her hyperness reminded me of my Homer...
That's the infamous Reno sign and that's my infamous disembodied head floating around. I also do parties.
Aha, Santa's sign says "I have a boner for Christmas!" but it's blocked by that metal bar. :( Now, this one may take some explaiation. On the way to the casino strip, we were in a festive mood and were listing to holly jolly Xmas songs. So Kristen decided to turn on the borderline offensive holiday classic, "I've got a boner for Christmas" (the subject heading of this post is nod to the song) and the guys exchanged a few smart ass remarks. Then when we were inside one of the casinos, we came upon this lovely Santa display in the window of a gift shop. Nate then got the BRILLIANT idea to find a piece of paper, write "I have a boner for Christmas!" on it, stick it in the santa display and pose for pictures with it. And then we left the sign there for everyone else to enjoy. When we went back to the scene of the crime later, the sign was gone; Apparently the store clerks didn't appriciate our oh so wholesome sense of humor. :-O
After we searched and searched for a bathroom at the casinos and came up empty handed, the guys decided to take matters into their own hands. At least they were subtle about it, right?
Little i's bladder is apparently not so little. And apparently we also need psychiatric help, but our insurance just doesn't cover it. Oh well. :p
Pirates get all the chicks. I suppose it's cause they just look so damn cool! I'll be Captain's wench anyday, arr. (Note: Apparently Johnny Depp based Captain Jack Sparrow on a cross between Captain Morgan and Keith Richards... I can definitely see the resemblence, hehe.) The guys told me to climb on him, and so I did. 'Cause I pretty much do what everyone tells me to. Damn peer pressure. :p
And now you know... the rest of the story. Tune in for more pointless posts tomorrow. Same LJ time. Same LJ channel.