Three two one let's jam
Today was...different.
So Molly and I are sitting outside...not doing much...saying hi to random people who walk by...et cetera...and Kyle, that's Alfred, comes wandering up, drunk off his ass. That's not all, either. He was wearing absolutely nothing but a pair of cargo shorts. And I mean nothing. And believe me, I know this for a fact, because the shorts were hanging off on his ass. He sort of collapsed into one of his chairs and started rambling about Had we seen Phil and Danny, they were supposed to go play football, he was gonna be the quarterback, there was a party tonight with lots of alcohol, did we want to go? where were the guys, they were gonna play football... ...it was hysterical.
Eventually Molly lent him a belt and he found himself a t-shirt, and he came out of the fog enough to figure out what was going on.
The retaliation came this evening. It was kind of sad. Apparently at one point Kyle was naked up in Sarah and McKenzie's room (not gonna ask about this one. I don't want to know). The picture they stuck on our window is of him, buck naked except for the Hello Kitty he's holding over his crotch, with Rachel's lightsaber in one hand. ...That was also really funny, actually.
We have such an awesome plan for what we're gonna do in response. Unfortunately I cannot reveal it here, in case one of them is clever enough to locate it somehow. I think that's giving them a bit much credit, but better safe than sorry.
I have a French test Friday. Blah.
I worked today! No, really. I did stuff for writing workshop.
Molly threw Ed (my inflatable shark) at me. I was talking to her, and all of a sudden, while I'm still in the middle of a sentence, she picks Ed up, goes, "Flying shark!" and throws him at me.
o.O
This was also funny.
So...today was just all-around extremely amusing.
I love college.
Oooh!! Thing to look forward to - my DVD of the third Yasha movie should be here tomorrow! ...As in, Thursday. SQUEE!
So Molly and I are sitting outside...not doing much...saying hi to random people who walk by...et cetera...and Kyle, that's Alfred, comes wandering up, drunk off his ass. That's not all, either. He was wearing absolutely nothing but a pair of cargo shorts. And I mean nothing. And believe me, I know this for a fact, because the shorts were hanging off on his ass. He sort of collapsed into one of his chairs and started rambling about Had we seen Phil and Danny, they were supposed to go play football, he was gonna be the quarterback, there was a party tonight with lots of alcohol, did we want to go? where were the guys, they were gonna play football... ...it was hysterical.
Eventually Molly lent him a belt and he found himself a t-shirt, and he came out of the fog enough to figure out what was going on.
The retaliation came this evening. It was kind of sad. Apparently at one point Kyle was naked up in Sarah and McKenzie's room (not gonna ask about this one. I don't want to know). The picture they stuck on our window is of him, buck naked except for the Hello Kitty he's holding over his crotch, with Rachel's lightsaber in one hand. ...That was also really funny, actually.
We have such an awesome plan for what we're gonna do in response. Unfortunately I cannot reveal it here, in case one of them is clever enough to locate it somehow. I think that's giving them a bit much credit, but better safe than sorry.
I have a French test Friday. Blah.
I worked today! No, really. I did stuff for writing workshop.
Molly threw Ed (my inflatable shark) at me. I was talking to her, and all of a sudden, while I'm still in the middle of a sentence, she picks Ed up, goes, "Flying shark!" and throws him at me.
o.O
This was also funny.
So...today was just all-around extremely amusing.
I love college.
Oooh!! Thing to look forward to - my DVD of the third Yasha movie should be here tomorrow! ...As in, Thursday. SQUEE!