I must be like the blind kids because I don't SEE what the big deal is
So on Thursday I wear my Minus the Bear shirt, which somehow always ends up at the bottom of the drawer and I never wear. I only mention this because like 8 people point it out that day. "You like Minus the Bear?!?" In a good way, not a *they suck* way. It was weird. Most were people I didn't know. And Meredith and Kate and Beth, who just sort of stared until I was like "What?". And last night some girl at Blaise's party was like "You were wearing that Minus the Bear shirt this week. In that class with the professor who talks a lot." I guess what I'm trying to say is that a lot of people here have good taste in music.
Since I've been posting so infrequently, I have to check old entries to make sure I don't repeat myself.
I forgot to say something about when Shaka brought me to that wing place. It's me, Shaka, and Menard and it's pretty packed in there, so Shaka says we're playing erotic games. It's less creepy than it sounds. Barely. The bar had this computer screen game thing with blackjack and puzzles and such. Such would include these games with naked people. The one Shaka wanted to play was like those games where you see two versions of the same picture with certain things missing or different in the second picture and you have to find the differences. But the pictures here have naked people. So he spends like 3 minutes trying to get the dollar into this thing, and as soon as the first nude chick pops on the screen, he excitedly squeels. And at that very same moment, the waitress comes over to tell him the table is ready. And me and Menard are dying laughing at this because he's front and center at the screen while we're off more to the side. That ruled. Not sure how I forgot about that before.
I'm watching the Rock of Love finale I taped and Bret Michaels is feeling sick from his diabetes. He's telling Jes to inject him with his insulin needle if he goes into a diabetic coma. Great guy and great show.
We never see Nam. Sometimes he'll come out of his room while we assumed he was out all day. It's kind of funny. And Shaq keeps talking long past the point of when me and Nick want to stop. And he keeps talking about finding a girl to cook for him. That's gotten old. But at least me and Nick own the kitchen and living room.
Cognition on Tuesday could be a bitch if I'm not studying right like I think I am.
There's always one fuckhead like you trying to shit in the apple pie. Well you just shat in the apple pie that knows how to shit back.
Since I've been posting so infrequently, I have to check old entries to make sure I don't repeat myself.
I forgot to say something about when Shaka brought me to that wing place. It's me, Shaka, and Menard and it's pretty packed in there, so Shaka says we're playing erotic games. It's less creepy than it sounds. Barely. The bar had this computer screen game thing with blackjack and puzzles and such. Such would include these games with naked people. The one Shaka wanted to play was like those games where you see two versions of the same picture with certain things missing or different in the second picture and you have to find the differences. But the pictures here have naked people. So he spends like 3 minutes trying to get the dollar into this thing, and as soon as the first nude chick pops on the screen, he excitedly squeels. And at that very same moment, the waitress comes over to tell him the table is ready. And me and Menard are dying laughing at this because he's front and center at the screen while we're off more to the side. That ruled. Not sure how I forgot about that before.
I'm watching the Rock of Love finale I taped and Bret Michaels is feeling sick from his diabetes. He's telling Jes to inject him with his insulin needle if he goes into a diabetic coma. Great guy and great show.
We never see Nam. Sometimes he'll come out of his room while we assumed he was out all day. It's kind of funny. And Shaq keeps talking long past the point of when me and Nick want to stop. And he keeps talking about finding a girl to cook for him. That's gotten old. But at least me and Nick own the kitchen and living room.
Cognition on Tuesday could be a bitch if I'm not studying right like I think I am.
There's always one fuckhead like you trying to shit in the apple pie. Well you just shat in the apple pie that knows how to shit back.