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SOMETIMES I WONDER if anything could possibly top this semester. class doesn't start until (at the earliest) 1pm every day, therefore there is much partying in the form of cloyne all week long (an encyclopedia of stories available upon request). and even when it ends, it will be all goodness. Ive got a eurotrip to look forward to, italian bars for my twentith birthday. I admit after that it will be a giant anti-climax, but hopefully I'll be brain damaged by then and won't know the difference. but for the present record:
--my roommates and I came to a very logical conclusion today that throwing bricks at each other's faces would, over all, be a lot healthier than throwing a 21st birthday party for our neighbor. it would also be a lot cheaper.
--last weekend at cloyne's "super bud bowl" a stoner called me "holy like guacamole" and poked me with a potatoe chip. that stoner was later seen licking the giant wok holding the remains of the curry dinner made that night.
--everytime I decide to be well behaved and innocent, I find myself ten minutes later holding a stein...and most times become the loser of kings cup. thank you roommates.
--whenever things get too quiet, one of four sounds suddenly blast: dusty springfield, my radiator Bert explodes (quickly to be mocked by my roommates), the team america "aids" song plays, or there's the sound of someone crashing a stolen golf cart into the side of the building.
SOMETIMES I WONDER if I'm the only happy person on livejournal.
--my roommates and I came to a very logical conclusion today that throwing bricks at each other's faces would, over all, be a lot healthier than throwing a 21st birthday party for our neighbor. it would also be a lot cheaper.
--last weekend at cloyne's "super bud bowl" a stoner called me "holy like guacamole" and poked me with a potatoe chip. that stoner was later seen licking the giant wok holding the remains of the curry dinner made that night.
--everytime I decide to be well behaved and innocent, I find myself ten minutes later holding a stein...and most times become the loser of kings cup. thank you roommates.
--whenever things get too quiet, one of four sounds suddenly blast: dusty springfield, my radiator Bert explodes (quickly to be mocked by my roommates), the team america "aids" song plays, or there's the sound of someone crashing a stolen golf cart into the side of the building.
SOMETIMES I WONDER if I'm the only happy person on livejournal.