Yesterday/lastnight
Man. What a day!!!!!!!! First I won a Gears of War 2 doubles tournament (50 bucks in hand, HA. The prizemoneys would have been more, but for the lame turnout.) Then I smoked some weeds with Sean and Brandon and had a sword battle. FUCKING YEAAAAAAHH. Soulcalibur bullshit, FRILL. Robb, I smoked Amato!! You'd have been proud, I parried/counterattacked EVERYTHING he threw at me. Seriously, I'm a Vorr. You see these stars? My birthright!!!!!!!!!! I was in the zone. What a release, too. Now I'm seriously considering taking martial arts sometime in the near future. I got yellow blood, you know, so I'd take to it shining SURELY.
Then I took a beastly bike ride allllll the way to Klatt from Muldoon (easily 300 miles) in the drizzle. Everyone called me crazy for doing it. Seriously?? They haven't met the Dial clan, shit. Chilled with Evan for a bit and took my DeDeDe for a walk (Smash Bros Brawl-there's a tournament coming up, see, gotta brush up) then went to a friend of my brother's house for some drinky hijinks-Beer Pong, eh??? Only the second time ever that I've played that sheet. It was fun, I suppose, but I'm terrible at it. Evan made a ridiculous shot (in the cup that Will was about to drink from) and the other boobies had to drink all the alcohol in the NEIGHBORHOOD. Wiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.
Then we went to the Anchor. I hate bars, mostly-but by that point, I'd resolved to follow the lucent strands of whim-and Lil Wayne culture was elbow to the ribs-jarringly prevalent there. Everyone looked goddamn expensive, and smelling like they'd all emerged from a communal vat/flotation tank full of Armani/Acqua di Gio hidden somewhere in the fkin club-so Evan and I hopped on down to the Avenue, where the people seemed, if only by a narrow margin, more authentic. As soon as I put my ID away, I was assailed (kissed on the mouth) by a drunken Scott Root. ?????????????????????????????????????? HahaaHHHHHHHHHHH. Good to see you TOO, guy.
OH AND I talked to a sweet girl. Sweetheart sweetheart girl. I don't mind that you haven't called or anything, really, I don't want anyone to feel obligated to call me because I have a flesh eating disease-and certainly because I play the aloof game better than a lot of people, and have no room to judge-but I'm not entirely sure I can let you escape Wednesday, we have made a DATE, and it is nearly set in STONE, if the eye contact was as significant for you as it was for me. Some people make eye-contact a point, a regular thing (and you could be one of those)-I do not, for whichever reason I choose (I prefer that it's an issue of respect) so, you know. Speaking with you last night was good, and made especial. It was good, good, good. And, I don't know, why should I be excited?? We're friends, firstly, and you are preoccupied, and I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I? I don't know how to talk to women anymore, or people at all, most of the time (it's countenance, then common-ground, then countenance, isn't it?). Whatever the case, I would like to see more of you. We can make up the regards as we fucking will. I said it.
Whoa, digression. Anyway, after the Avenue, I went back to Evan's house, snatched my bike, and made the 300 mile ride back to castle casa in the 4 ay-em pitch. On the way home, I passed a warehouse with a moose kneeling in its shadow, ass-end pointed towards God. Do they sleep like that? It was funny. I considered hucking a small rock or something at it, just to see if it would chase me, and to see if I could outpace it on my bike, but thought better of it. Could have been one of the few carnivorous, tiny bat-wings(ed) moose out there, ya see.
Then I took a beastly bike ride allllll the way to Klatt from Muldoon (easily 300 miles) in the drizzle. Everyone called me crazy for doing it. Seriously?? They haven't met the Dial clan, shit. Chilled with Evan for a bit and took my DeDeDe for a walk (Smash Bros Brawl-there's a tournament coming up, see, gotta brush up) then went to a friend of my brother's house for some drinky hijinks-Beer Pong, eh??? Only the second time ever that I've played that sheet. It was fun, I suppose, but I'm terrible at it. Evan made a ridiculous shot (in the cup that Will was about to drink from) and the other boobies had to drink all the alcohol in the NEIGHBORHOOD. Wiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.
Then we went to the Anchor. I hate bars, mostly-but by that point, I'd resolved to follow the lucent strands of whim-and Lil Wayne culture was elbow to the ribs-jarringly prevalent there. Everyone looked goddamn expensive, and smelling like they'd all emerged from a communal vat/flotation tank full of Armani/Acqua di Gio hidden somewhere in the fkin club-so Evan and I hopped on down to the Avenue, where the people seemed, if only by a narrow margin, more authentic. As soon as I put my ID away, I was assailed (kissed on the mouth) by a drunken Scott Root. ?????????????????????????????????????? HahaaHHHHHHHHHHH. Good to see you TOO, guy.
OH AND I talked to a sweet girl. Sweetheart sweetheart girl. I don't mind that you haven't called or anything, really, I don't want anyone to feel obligated to call me because I have a flesh eating disease-and certainly because I play the aloof game better than a lot of people, and have no room to judge-but I'm not entirely sure I can let you escape Wednesday, we have made a DATE, and it is nearly set in STONE, if the eye contact was as significant for you as it was for me. Some people make eye-contact a point, a regular thing (and you could be one of those)-I do not, for whichever reason I choose (I prefer that it's an issue of respect) so, you know. Speaking with you last night was good, and made especial. It was good, good, good. And, I don't know, why should I be excited?? We're friends, firstly, and you are preoccupied, and I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I? I don't know how to talk to women anymore, or people at all, most of the time (it's countenance, then common-ground, then countenance, isn't it?). Whatever the case, I would like to see more of you. We can make up the regards as we fucking will. I said it.
Whoa, digression. Anyway, after the Avenue, I went back to Evan's house, snatched my bike, and made the 300 mile ride back to castle casa in the 4 ay-em pitch. On the way home, I passed a warehouse with a moose kneeling in its shadow, ass-end pointed towards God. Do they sleep like that? It was funny. I considered hucking a small rock or something at it, just to see if it would chase me, and to see if I could outpace it on my bike, but thought better of it. Could have been one of the few carnivorous, tiny bat-wings(ed) moose out there, ya see.