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i hopped out of harrisonburg this past weekend without telling a soul. i was definitely feeling the need to disappear for a good while.
come 6pm this past friday, i found myself on the vcu campus with a sleeping bag, pillow, and backpack full of crap. i met up with keith and jaime and we all walked over to zack and kyle's house, "the casa of undying love."
friday evening was spent hanging out with the homies, kicking back and breaking backs.
kyle is a street fighter god.
we played time crisis 3. phenomenal. what a freaking sweet game.
i slept on the floor that night, which was strangely more comfortable than i thought it would have been.
woke up late saturday morning and walked to shaffer for killerfoodtime.
soft serve ice cream is my best friend.
we walked around downtown rva for a bit and saw some bums and some guy playing trashcan percussion for pocket change. went to plan 9 and was floored by cd heaven.
we went to petsmart after that. i bought two fishies for zack and kyle's tank, a bright yellow one named "mr. blonde" (yes, a reservoir dogs reference) and a silver and black one named "osama" (yes, a 9/11 reference).
we went to shaffer again for dinner, and yes, i finally got to see "project: nightstrike" in action.
around 8:30 some people came over for a 9/11 party.
...never forget.
at 9:11 pm, lots of people took shots of jagermeister. i was just drinking out of a huge two liter bottle of dr. pepper the whole night. and yes, in a few hours, i singlehandedly drank the whole thing by myself.
i got to meet some of the richmond homies, like jonno and cristina and hurley and andrew.
jonno is a really swell guy with excellent taste in music. he spent the evening chasing me around the house trying to blow on my belly button. i learned from him that "poo-pok" means "belly button" in serbian.
cristina is jonno's gal. when she laughs it makes me laugh. she is a pleasant fella.
hurley is a funny guy who likes to invent words when he's drunk. he spent a good hour and half trying to explain to everyone what "bow-doo" means. after "bow-doo," it was "frasian" (rhymes with "asian"). he fell asleep on the floor and brought himself to conciousness with a wonderfully unpleasant load of vomit all over the floor.
andrew is...albert. yes. every single facet of this guy's existence reminded me of albert, my sister's botfriend. don't let this mislead you to think that i don't like andrew. or that i don't like albert. it's just that i am legally bound to dislike albert, as he is dating my younger sister. some of those negative feelings towards albert (or "jerkface," depending on what situation makes it appropriate) may have been unfairly channelled to andrew. i realize now that he is an okay guy.
the party was cool. i spent a good hour on the deck with keith and jonno naming "top five albums of all time," or "top five albums of 2004," or "top five guilty pleasure albums," etc, etc, ad nauseum.
tim had a good evening.
i spent the night at keith's so that there would be one less person in zack and kyle's casa.
breakfast/lunch at shaffer the next day. we had a contest to see who could make the biggest softserve ice cream cone and keith won. by a lot. maybe he should be an architecture major.
i left soon after that. hugged the fellas goodbye. they're coming up to jmu this weekend for more good times.
rilo kiley has outdone themselves. i frikkin' love "more adventurous."
the black keys are incredible.
radiohead has gone unappreciated on my part for way too long.
i hopped out of harrisonburg this past weekend without telling a soul. i was definitely feeling the need to disappear for a good while.
come 6pm this past friday, i found myself on the vcu campus with a sleeping bag, pillow, and backpack full of crap. i met up with keith and jaime and we all walked over to zack and kyle's house, "the casa of undying love."
friday evening was spent hanging out with the homies, kicking back and breaking backs.
kyle is a street fighter god.
we played time crisis 3. phenomenal. what a freaking sweet game.
i slept on the floor that night, which was strangely more comfortable than i thought it would have been.
woke up late saturday morning and walked to shaffer for killerfoodtime.
soft serve ice cream is my best friend.
we walked around downtown rva for a bit and saw some bums and some guy playing trashcan percussion for pocket change. went to plan 9 and was floored by cd heaven.
we went to petsmart after that. i bought two fishies for zack and kyle's tank, a bright yellow one named "mr. blonde" (yes, a reservoir dogs reference) and a silver and black one named "osama" (yes, a 9/11 reference).
we went to shaffer again for dinner, and yes, i finally got to see "project: nightstrike" in action.
around 8:30 some people came over for a 9/11 party.
...never forget.
at 9:11 pm, lots of people took shots of jagermeister. i was just drinking out of a huge two liter bottle of dr. pepper the whole night. and yes, in a few hours, i singlehandedly drank the whole thing by myself.
i got to meet some of the richmond homies, like jonno and cristina and hurley and andrew.
jonno is a really swell guy with excellent taste in music. he spent the evening chasing me around the house trying to blow on my belly button. i learned from him that "poo-pok" means "belly button" in serbian.
cristina is jonno's gal. when she laughs it makes me laugh. she is a pleasant fella.
hurley is a funny guy who likes to invent words when he's drunk. he spent a good hour and half trying to explain to everyone what "bow-doo" means. after "bow-doo," it was "frasian" (rhymes with "asian"). he fell asleep on the floor and brought himself to conciousness with a wonderfully unpleasant load of vomit all over the floor.
andrew is...albert. yes. every single facet of this guy's existence reminded me of albert, my sister's botfriend. don't let this mislead you to think that i don't like andrew. or that i don't like albert. it's just that i am legally bound to dislike albert, as he is dating my younger sister. some of those negative feelings towards albert (or "jerkface," depending on what situation makes it appropriate) may have been unfairly channelled to andrew. i realize now that he is an okay guy.
the party was cool. i spent a good hour on the deck with keith and jonno naming "top five albums of all time," or "top five albums of 2004," or "top five guilty pleasure albums," etc, etc, ad nauseum.
tim had a good evening.
i spent the night at keith's so that there would be one less person in zack and kyle's casa.
breakfast/lunch at shaffer the next day. we had a contest to see who could make the biggest softserve ice cream cone and keith won. by a lot. maybe he should be an architecture major.
i left soon after that. hugged the fellas goodbye. they're coming up to jmu this weekend for more good times.
rilo kiley has outdone themselves. i frikkin' love "more adventurous."
the black keys are incredible.
radiohead has gone unappreciated on my part for way too long.