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Well my left hand just painfully seized up, but alright. Whatever.
Back to the entry I was GOING to write.
*takes a deep breath*
I'M GOING TO SEE HARRY POTTER TODAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111111111oneoneone OHHHH EMMMMMM EFFFFF GEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =D
In case you can't tell, I'm very excited.
In other news, I got a bit of bad news last night, and now I'm a little out of spirits...
But that's not important!
I went out with Brett and Chims and Eric and Kali and we went to Costco to get a big pizza. Except my car nearly ran out of gas, so Brett loaned me ten bucks to fill the tank up enough that it didn't run dry.
God damn if I don't love that redneck.
Anyway, we went to costco, got our pizza, sat down at one of the ridiculously small and inconvenient tables (I had to straddle a support strut, arg) and waited, being general idiots, of course. They called out our number, Brett got our pizza, and we were like "yay!" So we tucked in quite nicely and all got greasy (except Kali, who got a salad) and then all of a sudden, Brett's phone starts ringing. It's Chris. So I reach out my hand for the phone and ask to talk to him. Brett goes okay, and hands me the phone.
"HIHOWRYOO."
"What's up?"
"IEATPIZZALOL."
"What?"
"PIZZALOL"
"What?"
"PIZZALOL"
"What?"
Now, repeat this about fifty times until I finally go "KTHXLUVUBAI" and hang up. Laughing, I hand the phone back to Brett.
And then Chris calls again. This time, it's Kali's turn. She starts speaking in french. Chris hangs up. Calls again. Still in french. Chris hangs up. Calls again. Still in french. Chris hangs up. Eric gets the phone. Chris calls again.
"I'VE SEEEN THINGS THAT NOBODY WOULD BELIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVE."
Chris hangs up after another two lines like this. Now it's Chimney's turn.
"The internet is serious business."
"....serious business."
And Chim hangs up. It's my turn again. I respond entirely in arfenhouse lines. Or, more like...
"Potatoes!"
"What?"
"Corn!"
"What?"
"LASER GUN!!!" *hangs up*
Chris calls back again. Doesn't this guy ever give up? So Eric gets the phone, and he starts in on the Weebil music. Chris hangs up. He calls again, only to hear Kali speaking in Gaelic. He hangs up, and doesn't call back. Laughing, we finish our pizza, and then leave.
We're going down 183 trying to get to Ben's house. Chris calls again. Eric says loudly, "I'LL TOUCH YOUR PENIS." Chris hangs up.
He calls again, and since we're at a light I get the phone and pretend to be a sex shop, only I mess it up because I'm trying not to laugh so hard I can't even think. Chris hangs up. But by this time, he sounds pretty mad, like "can I please speak with Brett? Can I please speak with Brett? Can I please speak with Brett?" He doesn't call back for a while.
As we're exiting the freeway, almost to Benny's, Chris calls back again. Brett picks up the phone. "Hey dude, what's up?" he asks. Chris says something, asks a question, and Brett replies, "nah, I'm coming home from dinner at costco."
"Bullshit," Chris says and hangs up. A few minutes later, he calls back, and now we're on Oak Knoll, so I don't have to be quite as vigilant. Brett tells Chris that all those voices were his answering machine off of some website, and he had everyone record something, and it randomly plays. Then he goes on to say that he probably can't do anything tonight because his dad is mad at him (this is true, we snuck out of the house) and then hangs up.
"Did he actually believe you about the answering machine?" I ask Brett as we turn on to Ben's street.
"Yep," Brett replied.
Understandably, we were all seized by a fit of laughter.
Nothing quite that amusing went on at Benny's. There was the delicious, delicious pie, and a trippy DDR with laser guns sort of game called Amplitude. And there were FERRETZ. So we chilled out there for a while, and around 10:30 I started getting really tired, so around eleven, I went into Benny's room and rested until it was time to go take Eric home. Took Eric home, came home, collapsed, and woke up this morning around 8, and now here I am!
Now all I have to do is clean my room, clean myself, and do three loads of laundry.
Joy.
Later.
Back to the entry I was GOING to write.
*takes a deep breath*
I'M GOING TO SEE HARRY POTTER TODAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111111111oneoneone OHHHH EMMMMMM EFFFFF GEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =D
In case you can't tell, I'm very excited.
In other news, I got a bit of bad news last night, and now I'm a little out of spirits...
But that's not important!
I went out with Brett and Chims and Eric and Kali and we went to Costco to get a big pizza. Except my car nearly ran out of gas, so Brett loaned me ten bucks to fill the tank up enough that it didn't run dry.
God damn if I don't love that redneck.
Anyway, we went to costco, got our pizza, sat down at one of the ridiculously small and inconvenient tables (I had to straddle a support strut, arg) and waited, being general idiots, of course. They called out our number, Brett got our pizza, and we were like "yay!" So we tucked in quite nicely and all got greasy (except Kali, who got a salad) and then all of a sudden, Brett's phone starts ringing. It's Chris. So I reach out my hand for the phone and ask to talk to him. Brett goes okay, and hands me the phone.
"HIHOWRYOO."
"What's up?"
"IEATPIZZALOL."
"What?"
"PIZZALOL"
"What?"
"PIZZALOL"
"What?"
Now, repeat this about fifty times until I finally go "KTHXLUVUBAI" and hang up. Laughing, I hand the phone back to Brett.
And then Chris calls again. This time, it's Kali's turn. She starts speaking in french. Chris hangs up. Calls again. Still in french. Chris hangs up. Calls again. Still in french. Chris hangs up. Eric gets the phone. Chris calls again.
"I'VE SEEEN THINGS THAT NOBODY WOULD BELIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVE."
Chris hangs up after another two lines like this. Now it's Chimney's turn.
"The internet is serious business."
"....serious business."
And Chim hangs up. It's my turn again. I respond entirely in arfenhouse lines. Or, more like...
"Potatoes!"
"What?"
"Corn!"
"What?"
"LASER GUN!!!" *hangs up*
Chris calls back again. Doesn't this guy ever give up? So Eric gets the phone, and he starts in on the Weebil music. Chris hangs up. He calls again, only to hear Kali speaking in Gaelic. He hangs up, and doesn't call back. Laughing, we finish our pizza, and then leave.
We're going down 183 trying to get to Ben's house. Chris calls again. Eric says loudly, "I'LL TOUCH YOUR PENIS." Chris hangs up.
He calls again, and since we're at a light I get the phone and pretend to be a sex shop, only I mess it up because I'm trying not to laugh so hard I can't even think. Chris hangs up. But by this time, he sounds pretty mad, like "can I please speak with Brett? Can I please speak with Brett? Can I please speak with Brett?" He doesn't call back for a while.
As we're exiting the freeway, almost to Benny's, Chris calls back again. Brett picks up the phone. "Hey dude, what's up?" he asks. Chris says something, asks a question, and Brett replies, "nah, I'm coming home from dinner at costco."
"Bullshit," Chris says and hangs up. A few minutes later, he calls back, and now we're on Oak Knoll, so I don't have to be quite as vigilant. Brett tells Chris that all those voices were his answering machine off of some website, and he had everyone record something, and it randomly plays. Then he goes on to say that he probably can't do anything tonight because his dad is mad at him (this is true, we snuck out of the house) and then hangs up.
"Did he actually believe you about the answering machine?" I ask Brett as we turn on to Ben's street.
"Yep," Brett replied.
Understandably, we were all seized by a fit of laughter.
Nothing quite that amusing went on at Benny's. There was the delicious, delicious pie, and a trippy DDR with laser guns sort of game called Amplitude. And there were FERRETZ. So we chilled out there for a while, and around 10:30 I started getting really tired, so around eleven, I went into Benny's room and rested until it was time to go take Eric home. Took Eric home, came home, collapsed, and woke up this morning around 8, and now here I am!
Now all I have to do is clean my room, clean myself, and do three loads of laundry.
Joy.
Later.