Stuff that happened to me and stuff
Yeah, so among all the posts about Laura and he boyfriend being retards and posting the stories I've written in this crazy love-story phase, stuff has actually been happened. Not a lot, but some. And since I'm currently trying to avoid doing my Italian work at any cost, I thought I should make an entry.
Friday afternoon was amazing. All Friday afternoons should be like it. Ragni and I smoked an assload of weed and then ripped off some fraternity for free wings. Again. Andre, baked as he was, thought the bleu cheese dish at the counter was pudding and attempted to eat it straight. Later he put it on his wings and discovered it was actually mayonnaise. Later that night I got a serious craving for dumplings, but we had no cream of chicken soup or milk. So I called Chris and made him drive me to Big Bird to pick some up. We got back, and I attempted to make dumplings...without making the chicken first...at 11:00...while high. It was so that I discovered that making the chicken, which takes FOREVER because you have to let it simmer, is actually vital to the process. If you don't do it, the flavor in the dumplings is severely lacking. So naturally the whole affair was a big culinary abortion. :(
Saturday...Andre and I waited 45 fucking minutes for a bus (public transit on the weekends fucking BLOWS) so we could go to campus and rip off Chris's fraternity for some free pizza. Afterwards Chris drove us to the Waterfront so I could get a wireless card. Buttt, we couldn't use the Internet all day yesterday, and mine isn't even set up yet (been using Andre's). Might be something with Steve's configuation...who knows at this point. I've been getting by without Internet at home. I'm not trying to do it all year, but so far I've been dealing.
That night I went to a party on Chesterfield, where I told almost everyone my name was Andre. See, I came up with this theory for why he gets so many ladies. Major points were: he has great hair, he has the look of a wild man, he's very quiet and mysterious...and his name is Andre. So I figured, why not? But get this- the one person I told my actual name, a girl named Emmy- I actually ended up hanging out with. She left the party pretty early, so I went down the street with a group of people to this cat named Hollywood's place. We played beer pong and I ate all his food. Oh yeah, and some drunk girl named McKenzie was making out with a bunch of different other girls. It was quite entertaining if I do say so myself.
Anyway, so the next day, after Ragni and I waited another 45 minutes for a bus (goddammit!) to go to the computer lab, I was going to look Emmy up on Facebook. But I already had her friended! How crazy is that shit? Anyway, we ended up going to Joe Mama's for dinner last night and I think we're hanging out again tomorrow at some point. Cause we're just that awesome.
So other than that...I can't think of anything to talk about. And I really should stop putting off the Italian work...especially because it's just self-evaluations for our portfolio projects from last week...and they can be written in English. Got a 185 out of 200 for the project, if I'm reading the CourseWeb site correctly. So...yeah. Better get to it.
I mean it.
Seriously, I'm leaving now.
Goodbye.
Friday afternoon was amazing. All Friday afternoons should be like it. Ragni and I smoked an assload of weed and then ripped off some fraternity for free wings. Again. Andre, baked as he was, thought the bleu cheese dish at the counter was pudding and attempted to eat it straight. Later he put it on his wings and discovered it was actually mayonnaise. Later that night I got a serious craving for dumplings, but we had no cream of chicken soup or milk. So I called Chris and made him drive me to Big Bird to pick some up. We got back, and I attempted to make dumplings...without making the chicken first...at 11:00...while high. It was so that I discovered that making the chicken, which takes FOREVER because you have to let it simmer, is actually vital to the process. If you don't do it, the flavor in the dumplings is severely lacking. So naturally the whole affair was a big culinary abortion. :(
Saturday...Andre and I waited 45 fucking minutes for a bus (public transit on the weekends fucking BLOWS) so we could go to campus and rip off Chris's fraternity for some free pizza. Afterwards Chris drove us to the Waterfront so I could get a wireless card. Buttt, we couldn't use the Internet all day yesterday, and mine isn't even set up yet (been using Andre's). Might be something with Steve's configuation...who knows at this point. I've been getting by without Internet at home. I'm not trying to do it all year, but so far I've been dealing.
That night I went to a party on Chesterfield, where I told almost everyone my name was Andre. See, I came up with this theory for why he gets so many ladies. Major points were: he has great hair, he has the look of a wild man, he's very quiet and mysterious...and his name is Andre. So I figured, why not? But get this- the one person I told my actual name, a girl named Emmy- I actually ended up hanging out with. She left the party pretty early, so I went down the street with a group of people to this cat named Hollywood's place. We played beer pong and I ate all his food. Oh yeah, and some drunk girl named McKenzie was making out with a bunch of different other girls. It was quite entertaining if I do say so myself.
Anyway, so the next day, after Ragni and I waited another 45 minutes for a bus (goddammit!) to go to the computer lab, I was going to look Emmy up on Facebook. But I already had her friended! How crazy is that shit? Anyway, we ended up going to Joe Mama's for dinner last night and I think we're hanging out again tomorrow at some point. Cause we're just that awesome.
So other than that...I can't think of anything to talk about. And I really should stop putting off the Italian work...especially because it's just self-evaluations for our portfolio projects from last week...and they can be written in English. Got a 185 out of 200 for the project, if I'm reading the CourseWeb site correctly. So...yeah. Better get to it.
I mean it.
Seriously, I'm leaving now.
Goodbye.