But now he's spilling whiskey and learning songs about a one that got away
April 3, 2007 was a day I have been anticipating for years. I only knew months in advance what would be happening that day, but it was originally planned for a week later. Either way, it was one of the greatest things of my life.
Yes, I had it with all three of them.
And it you believed that, you're a bigger fuckin' tard than I thought you were because it's pretty obvious I don't care about banging broads, or rather yet, losing my virginity. Make no mistake, I'd make passionate love to each of the lovely ladies in that photo, and if they would be the only women I'd ever have, I wouldn't complain. But seriously, blah, blah, blah, I wouldn't want to waste my first time, blah, blah, blah, I'd have to love her, blah, blah, blah, I'm a kid with strong morals.
But yes, the picture and my intro, what I am talking about is of course Twin Peaks Season 2 finally coming to DVD. I bought Season 1 back in 2003 and it is the best television I have ever seen. There's not a second of that first season I don't love. With season 2, the killer of Laura Palmer was revealed (I already knew who the killer was, FUCK YOU "I Love the 90's"), there was some dippy soap opera romance and the final episode of the series was the most amazing thing I have ever seen, the final cliffhanger was recockulous. It was weaker than season 1, but how could it not be? I'll be doing a HUUUGE entry on it over the summer most likely, but it's possible I might not have much free time as I could have an internship? Whaa? How sad is that my dear readers? If I do get the internship, I would absolutely love my major and I would take a shit on all the engineering majors or at least all the engineering majors without engineering internships. Why, you ask? Because I applied for an internship in reliability engineering for defense contracting. If I do get it, I'll post a small entry on that, just because I'd find it so goddamn hilarious.
I really don't like getting drunk. More so, I like to get tipsy. But in all honesty, I don't really like beer... or wine... or vodka... or rum. What I like is champagne, tequila and whisk(e)y. I don't really like much else. Last week I bought a fifth of Maker's Mark and Macallan 12 years old. The total cost was over $80. I like expensive alcohol because it tastes better. The only alcohol I drink at parties is what I bring in a flask, so that's just under 5 shots which is right around the place I want to be. Ok, that's kind of a lie, I do like beer, but when parties only have Keystone, Busch or some other piss water, I won't drink it. I like a nice Newcastle as my beer and remember, the first shot I ever had was one of Grey Goose and it was terrific. Everyone buys shitty alcohol to get more of it so they can get drunk with less money, but fuck that. My high morals strike again, or perhaps it's my high standards. I drink for tastes and tipsiness. There's nothing better than listening to 70's Tom Waits and drinking bourbon. I like to have a good compliment to my cigar and considering I just spent $42 on a torch cigar lighter plus $14 to engrave it with my initials, I think it could be my high standard or my pseudo high society persona. Oh and this seems like a good place to point out that James Bond is a pussy. First off, he orders a Vodka martini which should be self explanatory and secondly, shaken not stirred? Wow, talk about being a little bitch when asking your drink to get watered down?
A couple weeks ago we got tests back in STAT and I had a question for the TA considering I got points taken off for work that I didn't show, which was pretty retarded considering it was a simple probability. She told me to go to her office hours as they were right after he class. So I walk with her to her office, she shuts the door and she tells me she can't give me the points. I then ask her, "What can I do to get those points?" She promptly replies, "Me" as she grabs my ass and pulls herself close to me. There I am, harder than sudoku, and I gently pick her up and lay her down on her desk. She removes her jeans and panties, I unbutton my jeans and boxers then what proceeds is the greatest five minutes of my life.*
Tonight I'll be seeing Bob Saget perform. I hope he's as disgusting and vile as this journal has become.
*May not have actually happened
Yes, I had it with all three of them.
And it you believed that, you're a bigger fuckin' tard than I thought you were because it's pretty obvious I don't care about banging broads, or rather yet, losing my virginity. Make no mistake, I'd make passionate love to each of the lovely ladies in that photo, and if they would be the only women I'd ever have, I wouldn't complain. But seriously, blah, blah, blah, I wouldn't want to waste my first time, blah, blah, blah, I'd have to love her, blah, blah, blah, I'm a kid with strong morals.
But yes, the picture and my intro, what I am talking about is of course Twin Peaks Season 2 finally coming to DVD. I bought Season 1 back in 2003 and it is the best television I have ever seen. There's not a second of that first season I don't love. With season 2, the killer of Laura Palmer was revealed (I already knew who the killer was, FUCK YOU "I Love the 90's"), there was some dippy soap opera romance and the final episode of the series was the most amazing thing I have ever seen, the final cliffhanger was recockulous. It was weaker than season 1, but how could it not be? I'll be doing a HUUUGE entry on it over the summer most likely, but it's possible I might not have much free time as I could have an internship? Whaa? How sad is that my dear readers? If I do get the internship, I would absolutely love my major and I would take a shit on all the engineering majors or at least all the engineering majors without engineering internships. Why, you ask? Because I applied for an internship in reliability engineering for defense contracting. If I do get it, I'll post a small entry on that, just because I'd find it so goddamn hilarious.
I really don't like getting drunk. More so, I like to get tipsy. But in all honesty, I don't really like beer... or wine... or vodka... or rum. What I like is champagne, tequila and whisk(e)y. I don't really like much else. Last week I bought a fifth of Maker's Mark and Macallan 12 years old. The total cost was over $80. I like expensive alcohol because it tastes better. The only alcohol I drink at parties is what I bring in a flask, so that's just under 5 shots which is right around the place I want to be. Ok, that's kind of a lie, I do like beer, but when parties only have Keystone, Busch or some other piss water, I won't drink it. I like a nice Newcastle as my beer and remember, the first shot I ever had was one of Grey Goose and it was terrific. Everyone buys shitty alcohol to get more of it so they can get drunk with less money, but fuck that. My high morals strike again, or perhaps it's my high standards. I drink for tastes and tipsiness. There's nothing better than listening to 70's Tom Waits and drinking bourbon. I like to have a good compliment to my cigar and considering I just spent $42 on a torch cigar lighter plus $14 to engrave it with my initials, I think it could be my high standard or my pseudo high society persona. Oh and this seems like a good place to point out that James Bond is a pussy. First off, he orders a Vodka martini which should be self explanatory and secondly, shaken not stirred? Wow, talk about being a little bitch when asking your drink to get watered down?
A couple weeks ago we got tests back in STAT and I had a question for the TA considering I got points taken off for work that I didn't show, which was pretty retarded considering it was a simple probability. She told me to go to her office hours as they were right after he class. So I walk with her to her office, she shuts the door and she tells me she can't give me the points. I then ask her, "What can I do to get those points?" She promptly replies, "Me" as she grabs my ass and pulls herself close to me. There I am, harder than sudoku, and I gently pick her up and lay her down on her desk. She removes her jeans and panties, I unbutton my jeans and boxers then what proceeds is the greatest five minutes of my life.*
Tonight I'll be seeing Bob Saget perform. I hope he's as disgusting and vile as this journal has become.
*May not have actually happened