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not much happening in the land of jenn. i am in knoxville right now, visiting my best friend rachel ray, who incidently never posts anymore! anyhow, UTK is ranked somewhere in the top 10 party schools in the nation, so guess what i got to do tonight?! you got it PARTY. i met the coolest, whacked out people i have ever met in my life! on guy named hull, or somthing to that effect wore bobby pins in his hair. he had a very full head of hair that goes to his shoulders, i mean this guy has more hair than anyone i know. i had good conversations with him, and he shared two bowls with me! isnt taht great?!
hull(in the best stoner voice): so where do you go to school?
me:i go to covenant college, right outside chattanooga
hull:oh, were is that?
me:i just said it was near chattanooga
hull: did you say you go to UTC?
me:no i go to a private presbyterian school NEAR chattanooga
hull:oh, cool. that is a great school....wait, waht does presbyterian mean?
me:(in the most heartless, annoyed voice possible) baiscally we belive that God chooses some to go to heavan, and others not. we are very exclusive!!!
hull:(still stoned) oh awesome, that is great that God is selective, wanna go have some bowls with me?
that was a highlight. also, i tried getting drunk with ryan and his roomate, i am not sure what his real nae is,but i kept calling him maroon.i didnt like the taste, and kept gagging, so i decided to stop. they taught me" je t'aime trus le temps"
oh yes, and shi fur sev me muches!(to be said in a fat man redneck voice/accent)
at about 3am, we decided that we wanted tos ee how many people we could fit into a civic and relieve our munchies at IHOP. i am proud to say that we fit 5 gorwn men(weighing about 250 a peice) one skinny guy, and three women in the car! unfortunately, i slammed my hand in the door, got my hand burned by cigarette ashes that i couldnt blow off, and i had to sit on jeremy's lap, a randomn guy who wanted to see if he could fit in the care too!
we had some good times, i almost got beat up by a scary italian guy, but love every bite of my four pankakes. what was weird is that i didnt notice that my hand was caught in the door until i tried to scrach my nose(which wa about 10 seconds later) jeremy's are was on the lock to the door, so i had to struggle to move this drunk mans' arms out of the way so i could remove my hand from between the door and the door panel. luckily i did not breka anything, but still, two hours later, my arm is numb.
what a day, what a day! it has been interesting...i think i should visit k-town more often. it is 5:30am, and i need to take a 3hr road trip home with some guy i dont know...that should be interesting as well....
hull(in the best stoner voice): so where do you go to school?
me:i go to covenant college, right outside chattanooga
hull:oh, were is that?
me:i just said it was near chattanooga
hull: did you say you go to UTC?
me:no i go to a private presbyterian school NEAR chattanooga
hull:oh, cool. that is a great school....wait, waht does presbyterian mean?
me:(in the most heartless, annoyed voice possible) baiscally we belive that God chooses some to go to heavan, and others not. we are very exclusive!!!
hull:(still stoned) oh awesome, that is great that God is selective, wanna go have some bowls with me?
that was a highlight. also, i tried getting drunk with ryan and his roomate, i am not sure what his real nae is,but i kept calling him maroon.i didnt like the taste, and kept gagging, so i decided to stop. they taught me" je t'aime trus le temps"
oh yes, and shi fur sev me muches!(to be said in a fat man redneck voice/accent)
at about 3am, we decided that we wanted tos ee how many people we could fit into a civic and relieve our munchies at IHOP. i am proud to say that we fit 5 gorwn men(weighing about 250 a peice) one skinny guy, and three women in the car! unfortunately, i slammed my hand in the door, got my hand burned by cigarette ashes that i couldnt blow off, and i had to sit on jeremy's lap, a randomn guy who wanted to see if he could fit in the care too!
we had some good times, i almost got beat up by a scary italian guy, but love every bite of my four pankakes. what was weird is that i didnt notice that my hand was caught in the door until i tried to scrach my nose(which wa about 10 seconds later) jeremy's are was on the lock to the door, so i had to struggle to move this drunk mans' arms out of the way so i could remove my hand from between the door and the door panel. luckily i did not breka anything, but still, two hours later, my arm is numb.
what a day, what a day! it has been interesting...i think i should visit k-town more often. it is 5:30am, and i need to take a 3hr road trip home with some guy i dont know...that should be interesting as well....