loong time no post
well like it or not I'm still here. so it's sunday and breaks pretty much over :( Once again I managed to accomplish absolutely nothing. So pretty much the only things that happened since my last post was robbie breakin his arm (what kinda moron does that) and ate my ass off in CHicago for model un. we met this pot smoking janitor there which was pretty hilarious. our conversation with him went sorta like this...
Janitor: So watch'ya all here fer?
Nithin: It's model un.
Me: yea all we do is talk about politics and shit so thats why we're here (there was this lobby kinda thing in the bathroom and we spent all the time in there talking rather than be in the un room thing)
Janitor: Oh, but you guys have fun at night right?
Us: Nope, we got a curfew at 12.
Janitor: Damn so you guys dont see any of the sites. Man when dem honeys come to see dem sites I say baby all the sites are up in ma room. (pretty awkward) Anyways, you guys could liven this thing up wit a bubbler man. I be passin dat shit around by now.
Me: Some kids already got caught and sent home.
Janitor: They doin it up in there room? Man I go into the stairs and light that shit up. Hear someone comin an run back into ma room. Nope I don't smell anything...smells like it was in the stairs. hahahhaa well ya guys got some honeys up in here how are they?
NIthin: Yea some but they dont allow any 'close' dancing.
Janitor: Y'alls a buncha fags man. I saw sum of dem girls wit dat booty...UGH! I be feedin dem sum o dat cornbread man ya know how it is give em some booty man.
The conversation just got weirder after that. so to finish up heres a passage harjap wrote....
It's where drugs, sex and general superficiality are a vital part of reality. Where you can charge a slice of pizza on plastic. Where you shop with celebrities at Somerset on weekends, walk Old Woodward and the streets of Bham, and make out in the Palladium overcrowded with middle schoolers. Where you've got Shops at the Top, ETD on Square Lake, sixth graders with cells, and private school rivals, and the public schools that hate them all. Where there are more country clubs than fast food joints, and more porsche driving soccer moms popping their collars. And no one gives a shit about the West Coast (even though a winter home there is nice). We sound like assholes because we are, but that's how we do it in Oakland County. The Real O.C.
Janitor: So watch'ya all here fer?
Nithin: It's model un.
Me: yea all we do is talk about politics and shit so thats why we're here (there was this lobby kinda thing in the bathroom and we spent all the time in there talking rather than be in the un room thing)
Janitor: Oh, but you guys have fun at night right?
Us: Nope, we got a curfew at 12.
Janitor: Damn so you guys dont see any of the sites. Man when dem honeys come to see dem sites I say baby all the sites are up in ma room. (pretty awkward) Anyways, you guys could liven this thing up wit a bubbler man. I be passin dat shit around by now.
Me: Some kids already got caught and sent home.
Janitor: They doin it up in there room? Man I go into the stairs and light that shit up. Hear someone comin an run back into ma room. Nope I don't smell anything...smells like it was in the stairs. hahahhaa well ya guys got some honeys up in here how are they?
NIthin: Yea some but they dont allow any 'close' dancing.
Janitor: Y'alls a buncha fags man. I saw sum of dem girls wit dat booty...UGH! I be feedin dem sum o dat cornbread man ya know how it is give em some booty man.
The conversation just got weirder after that. so to finish up heres a passage harjap wrote....
It's where drugs, sex and general superficiality are a vital part of reality. Where you can charge a slice of pizza on plastic. Where you shop with celebrities at Somerset on weekends, walk Old Woodward and the streets of Bham, and make out in the Palladium overcrowded with middle schoolers. Where you've got Shops at the Top, ETD on Square Lake, sixth graders with cells, and private school rivals, and the public schools that hate them all. Where there are more country clubs than fast food joints, and more porsche driving soccer moms popping their collars. And no one gives a shit about the West Coast (even though a winter home there is nice). We sound like assholes because we are, but that's how we do it in Oakland County. The Real O.C.