he doesnt even know it.. and thats the worst thing of all
So I almost got into a fight.
an actual fight, where I wanted to take the motherfucker down and beat him until he broke.
Now, that would be my first real fight since... 8th grade? maybe seventh.
and pits and actions inside don't count.
so thats different for me, to say the least. Now, it could be that I haven't been in a pit in god's know how long, or done a competitive sport.
or.
it could be that this guy, Punar, has just gotten to me and it was just the straw that broke the camel's back. Punar, for those who haven't heard of him, is the creepiest motherfucker of all time, you would have to meet him to really know, but hows this;
a group of girls from the floor all got together and went to the RD to complain about his creepyness
he doesnt drink, but claims to, and goes to parties, with the one goal of getting a girl
when a bunch of us go to parties and come back with girls, whether they are with us or are just friends, he is up, sober, and wants to partake in the conversation and whatever else in the lounge.
one time, this girl was drunk off her ass, it was about 3 in hte morning, and her and another clustermate of mine had just gotten back from a halloween party. They are going to bed, and she is in her underwear. Being drunk, she wanders out into the lounge.
my clustermate comes back from the bathroom, to find Punar, stone sober, feeding her cold fries while she's lying on the couch.
So along these lines, he pisses me off.
I could go on, but it doesnt matter, because all boiled down, he is one of those people that just grate on me.
Anyway, I'm going to go work some steam off by doing some fighting... ;) I might speak more of it later
after that, hopefully catch a friends live radio broadcasty thing, good music. and THEN, see a bunch of lander 4 people at a party.
and somewhere in there, find some way to hang out with Theresa. :)
Laterz yo and schtuff
an actual fight, where I wanted to take the motherfucker down and beat him until he broke.
Now, that would be my first real fight since... 8th grade? maybe seventh.
and pits and actions inside don't count.
so thats different for me, to say the least. Now, it could be that I haven't been in a pit in god's know how long, or done a competitive sport.
or.
it could be that this guy, Punar, has just gotten to me and it was just the straw that broke the camel's back. Punar, for those who haven't heard of him, is the creepiest motherfucker of all time, you would have to meet him to really know, but hows this;
a group of girls from the floor all got together and went to the RD to complain about his creepyness
he doesnt drink, but claims to, and goes to parties, with the one goal of getting a girl
when a bunch of us go to parties and come back with girls, whether they are with us or are just friends, he is up, sober, and wants to partake in the conversation and whatever else in the lounge.
one time, this girl was drunk off her ass, it was about 3 in hte morning, and her and another clustermate of mine had just gotten back from a halloween party. They are going to bed, and she is in her underwear. Being drunk, she wanders out into the lounge.
my clustermate comes back from the bathroom, to find Punar, stone sober, feeding her cold fries while she's lying on the couch.
So along these lines, he pisses me off.
I could go on, but it doesnt matter, because all boiled down, he is one of those people that just grate on me.
Anyway, I'm going to go work some steam off by doing some fighting... ;) I might speak more of it later
after that, hopefully catch a friends live radio broadcasty thing, good music. and THEN, see a bunch of lander 4 people at a party.
and somewhere in there, find some way to hang out with Theresa. :)
Laterz yo and schtuff