pure romance
So here I am chilling at Julie's once more b/c my asshole of a computer is still at Ken's and I don't think he's played with it anymore since we decided it was done and I needed a new one. *deep breath* And, of course, I still haven't bought a new computer b/c I am a cheap bastard and don't have any money and don't particularly feel like financing one since I'm already financing a vehicle. *deep breath*
Julie hosted a "Pure Romance" party on Saturday night. Are you familiar with these things? To break it down into a short summary, there are no men allowed and this lady comes with the purpose of showing and selling all these sex gadgets to the women there. So it's the dildo section of Hustler Hollywood, but on wheels. Well, she had nine girls there, not including the woman that brought all the shit. Needless to say, alcohol and snacks became involved and then the camera came out as the clothes came off. Wahoo!!! You should see this slide show the ladies were so kind as to put together for us guys. Mmmm... Lemme tell you fellas out there, just about every fantasy you've ever conjured up involving girls and slumber parties -- it really does happen. Now this woman is supposed to drop off everything the girls ordered in about 45 minutes and I'm the one responsible for answering the door and taking possession of said package. Hehe. Julie went downtown for some job thing and has said she trusts me not to go through everything. What's a guy to do???
We're checking out another edition of Shadowbox tonight, a show I haven't personally seen yet. I don't think any of our respective "group" that normally goes has, for that matter. It should make for a good time despite the fact that it's not a big group of like 15 people like usual. There's only the 5 that initally commited. I'm starting to wonder if I truly should attempt to organize shit since I received a response from exactly 2 of the approximately 45 or 50 I sent an email to. Oh well. However, once again, let's not forget about the Rob Zombie concert on August 1 and more importantly -- Julie's party next Friday, June 17. We've started looking for baby pools and considering substances to fill it with. I know we've talked about KY jelly, Jell-O, and ice cream. Come on, you know you want in!!!
Congratulations to all those finishing up school in these next few days. I've noticed in a few away messages today that today is the last day for a few people. And I don't just mean the last day but the LAST day. Man, I wish I was to that point. It makes me wonder if I ever will be. Please don't get the wrong idea, I'm not whining. That's not the point here. It's just that things started off alright straight out of high school, pre-architecture major at UC, but then didn't get into the actual architecture major after the winter quarter of freshman year. That was alright since architecture wasn't necessarily what I was expecting anyway. So I just went without a major for a little while, then moved to pre-communication after taking a writing class and deciding I liked that. But here came the biggest road block of all -- which I'm sure most all of you are aware of by now -- the surprise of surprises...a three-week coma and the effects it brought with it. While it puts things in perspective and forces you to not take things for granted anymore, it also derailed most all plans I had. School got all fucked up as I attempted to stay a pre-comm major with a little help from Disability Services, but that still didn't work out. I decided to give Cincinnati State a try with the idea of gaining a Technical Communication certificate. And now I've just been pig-headed and refused to take the placement test, which is required if you wish to be accepted into any major. So for the last few years, I've been just a general student taking courses. I miss out on priority registration every term and thus am forced to take whatever classes are left and aren't full. Granted, I think I'm to the point where I probably don't need to the help from Disability Services as I did a couple years ago, but I still should just take the God damn placement test so I can get into a fucking major. But noooo, I'm too scared of doing poorly on the math portion because I suck ass at math. I'm sorry, I don't know where all that came from.
I think I'll take that as my queue and head on out to the couch to watch a ballgame. Since it fucking smells in this house, I should probably just stay back here where I don't have to deal with the stench of dirty dishes or the sound of an annoying cat -- but hey, the tv is out there. So I'll talk to everyone later!!!
Julie hosted a "Pure Romance" party on Saturday night. Are you familiar with these things? To break it down into a short summary, there are no men allowed and this lady comes with the purpose of showing and selling all these sex gadgets to the women there. So it's the dildo section of Hustler Hollywood, but on wheels. Well, she had nine girls there, not including the woman that brought all the shit. Needless to say, alcohol and snacks became involved and then the camera came out as the clothes came off. Wahoo!!! You should see this slide show the ladies were so kind as to put together for us guys. Mmmm... Lemme tell you fellas out there, just about every fantasy you've ever conjured up involving girls and slumber parties -- it really does happen. Now this woman is supposed to drop off everything the girls ordered in about 45 minutes and I'm the one responsible for answering the door and taking possession of said package. Hehe. Julie went downtown for some job thing and has said she trusts me not to go through everything. What's a guy to do???
We're checking out another edition of Shadowbox tonight, a show I haven't personally seen yet. I don't think any of our respective "group" that normally goes has, for that matter. It should make for a good time despite the fact that it's not a big group of like 15 people like usual. There's only the 5 that initally commited. I'm starting to wonder if I truly should attempt to organize shit since I received a response from exactly 2 of the approximately 45 or 50 I sent an email to. Oh well. However, once again, let's not forget about the Rob Zombie concert on August 1 and more importantly -- Julie's party next Friday, June 17. We've started looking for baby pools and considering substances to fill it with. I know we've talked about KY jelly, Jell-O, and ice cream. Come on, you know you want in!!!
Congratulations to all those finishing up school in these next few days. I've noticed in a few away messages today that today is the last day for a few people. And I don't just mean the last day but the LAST day. Man, I wish I was to that point. It makes me wonder if I ever will be. Please don't get the wrong idea, I'm not whining. That's not the point here. It's just that things started off alright straight out of high school, pre-architecture major at UC, but then didn't get into the actual architecture major after the winter quarter of freshman year. That was alright since architecture wasn't necessarily what I was expecting anyway. So I just went without a major for a little while, then moved to pre-communication after taking a writing class and deciding I liked that. But here came the biggest road block of all -- which I'm sure most all of you are aware of by now -- the surprise of surprises...a three-week coma and the effects it brought with it. While it puts things in perspective and forces you to not take things for granted anymore, it also derailed most all plans I had. School got all fucked up as I attempted to stay a pre-comm major with a little help from Disability Services, but that still didn't work out. I decided to give Cincinnati State a try with the idea of gaining a Technical Communication certificate. And now I've just been pig-headed and refused to take the placement test, which is required if you wish to be accepted into any major. So for the last few years, I've been just a general student taking courses. I miss out on priority registration every term and thus am forced to take whatever classes are left and aren't full. Granted, I think I'm to the point where I probably don't need to the help from Disability Services as I did a couple years ago, but I still should just take the God damn placement test so I can get into a fucking major. But noooo, I'm too scared of doing poorly on the math portion because I suck ass at math. I'm sorry, I don't know where all that came from.
I think I'll take that as my queue and head on out to the couch to watch a ballgame. Since it fucking smells in this house, I should probably just stay back here where I don't have to deal with the stench of dirty dishes or the sound of an annoying cat -- but hey, the tv is out there. So I'll talk to everyone later!!!