Live journals play bum darts with eachother... your's is the target
so right off the bat I need to thank lissa for giving me her best layout.
not to mention providing me with lemonade, and one of the best days I've had in a while.
Im uber glad 1st semester is over and done with cause now I can be in broadcasting. Even if Mr emery is THE douchebag it wont matter. I conquered him for photography.
Our band which to this day sits nameless (if anyone has Ideas please throw them at me) because the other members dont like "Bitch, you know what I want". weve been trying to come up with something that everyone and their mom agrees on and so far it's LIGER. we will be bred for our skills in magic. but honestly who would choose Liger over BYKWIW. lame.
we moved to a room over the embassy. it's a little cramped but once we get stuff organized it'll be the shit.
Our first night there Karl and I were jamming away and some washed up old lady who lives there told us to get our couch ( which the superintendant told us to put in front of the fire exit) out of the fire exit. so we threw it off and dragged it over to the garbage heap. when we got back up she offered us in for a beer. we politley declined, and instead of a cold one she gave us each a chocolate bar. I "put mine away for later". Karl ate his. the next day I gave mine to scott shaw. he asked me where I got it. so I told him, "from an old crackhead embassy lady". he laughed,
" but no, seriously whered you get it from?"
" I told you an old crackhead embassy lady."
" in that case Im giving it to fat Phil."
Phil if you read this, I hope your feeling ok.
I also have part ownership of a cat that I named Vince Neil.
shes the embassy's de-mousing cat. when I met him he was playing with a little barbie microphone so I had to giv'er a rockstar name.
Im gonna teach him how to kick the shit out of other downtown animal scum he might come across.
thats about it folks.
~slow ride, take it easy~
tbn
not to mention providing me with lemonade, and one of the best days I've had in a while.
Im uber glad 1st semester is over and done with cause now I can be in broadcasting. Even if Mr emery is THE douchebag it wont matter. I conquered him for photography.
Our band which to this day sits nameless (if anyone has Ideas please throw them at me) because the other members dont like "Bitch, you know what I want". weve been trying to come up with something that everyone and their mom agrees on and so far it's LIGER. we will be bred for our skills in magic. but honestly who would choose Liger over BYKWIW. lame.
we moved to a room over the embassy. it's a little cramped but once we get stuff organized it'll be the shit.
Our first night there Karl and I were jamming away and some washed up old lady who lives there told us to get our couch ( which the superintendant told us to put in front of the fire exit) out of the fire exit. so we threw it off and dragged it over to the garbage heap. when we got back up she offered us in for a beer. we politley declined, and instead of a cold one she gave us each a chocolate bar. I "put mine away for later". Karl ate his. the next day I gave mine to scott shaw. he asked me where I got it. so I told him, "from an old crackhead embassy lady". he laughed,
" but no, seriously whered you get it from?"
" I told you an old crackhead embassy lady."
" in that case Im giving it to fat Phil."
Phil if you read this, I hope your feeling ok.
I also have part ownership of a cat that I named Vince Neil.
shes the embassy's de-mousing cat. when I met him he was playing with a little barbie microphone so I had to giv'er a rockstar name.
Im gonna teach him how to kick the shit out of other downtown animal scum he might come across.
thats about it folks.
~slow ride, take it easy~
tbn