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So I figure, "why not make an actual update about what I've been doing lately?" Not that anyone cares, but it'll be fun to write about recent events.
Lately, I've been feeling pretty good. I really have no problems. Well, at least none that are important. I'm involved in a few spats with a few people, but they're not significant people to me so it doesn't really bother me. Otherwise, things are working out nicely.
Yesterday, I went to Frankee's after school to work on Crazy Mrs. Johnson's Bio homework. She's crazy. We have about 50 questions a weeknight, and about 100 questions on weekends. Review for the Regents. Frankee and I got through over a week of questions. It went really quickly, and it seemed alot easier than I thought for some reason.
So Tracey suggests that we all go to King Buffet. After her convincing me that there are enough non-meat items there, we started making plans. People who we had planned on going began to drop like flys, and eventually the only folks going were me, Frank, Tracey, Mike, and Dan. We were going to meet at Joe's and go with him and some other folks too, but someone wanted to cause drama and we decided to just avoid it altogether and go ourselves.
So we get to King Buffet, and proceed to wait the 15 minutes or so until our table is ready. Standing there, in the little box between the two sets of doors...you know, the place you're not supposed to wait... we see some of our friends leaving. I made an incredibly offensive yet hilarious comment about engaging in sexual intercourse with someone's girlfriend, and am probably going to end up on the wrong end of a clenched fist for that.
Then we ate. I enjoyed vegetable lo mein, white rice, vegetable spring rolls, fried dough with sugar [I mean, "donuts"]...and the classics: pizza and french fries. Followed by enough ice cream to kill popular 80's actress Joanna Kerns [who's lactose-intolerant, silly]. We told the waiter it was Tracey's birthday, and she got mighty embarassed when we sang Happy Birthday and watched as she blew out the candle in her pink square of cake.
We were sitting there after we ate, just talking and preparing to leave, when Dan made a comment in reference to Helen Keller. His remark contained something along the line's of "she's a dumb crippled old bitch". Then he noticed that the lady at the table next to us, in her wheelchair, was staring at him like she wanted to rip his heart out and shit in his chest. We left. Quickly.
Then people went home. And I slept.
So in exactly one week, I'm off to seeParticle and Trey Anastasio. Seriously, check 'em out. I didn't link to those songs for nothing. And you'll probably like them if you like good music.
Then, exactly two months, it's The String Cheese Incident, Keller Williams, Yonder Mountain String Band, and some other folks I don't listen to but certainly hope I like. That Yonder Mountain song is seriously catchy. And if you're into singer-songwriters like John Mayer and stuff, you'd really dig Keller Williams. He's the man.
The new Chuck Palahniuk book, Haunted, is out. It's a collection of 24 or so short stories. Very disturbing, horrifying, nightmare-inducing, stomach-emptying short stories. For those of you unfamiliar with Chuck's work, he's the fellow who wrote Fight Club, and he's an incredible author, my favorite. I'd HIGHLY reccommend you all head down to your local friendly library and pick up Haunted. If you want to read one of the stories in it, there's one called "Guts" on his website, check it out at http://www.chuckpalahniuk.net/books/haunted/guts.php . I'll warn you, though...while this is really a great story and I enjoyed it alot, it's not for the weak of heart. Or weak of stomach, for that matter. And "Guts" is probably the tamest, mildest story in the book.
Anyhow, I'm off to Blockbuster. Pizzle.
Lately, I've been feeling pretty good. I really have no problems. Well, at least none that are important. I'm involved in a few spats with a few people, but they're not significant people to me so it doesn't really bother me. Otherwise, things are working out nicely.
Yesterday, I went to Frankee's after school to work on Crazy Mrs. Johnson's Bio homework. She's crazy. We have about 50 questions a weeknight, and about 100 questions on weekends. Review for the Regents. Frankee and I got through over a week of questions. It went really quickly, and it seemed alot easier than I thought for some reason.
So Tracey suggests that we all go to King Buffet. After her convincing me that there are enough non-meat items there, we started making plans. People who we had planned on going began to drop like flys, and eventually the only folks going were me, Frank, Tracey, Mike, and Dan. We were going to meet at Joe's and go with him and some other folks too, but someone wanted to cause drama and we decided to just avoid it altogether and go ourselves.
So we get to King Buffet, and proceed to wait the 15 minutes or so until our table is ready. Standing there, in the little box between the two sets of doors...you know, the place you're not supposed to wait... we see some of our friends leaving. I made an incredibly offensive yet hilarious comment about engaging in sexual intercourse with someone's girlfriend, and am probably going to end up on the wrong end of a clenched fist for that.
Then we ate. I enjoyed vegetable lo mein, white rice, vegetable spring rolls, fried dough with sugar [I mean, "donuts"]...and the classics: pizza and french fries. Followed by enough ice cream to kill popular 80's actress Joanna Kerns [who's lactose-intolerant, silly]. We told the waiter it was Tracey's birthday, and she got mighty embarassed when we sang Happy Birthday and watched as she blew out the candle in her pink square of cake.
We were sitting there after we ate, just talking and preparing to leave, when Dan made a comment in reference to Helen Keller. His remark contained something along the line's of "she's a dumb crippled old bitch". Then he noticed that the lady at the table next to us, in her wheelchair, was staring at him like she wanted to rip his heart out and shit in his chest. We left. Quickly.
Then people went home. And I slept.
So in exactly one week, I'm off to seeParticle and Trey Anastasio. Seriously, check 'em out. I didn't link to those songs for nothing. And you'll probably like them if you like good music.
Then, exactly two months, it's The String Cheese Incident, Keller Williams, Yonder Mountain String Band, and some other folks I don't listen to but certainly hope I like. That Yonder Mountain song is seriously catchy. And if you're into singer-songwriters like John Mayer and stuff, you'd really dig Keller Williams. He's the man.
The new Chuck Palahniuk book, Haunted, is out. It's a collection of 24 or so short stories. Very disturbing, horrifying, nightmare-inducing, stomach-emptying short stories. For those of you unfamiliar with Chuck's work, he's the fellow who wrote Fight Club, and he's an incredible author, my favorite. I'd HIGHLY reccommend you all head down to your local friendly library and pick up Haunted. If you want to read one of the stories in it, there's one called "Guts" on his website, check it out at http://www.chuckpalahniuk.net/books/haunted/guts.php . I'll warn you, though...while this is really a great story and I enjoyed it alot, it's not for the weak of heart. Or weak of stomach, for that matter. And "Guts" is probably the tamest, mildest story in the book.
Anyhow, I'm off to Blockbuster. Pizzle.