THIS IS SPARTA!
I am once again reminded of the awesome movie (300!), and yet somewhat barfy in the mouth when I recall WHY I was reminded of it.
I have long since begun questioning why I hang out with three guys, all of which sometimes have the attention span of...well, men.
This is one of those moments, where the fleeting sounds of dolphin whoopie cannot save me.
DJ, or BJ as he is so "affectionately" called, decided to pull up his boxers until they looked like the briefs from 300 and model in front of Jacob and Jared, who paparazzi-ed it up in Jared's room. Needless to say, it seemed like one of those slightly-more-than-gay moments...especially considering one of the shots that had DJ in a peek-a-boo pose (you know the one that that little blonde girl has in front of those sunscreen bottles with the dog biting her diaper-contraption? Yeah. THAT..).
Needless to say, I threw up a little in my mouth.
On Tuesday, I drove the four of us to San Diego (and actually made it back in time for my 2:20pm class. I totally own the freaking freeway!). Want to know the reason?
We met, for the first time, Jacob's online girlfriend so cutely named Rubie (who lives in SD).
The chinese-vietnamese-filipina hybrid of a midget was freaking adorable. She had long brown hair that went down near her ass and she was, once again, shorter than me (yes, Anne...it's possible). Technically, she's a midget.
She's fucking adorable. No joke. I resisted the urge to hug her every few minutes.
It would have been perfect if not for the following:
1. Jacob...is socially retarded. He did not particularly have an in-depth conversation with Rubie on part of both of their nervousness. I can understand that simply because it is the first time they're meeting each other and we're around, so that must make it a bit more awkward (especially for her), but still...meh.
2. DJ and Jared were a little...umm...almost-irritatingly non-asian rude (DJ forgot to take off his shoes in an asian house. And for a first meeting scenario, that's pretty fucking BAD). I'm still irritated at their (forgive the racial discrimination implied here) lack of respect for asian traditions...but nyeh. I guess I'm the only one alive that cares about tradition anymore. X___X I guess I'm not so unconventional as I thought.
3. DJ, halfway to San Diego, had drank 3 Red Bulls in a matter of minutes. Needless to say more than once, he had to pee to the point of bottle-peeing desperation. So, Jared chugged a the Nesquik...and DJ peed into the bottle. He nearly filled it to the brim. And that proverbial carrier of liquid waste stayed in my car for about 5-6 hours.
4. We missed the I-5 freeway transfer once, then on the way back went on the wrong off-ramp and ended up in Aliso Viejo until we found our way back. LAWLERPOPS.
EHHHHHHH. No victory screech for the day.
And Jared's boxer-dog (my "grandpappy"), Petey, is pretty much near death. I don't want him to die. T.T
Oh...I should say this...
I have my prom dress for Jared's prom...and it's uber-traditional and...dare I say it...periwinkle blue.
It's very unlike-Paula, and somewhat frightens me. X_X
I have long since begun questioning why I hang out with three guys, all of which sometimes have the attention span of...well, men.
This is one of those moments, where the fleeting sounds of dolphin whoopie cannot save me.
DJ, or BJ as he is so "affectionately" called, decided to pull up his boxers until they looked like the briefs from 300 and model in front of Jacob and Jared, who paparazzi-ed it up in Jared's room. Needless to say, it seemed like one of those slightly-more-than-gay moments...especially considering one of the shots that had DJ in a peek-a-boo pose (you know the one that that little blonde girl has in front of those sunscreen bottles with the dog biting her diaper-contraption? Yeah. THAT..).
Needless to say, I threw up a little in my mouth.
On Tuesday, I drove the four of us to San Diego (and actually made it back in time for my 2:20pm class. I totally own the freaking freeway!). Want to know the reason?
We met, for the first time, Jacob's online girlfriend so cutely named Rubie (who lives in SD).
The chinese-vietnamese-filipina hybrid of a midget was freaking adorable. She had long brown hair that went down near her ass and she was, once again, shorter than me (yes, Anne...it's possible). Technically, she's a midget.
She's fucking adorable. No joke. I resisted the urge to hug her every few minutes.
It would have been perfect if not for the following:
1. Jacob...is socially retarded. He did not particularly have an in-depth conversation with Rubie on part of both of their nervousness. I can understand that simply because it is the first time they're meeting each other and we're around, so that must make it a bit more awkward (especially for her), but still...meh.
2. DJ and Jared were a little...umm...almost-irritatingly non-asian rude (DJ forgot to take off his shoes in an asian house. And for a first meeting scenario, that's pretty fucking BAD). I'm still irritated at their (forgive the racial discrimination implied here) lack of respect for asian traditions...but nyeh. I guess I'm the only one alive that cares about tradition anymore. X___X I guess I'm not so unconventional as I thought.
3. DJ, halfway to San Diego, had drank 3 Red Bulls in a matter of minutes. Needless to say more than once, he had to pee to the point of bottle-peeing desperation. So, Jared chugged a the Nesquik...and DJ peed into the bottle. He nearly filled it to the brim. And that proverbial carrier of liquid waste stayed in my car for about 5-6 hours.
4. We missed the I-5 freeway transfer once, then on the way back went on the wrong off-ramp and ended up in Aliso Viejo until we found our way back. LAWLERPOPS.
EHHHHHHH. No victory screech for the day.
And Jared's boxer-dog (my "grandpappy"), Petey, is pretty much near death. I don't want him to die. T.T
Oh...I should say this...
I have my prom dress for Jared's prom...and it's uber-traditional and...dare I say it...periwinkle blue.
It's very unlike-Paula, and somewhat frightens me. X_X