I Smell French Fries...but that don't Make any Sense
I'm done. I'm tired and itchy. When I'm itchy that means I'm tired. I drank some high gravity lager tonight which made me into a 'drunken asshole'. Well...not really, but when the gravitivity is high and sensitivities fly and things said that could mean nothing take on the roll of everything old wounds crack open and out crawl the maggots. That's gross, but the mist tonight was excellent. I love the mist. The mist means girltalk, and when I mean girltalk I mean not talking about girls, but rather talking 'like' them, like the oldschool 90s board game would have you believe.
"You wanna race?? I'll show you a race!!"
-Packard Walsh (not a relative of mine but a fictional character)
I'm not up for drinking bottom shelf swill anymore cause it makes me say stupid things that I wouldn't otherwise. I'm a very private person...but get some 99c m-x in me and boy watch me fly. No, not like Lenny Kravits. That was the first song Timmy boy learned on guitar. I was obsessed with it for about a week. That soon wore off when I realized it sucked. No...it doesn't suck...and neither does Lenny. Just not my thing. One love. Support Music Mutha Trucka. If you are an elitist music nerd prepare to meet my force...Dragonforce that is!
Tomorrow (today) I will make a phonecall sometime after I wake up. It will lead to smiles and regrets. My favorite. Eat up the aftertaste of the warriors bitter cry (sorry the Dragonforce refrence did me in).
Today was my step grandpaws b-day. He is one old dude, but cool none the less. We went out to eat to celebrate his ancientness and my brother asked if I had ever considering going into adult films and I told my mother I was getting a mohawk at the same meal. Delicious.
Saw the episode of Full House with the Jesse and the Rippers video for "Forever" on it. It basically owned my house with happiness for a good 3 minutes. I still need to see the one with "Michelle Smiling" on it, because it's been a good 6 years or so.
My teeth feel dirty and I got them drilled today. Go figure. When the dentist decides, "Hey! I've got this feeling like we can do this without novacaine...ok...I'm just gonna start chisling away and you raise your hand if you feel pain" well that's not exactly the most reassurming way to start your dental adventure on a Thursday morning. Luckily....he hit noo nerves...but I was on edge there for a tick while Eve 6's smash it "Inside Out" played on the ol' radio as a sick and sadistic soundtrack to my mouthrot.
Played a bit of the ol' BAMball today.
scores when a bit like this:
Andrew: 18
Mikl: 9
Sean: -18
yeah, that's right. NEG8T. Basically horrible score. I couldn't pitch to save my unborn children today as I threw my weight in pitches. I could blame it on the horrible athleTECH Tennis balls we bought today at K-mart while unsuccesfully stalking an old crush, but what would be the point. 20 balls for $5. We thought we were getting a deal, little did we know we were getting swindled big time. The lil' glowing spheres were as hard as baseballs with the bounce of A cup party hats. After we played upon further inspection I realized that the bag indeed said Tennish balls...instead of Tennis balls. This made sense to me. No one could play tennis with these things.
Mikl, Danger, Dancing Matt, and I viewed the WRAITH via DVD and my basement early this morning and wow...the digital transfer is miles away from the horrible VHS copy my mom purchased at Save a Lot for $2.99 back in 96. You can actually understand what the actors are saying most of the time. That being said I plan on doing the following short monologue when I return back to NIU to secure my spot as the black sheep of the theatre program there.
Sheriff Loomis: You listen to me, you son-of-a-bitch! There's a kid out there using his car to kill people. Not that it's a problem for me since it seems to be you and your gang he's got it in for. I just thought I'd let you know that if you guys take the law into your own hands, and that killer turns up dead, I'm gonna see you all sniffin' cyanide in the Arizona gas chamber.
"You wanna race?? I'll show you a race!!"
-Packard Walsh (not a relative of mine but a fictional character)
I'm not up for drinking bottom shelf swill anymore cause it makes me say stupid things that I wouldn't otherwise. I'm a very private person...but get some 99c m-x in me and boy watch me fly. No, not like Lenny Kravits. That was the first song Timmy boy learned on guitar. I was obsessed with it for about a week. That soon wore off when I realized it sucked. No...it doesn't suck...and neither does Lenny. Just not my thing. One love. Support Music Mutha Trucka. If you are an elitist music nerd prepare to meet my force...Dragonforce that is!
Tomorrow (today) I will make a phonecall sometime after I wake up. It will lead to smiles and regrets. My favorite. Eat up the aftertaste of the warriors bitter cry (sorry the Dragonforce refrence did me in).
Today was my step grandpaws b-day. He is one old dude, but cool none the less. We went out to eat to celebrate his ancientness and my brother asked if I had ever considering going into adult films and I told my mother I was getting a mohawk at the same meal. Delicious.
Saw the episode of Full House with the Jesse and the Rippers video for "Forever" on it. It basically owned my house with happiness for a good 3 minutes. I still need to see the one with "Michelle Smiling" on it, because it's been a good 6 years or so.
My teeth feel dirty and I got them drilled today. Go figure. When the dentist decides, "Hey! I've got this feeling like we can do this without novacaine...ok...I'm just gonna start chisling away and you raise your hand if you feel pain" well that's not exactly the most reassurming way to start your dental adventure on a Thursday morning. Luckily....he hit noo nerves...but I was on edge there for a tick while Eve 6's smash it "Inside Out" played on the ol' radio as a sick and sadistic soundtrack to my mouthrot.
Played a bit of the ol' BAMball today.
scores when a bit like this:
Andrew: 18
Mikl: 9
Sean: -18
yeah, that's right. NEG8T. Basically horrible score. I couldn't pitch to save my unborn children today as I threw my weight in pitches. I could blame it on the horrible athleTECH Tennis balls we bought today at K-mart while unsuccesfully stalking an old crush, but what would be the point. 20 balls for $5. We thought we were getting a deal, little did we know we were getting swindled big time. The lil' glowing spheres were as hard as baseballs with the bounce of A cup party hats. After we played upon further inspection I realized that the bag indeed said Tennish balls...instead of Tennis balls. This made sense to me. No one could play tennis with these things.
Mikl, Danger, Dancing Matt, and I viewed the WRAITH via DVD and my basement early this morning and wow...the digital transfer is miles away from the horrible VHS copy my mom purchased at Save a Lot for $2.99 back in 96. You can actually understand what the actors are saying most of the time. That being said I plan on doing the following short monologue when I return back to NIU to secure my spot as the black sheep of the theatre program there.
Sheriff Loomis: You listen to me, you son-of-a-bitch! There's a kid out there using his car to kill people. Not that it's a problem for me since it seems to be you and your gang he's got it in for. I just thought I'd let you know that if you guys take the law into your own hands, and that killer turns up dead, I'm gonna see you all sniffin' cyanide in the Arizona gas chamber.