Get busy living or get busy dying
I'm sick right now, so I've got some time on my hands.
Soon after posting a comment on Ryan's LJ (ardabee) about watching Shawshank Redemption on a lazy afternoon, I did so. As expected, it was everything I hoped it'd be. Paired with brown sugar cinnamon Pop-Tarts and a tall glass of milk, I couldn't ask for more.
Socially speaking, a lot has gone on since my last post. I saw Hairbangers Ball for the second time. Well, "saw" may not be the best word to use. Rather, I experienced Hairbangers Ball for the second time. Observe:
That's Bria on the left. Originally, she wasn't all that excited to go. In fact, the only way I convinced her to go was to cut a deal with her that two days later I would venture back to The Patio with her to see her friend's band, 40% Steve. Not surprisingly, similar results were achieved:
By the end of this particular night, Sheena and I were using our MacGyver-like skills to trick the drive-thru lady of McDonald's into taking our order even though we were clearly on foot. Sheena was also denied in assisting the gentleman in front of us with his order.
Of course, these two pics are simply lone representatives of the chaos that ensued throughout each of the aforementioned evenings. Full album viewings are available on demand on my Webshots space. Experts agree: There is indisputable evidence that I Autobot'ed into Rockstar Scott for the duration of the events.
It's looking like Halloween is gonna be a bust for me this year. Our house is intentionally not throwing a party and I will most likely hafta work both Friday and Saturday nights of the weekend. Not quite sure what my original thinking was in making sure I had the actual Monday of Halloween off. And I was really excited to go as a fully-operational box of Franzia white zin. Shit.
Caitlin just sent me a text message: "The girl-next-to-me's gum smells like Goldschlager. I think I'm gonna puke." College.
- TP
Soon after posting a comment on Ryan's LJ (ardabee) about watching Shawshank Redemption on a lazy afternoon, I did so. As expected, it was everything I hoped it'd be. Paired with brown sugar cinnamon Pop-Tarts and a tall glass of milk, I couldn't ask for more.
Socially speaking, a lot has gone on since my last post. I saw Hairbangers Ball for the second time. Well, "saw" may not be the best word to use. Rather, I experienced Hairbangers Ball for the second time. Observe:
That's Bria on the left. Originally, she wasn't all that excited to go. In fact, the only way I convinced her to go was to cut a deal with her that two days later I would venture back to The Patio with her to see her friend's band, 40% Steve. Not surprisingly, similar results were achieved:
By the end of this particular night, Sheena and I were using our MacGyver-like skills to trick the drive-thru lady of McDonald's into taking our order even though we were clearly on foot. Sheena was also denied in assisting the gentleman in front of us with his order.
Of course, these two pics are simply lone representatives of the chaos that ensued throughout each of the aforementioned evenings. Full album viewings are available on demand on my Webshots space. Experts agree: There is indisputable evidence that I Autobot'ed into Rockstar Scott for the duration of the events.
It's looking like Halloween is gonna be a bust for me this year. Our house is intentionally not throwing a party and I will most likely hafta work both Friday and Saturday nights of the weekend. Not quite sure what my original thinking was in making sure I had the actual Monday of Halloween off. And I was really excited to go as a fully-operational box of Franzia white zin. Shit.
Caitlin just sent me a text message: "The girl-next-to-me's gum smells like Goldschlager. I think I'm gonna puke." College.
- TP