To make a long story short (not really)...
I started FALL SEMESTER 2004 on Tuesday with mixed feelings - although I love eavesdropping and school seems to be a prime center for that, I also have a lot of work to do and am faced with the often daunting task of having to constantly produce new ideas which for a lazy person like myself is hellish. Actually, my biggest problem with a brain storm is that often in school you also have to follow certain guidlines, but this semester I don't have any, so I guess I should shut the fuck up already about it.
On Tuesday, I was eating my lunch outside when I heard, "Uh, hey, do you want to go to Monster Magnet with me?" Since the person was sitting next to me, I half assumed he was talking to me. I turned to confirm that this question was being directed at me, but sadly, the dude was on his cell phone. HOW COULD HE NOT ASK ME TO MONSTER MAGNET? Jackass.
After finishing my lunch, I walked to class and while passing an outside patio area that is about ten feet off the ground, I saw a boy admiringly take in the sights of the first day of back to school. If that wasn't enough, he completed the moment with saying, "Ah. Nothing has changed, my friend." There was no one standing near him, so I pretended that he was talking to me and shook my head in agreement.
Not but two steps further and I heard a threesome of boys in front of me explaining to each other that "JUSTICE HAS NOT BEEN SERVED" and "Oh, WE'LL SERVE THEM THEIR JUSTICE." I couldn't figure out who they were talking about. I love when justice is served.
Later that day, my brother had offered to pay me $25 to clean his room and all I would basically have to do is vacuum, change his sheets and dust which I thought for that much money would be an easy task. However, knowing my brother, I should have known better. The only problem I faced was changing the sheets. He told me he hadn't changed them in months! I tried to scare him into being cleaner, but my efforts were thwarted by his rock solid case of, "Don't worry about me, bud." At dinner, I tried once again, but this time in front of my mom who I knew would be able to catch on and help me out even if it meant both of us lying. She told him that he could get crabs which I backed up with, "Yeah! You would have to use that little comb." My mom jumped in again with, "Actually, you'd probably have to shave. Talk about a bald head." David, blushing and half believing us, retreated to his room and yelled up the stairs that we were both fucking crazy.
On Tuesday, I was eating my lunch outside when I heard, "Uh, hey, do you want to go to Monster Magnet with me?" Since the person was sitting next to me, I half assumed he was talking to me. I turned to confirm that this question was being directed at me, but sadly, the dude was on his cell phone. HOW COULD HE NOT ASK ME TO MONSTER MAGNET? Jackass.
After finishing my lunch, I walked to class and while passing an outside patio area that is about ten feet off the ground, I saw a boy admiringly take in the sights of the first day of back to school. If that wasn't enough, he completed the moment with saying, "Ah. Nothing has changed, my friend." There was no one standing near him, so I pretended that he was talking to me and shook my head in agreement.
Not but two steps further and I heard a threesome of boys in front of me explaining to each other that "JUSTICE HAS NOT BEEN SERVED" and "Oh, WE'LL SERVE THEM THEIR JUSTICE." I couldn't figure out who they were talking about. I love when justice is served.
Later that day, my brother had offered to pay me $25 to clean his room and all I would basically have to do is vacuum, change his sheets and dust which I thought for that much money would be an easy task. However, knowing my brother, I should have known better. The only problem I faced was changing the sheets. He told me he hadn't changed them in months! I tried to scare him into being cleaner, but my efforts were thwarted by his rock solid case of, "Don't worry about me, bud." At dinner, I tried once again, but this time in front of my mom who I knew would be able to catch on and help me out even if it meant both of us lying. She told him that he could get crabs which I backed up with, "Yeah! You would have to use that little comb." My mom jumped in again with, "Actually, you'd probably have to shave. Talk about a bald head." David, blushing and half believing us, retreated to his room and yelled up the stairs that we were both fucking crazy.