My weekend, by Aladdin
It's hard for me, even while grounded, to not have an eventful weekend.
Nick and Eric made Friday one of the crazier nights I've had in a while (that I can remember, anyway)... well, Nick and Xavier and I hung out in my room, unsure how the night would turn out, because we weren't sure if Mom would turn out Nick; Eric called, told us he was coming, and we ordered Indian after he gave us his order. Twenty odd minutes later, two lamb saags, rice, naan and a pizza. I don't know why we decided we needed that much food. Regardless... actually, I don't know how this came about, but it was suggested, then dared upon me to put a slice of pizza down my pants. Everyone looked away to avoid the sight, but they took pictures to ensure it happened. It did. Then I was dared to eat it; at this point, I switched pieces and ate that one. Only Nick did not notice the switch, and the joke was on him for an hour or so, as we kept suggesting he eat the last slice, because, after all, he bought it. We ended up wrapping it in tin foil and leaving it for Luke.
The next few hours consisted of us setting up in the basement for a film project; we weren't entirely sure what the project was, but it consisted of a lot of candles (a ridiculous amount), a boogie board, a giant pair of scissors, an auger, and other various instruments of comedy. The first time around, we tried mildly scripted (and by that, I mean we decided what to say before each shot) comedy, and well, we failed. I rewound the tape, and we turned it into instant improv... I'm not even going to try and explain what happened on that tape. Nor will I show you pictures. Because I don't have any. But you can watch the tape, if it's ever released to the world. It will be, though. Seriously, it's insane.
Then we all decided to take a bath. But first we went outside in very few articles of clothing, because, for some reason, it was really warm. Then back inside, and, well, the pictures say it better than I ever can.
Saturday, Sally and Ben G came over and we watched the Texas Chainsaw Massacre (the original). Also, I was supposed to be watching Annali, but Ben watched her instead, which was quite gentlemanly of him. Later that night, Xavier and I pulled internet pranks with John's password... we asked out about 40 or so people on John's account, and amazingly enough, they were almost all positive responses. Even people he doesn't know. "Year, ur cute whats ur sn?" typical response. Also, I filled his page with some of the nastiest god damn porn in the world, and photoshopped his picture.
If you look closely, you can see blue writing. I did not add that, it was on the original image. I can't figure out what it says.
Anyway, that was Saturday (we were fucking with John's shit for hours). Also, a run to 7-11 for slurpees in the bitter, bitter cold windy night.
And then came Sunday, which consisted of nothing, nothing, nap, nothing, filming. Filming was great! My mother beat the shit out of Lachance, and then all sorts of wacky shit happened, and everything was cool. Afterwards, we all watched blackface comedy and drank lemonade! Actually, we didn't have any lemonade.
That was my weekend, essentially. Now I'm going to work! Visit me. I'm right in Towson! Right in the Sheraton! Gimme a call!
Nick and Eric made Friday one of the crazier nights I've had in a while (that I can remember, anyway)... well, Nick and Xavier and I hung out in my room, unsure how the night would turn out, because we weren't sure if Mom would turn out Nick; Eric called, told us he was coming, and we ordered Indian after he gave us his order. Twenty odd minutes later, two lamb saags, rice, naan and a pizza. I don't know why we decided we needed that much food. Regardless... actually, I don't know how this came about, but it was suggested, then dared upon me to put a slice of pizza down my pants. Everyone looked away to avoid the sight, but they took pictures to ensure it happened. It did. Then I was dared to eat it; at this point, I switched pieces and ate that one. Only Nick did not notice the switch, and the joke was on him for an hour or so, as we kept suggesting he eat the last slice, because, after all, he bought it. We ended up wrapping it in tin foil and leaving it for Luke.
The next few hours consisted of us setting up in the basement for a film project; we weren't entirely sure what the project was, but it consisted of a lot of candles (a ridiculous amount), a boogie board, a giant pair of scissors, an auger, and other various instruments of comedy. The first time around, we tried mildly scripted (and by that, I mean we decided what to say before each shot) comedy, and well, we failed. I rewound the tape, and we turned it into instant improv... I'm not even going to try and explain what happened on that tape. Nor will I show you pictures. Because I don't have any. But you can watch the tape, if it's ever released to the world. It will be, though. Seriously, it's insane.
Then we all decided to take a bath. But first we went outside in very few articles of clothing, because, for some reason, it was really warm. Then back inside, and, well, the pictures say it better than I ever can.
Saturday, Sally and Ben G came over and we watched the Texas Chainsaw Massacre (the original). Also, I was supposed to be watching Annali, but Ben watched her instead, which was quite gentlemanly of him. Later that night, Xavier and I pulled internet pranks with John's password... we asked out about 40 or so people on John's account, and amazingly enough, they were almost all positive responses. Even people he doesn't know. "Year, ur cute whats ur sn?" typical response. Also, I filled his page with some of the nastiest god damn porn in the world, and photoshopped his picture.
If you look closely, you can see blue writing. I did not add that, it was on the original image. I can't figure out what it says.
Anyway, that was Saturday (we were fucking with John's shit for hours). Also, a run to 7-11 for slurpees in the bitter, bitter cold windy night.
And then came Sunday, which consisted of nothing, nothing, nap, nothing, filming. Filming was great! My mother beat the shit out of Lachance, and then all sorts of wacky shit happened, and everything was cool. Afterwards, we all watched blackface comedy and drank lemonade! Actually, we didn't have any lemonade.
That was my weekend, essentially. Now I'm going to work! Visit me. I'm right in Towson! Right in the Sheraton! Gimme a call!