I update this too much
My life really hasn't gotten anymore interesting but for some reason i've been writing in this more. I guess it's not too bad of a vice to have, at least i don't do heroin or have unprotected sex with multiple partners.
Yesterday was pretty entertaining. Thomas and i rode around in his '85 trans am and listned to RUSH and MOLLY HATCHET and dropped off hispanic newspapers to the 2 mexican restaurants in town. Then we watched nascar with his dad and ate burgers, which was the most boring thing i have ever experienced in my entire life (the nascar, not the burgers).
Then we went to kyle's house since he was home from clemson. Kyle's house is the oldest house in orangeburg and one of the oldest houses in SC (no really, it's history books and such). I felt like i was in colonial williamsburg or something. A long time ago a woman who owned the house was murdered WITH AN AX by the gardner and there is a stain under their living room rug where she was killed. I asked kyle if her wretched soul still haunts the mansion and he said he would check for me. Neat right?
Kyle's parents are really funny and don't really feel like parents and all, his mom was going through records with me and saying things like "man, cat stevens, i remember listening to him, sneaking cigarettes and getting high".
Then out of boredom we drove to dairy-o to get milkshakes which apparently is a landmark in orangeburg, which really isn't saying much. It was amazingly ghetto and i think i saw a girl who was 12 and pregnant with twins.
The best part of the night however was when we stopped by the local music shop and saw some people who graduated with thomas. To my delight they were extremely country and white trash and said things like "man, right now the band's just starting, so we're just covering some basics, PUDDLE OF MUD, NICKELBACK, and man o' man we're going to do a balls to the walls cover of free bird". After trying not to laugh for 1/2 an hour we drove home and listened to country legends since there wasn't anything better on the radio.
EDIT!: I totally lied about the best part of the night. At around 2 in the morning a drunk greg williams called me and told me about his drunk adventures that night. It involved fooling girls into thinking he had a prosthetic leg so they would buy him dinner, spraying mace in a house, having frat boys threaten to murder him and chase him out of a party, then calling the cops on said frat boys and watching them get arrested. Amazing.
Yesterday was pretty entertaining. Thomas and i rode around in his '85 trans am and listned to RUSH and MOLLY HATCHET and dropped off hispanic newspapers to the 2 mexican restaurants in town. Then we watched nascar with his dad and ate burgers, which was the most boring thing i have ever experienced in my entire life (the nascar, not the burgers).
Then we went to kyle's house since he was home from clemson. Kyle's house is the oldest house in orangeburg and one of the oldest houses in SC (no really, it's history books and such). I felt like i was in colonial williamsburg or something. A long time ago a woman who owned the house was murdered WITH AN AX by the gardner and there is a stain under their living room rug where she was killed. I asked kyle if her wretched soul still haunts the mansion and he said he would check for me. Neat right?
Kyle's parents are really funny and don't really feel like parents and all, his mom was going through records with me and saying things like "man, cat stevens, i remember listening to him, sneaking cigarettes and getting high".
Then out of boredom we drove to dairy-o to get milkshakes which apparently is a landmark in orangeburg, which really isn't saying much. It was amazingly ghetto and i think i saw a girl who was 12 and pregnant with twins.
The best part of the night however was when we stopped by the local music shop and saw some people who graduated with thomas. To my delight they were extremely country and white trash and said things like "man, right now the band's just starting, so we're just covering some basics, PUDDLE OF MUD, NICKELBACK, and man o' man we're going to do a balls to the walls cover of free bird". After trying not to laugh for 1/2 an hour we drove home and listened to country legends since there wasn't anything better on the radio.
EDIT!: I totally lied about the best part of the night. At around 2 in the morning a drunk greg williams called me and told me about his drunk adventures that night. It involved fooling girls into thinking he had a prosthetic leg so they would buy him dinner, spraying mace in a house, having frat boys threaten to murder him and chase him out of a party, then calling the cops on said frat boys and watching them get arrested. Amazing.