Wahoo!
So I'm coming home in like 3 hours. I'm so excited! I'll get to see all my ho's and all my ho's asses. How do you pluralize and give ownership to "ho's?" Ho's'? That just looks weird. I'm being random. Anyway, Yay! Today! Houston! Things I love! Yesterday I called my mom and begged for steak. Nothing in the world is as good as my parents' steak and potatoes. Tastes like home. Haha I've only been in San Antonio for two weeks, and yet it feels like forever. Like Morgan Freeman says in The Shawshank Redemption, "I guess I just miss my friend[s]." I'm looking forward to a weekend of partying it up HOUSTON STYLE, REPRESENT BITCHES.
Speaking of partying it up, last night my neighbors and I decided to have an "Everyone fucking left San Antonio for the weekend" drinking fest, which was appropriate since I also just finished my online AlcoholEdu course and passed with a 98%. Sierra and the Swedish guy, Johan, made jello shots which I still stand by my claim that those fuckers really sneak up on a person. Between four people, we finished a whole package of jello shots and the vodka that accompanied. We played this drinking game called "Yahoo" where numbers are replaced with goofy words and when someone inevitably screws up, everyone takes a drink. We walked to this Frat party at the houses next to The Oaks and left because the cops came. No MIP's here man. So somewhere in between all that I held one of the nerdiest conversations ever. Johan and I discussed why America should just switch over to the SI system because fucking Farenheit is a stupid bitch that makes no sense. Duh, Celsius is so simple. 0 is freezing, 100 is boiling. What the fuck is Farenheit trying to prove? Anyway, we went on and on like that for a while, and then I asked Johan to speak Swedish to me. Swedish is cool; I've never heard it before. It's so melodic and airy. Then I became angry at how Americans speak English and how it just sounds like talking, not all song-like and pretty. Then Johan tried to teach me the alphabet, but because I was drunk I totally forgot everything. I remember it was pretty cool, though. I love talking to foreign people and learning about where they live and what cultures they live by. Also, it helps that he was frickin' adorable. Frickin' adorable is always good.
So now I'm waiting for my sister to hurry up and get here so I can throw my giant sack of dirty clothes in her car and devour Snicker's Ice Cream with her and leave and study my Sociology on the way to H-TIZZLE FOR RIZZLE WHERE I'M GOING TO PARTIZZLE. Hell yeaw.
Speaking of partying it up, last night my neighbors and I decided to have an "Everyone fucking left San Antonio for the weekend" drinking fest, which was appropriate since I also just finished my online AlcoholEdu course and passed with a 98%. Sierra and the Swedish guy, Johan, made jello shots which I still stand by my claim that those fuckers really sneak up on a person. Between four people, we finished a whole package of jello shots and the vodka that accompanied. We played this drinking game called "Yahoo" where numbers are replaced with goofy words and when someone inevitably screws up, everyone takes a drink. We walked to this Frat party at the houses next to The Oaks and left because the cops came. No MIP's here man. So somewhere in between all that I held one of the nerdiest conversations ever. Johan and I discussed why America should just switch over to the SI system because fucking Farenheit is a stupid bitch that makes no sense. Duh, Celsius is so simple. 0 is freezing, 100 is boiling. What the fuck is Farenheit trying to prove? Anyway, we went on and on like that for a while, and then I asked Johan to speak Swedish to me. Swedish is cool; I've never heard it before. It's so melodic and airy. Then I became angry at how Americans speak English and how it just sounds like talking, not all song-like and pretty. Then Johan tried to teach me the alphabet, but because I was drunk I totally forgot everything. I remember it was pretty cool, though. I love talking to foreign people and learning about where they live and what cultures they live by. Also, it helps that he was frickin' adorable. Frickin' adorable is always good.
So now I'm waiting for my sister to hurry up and get here so I can throw my giant sack of dirty clothes in her car and devour Snicker's Ice Cream with her and leave and study my Sociology on the way to H-TIZZLE FOR RIZZLE WHERE I'M GOING TO PARTIZZLE. Hell yeaw.