another update filled with monkeys and copping off with girls!
Hey Pork-pie readers, this is an update (it is, too). This week's update will be filled with all sorts of scary crap and you'll probably die from laughter too. hmmm.... lafter. laafter. laufter. lahfter?
Ok. So lots has happened. First off, two of my bestest friends, and one of my friends who isn't bestest only because I don't know him that well, got in a car accident a while ago. You probably already know this, unless you are Sambo, since only 2 or three people peruse my musings on a regular basis. But that's beside the point. It made me more greatful for the friends I have, and also quite happy that they are all alive, also kinda sad for Zach who has a broken back and will now have trouble playing the sax, meaning Sarah will have to pick up the slack. Woah!!! I can rap. About saxaphones at least.
School is over!!! Huzzah. This brings me great joy.
Im am currently participating in a game befittingly named "killer." You send in your name and a headshot, and in return, you get the name and headshot of your target, a person who lives in the same general area and is participating in the game. You must shoot them with a squirt gun or foam dart gun to kill them, then you get your next target. At the same time, someone is hunting you! My target lives all the way out in Liverpool, which means I'm screwed unless I want to spend the entire day hopping centro busses to get there. Jeremy Tanner said he might give me a ride out, but by the time he does, I could be his target. And God help me if Im ever his target. I did get lucky with the name, though. I looked her up on Whitepages.com, and her's is the only family in New York with her last name; and quite a nice name it is, if I may say so... "lovier" (that's French by the way.) Mr. Weaver, my D&D playing English teacher, got all excited when I started talking about it, as he actually ran a tournement of 100+ people back in his college days.
ok... that was the dorkiest paragraph... EVER.
Bleh, my dad is having a Marcellus Librarian's picnic in our backyard right now..... Oh man... there are subs. I think we all know what kind of sub Mrs. Hammondtree will be eating. Im gunna go check... DAMN! She was eating pasta. There is some very good pasta, though. I'm eating a cheese and spinach touralini right now that is to die for. I'm telling ya, Explosion of Flavor. Gunna hafta get the recipe.
We finally decided to put my grad party off for two more weeks, so I can schedule with work. All I really want is an ipod and a couple dvd's. And a dog. *sniff*
And so, as with all good things, this entry comes to an end. I've decided to try updating regularly, hopefully every thursday. Until then, stay classy, New York.
Ok. So lots has happened. First off, two of my bestest friends, and one of my friends who isn't bestest only because I don't know him that well, got in a car accident a while ago. You probably already know this, unless you are Sambo, since only 2 or three people peruse my musings on a regular basis. But that's beside the point. It made me more greatful for the friends I have, and also quite happy that they are all alive, also kinda sad for Zach who has a broken back and will now have trouble playing the sax, meaning Sarah will have to pick up the slack. Woah!!! I can rap. About saxaphones at least.
School is over!!! Huzzah. This brings me great joy.
Im am currently participating in a game befittingly named "killer." You send in your name and a headshot, and in return, you get the name and headshot of your target, a person who lives in the same general area and is participating in the game. You must shoot them with a squirt gun or foam dart gun to kill them, then you get your next target. At the same time, someone is hunting you! My target lives all the way out in Liverpool, which means I'm screwed unless I want to spend the entire day hopping centro busses to get there. Jeremy Tanner said he might give me a ride out, but by the time he does, I could be his target. And God help me if Im ever his target. I did get lucky with the name, though. I looked her up on Whitepages.com, and her's is the only family in New York with her last name; and quite a nice name it is, if I may say so... "lovier" (that's French by the way.) Mr. Weaver, my D&D playing English teacher, got all excited when I started talking about it, as he actually ran a tournement of 100+ people back in his college days.
ok... that was the dorkiest paragraph... EVER.
Bleh, my dad is having a Marcellus Librarian's picnic in our backyard right now..... Oh man... there are subs. I think we all know what kind of sub Mrs. Hammondtree will be eating. Im gunna go check... DAMN! She was eating pasta. There is some very good pasta, though. I'm eating a cheese and spinach touralini right now that is to die for. I'm telling ya, Explosion of Flavor. Gunna hafta get the recipe.
We finally decided to put my grad party off for two more weeks, so I can schedule with work. All I really want is an ipod and a couple dvd's. And a dog. *sniff*
And so, as with all good things, this entry comes to an end. I've decided to try updating regularly, hopefully every thursday. Until then, stay classy, New York.