partay at my house
Friday night was awesome! I randomly bought a PS2 and some awesome games. Dimitry also lent me a bunch of games and a memory card, too.
Yeah, so we went to Shaw's and bought some soda, gatorade, orange juice. Then, it was party time. My friend Greg gave me several bottles of various booze when he moved to RI. I was somewhat reluctant to take them, as I barely ever drink, but I didn't want them to go to waste. Greg doesn't drink at all, so he didn't need them.
We were all playing the PS2 and surfing the internats. Um, again, as I didn't have to drive anywhere and that I hadn't been certifiably-wasted since last summer (me at Andrea's experiment was probably just very buzzed/intoxicated), I drank the most. I just realized that I forgot to mention that Dimitry and Vadim were over. There.
You know, we acted like typical jackasses under the influence. Throughout the night, I had about 4 shots of vodka, several shots of Captain Morgan, and several shots of Irish Mist. Keep in mind that I'm very light so that amount got me quite clobbered. I was rolling around on the ground in laughter, I couldn't operate the tv, couldn't really do much of anything except act like an ass. We took pictures, too. I said a lot of things that I probably shouldn't have said, as in personal information. Dimitry, keep quiet about that story! Evidently I kept repeating myself a gazillion times. Also, Dimitry is a tank in terms of holding his liquor.
At like 1 o clock, the dynamic duo left. Oh, yeah, before they also helped me put the pics on webshots cuz I was too damn drunk to do it right. Most of the titles on hte pictures make no sense because I wrote them while mashed. I fell alseep INSTANTLY.
Ok, this is where it gets REALLY weird. I woke up in the morning to find myself completely naked. I tried to find where my boxers went, only to realize that they were lying by the door to my room. So I walk over to pick them up, only to find that they are COMPLETELY soaked. I checked my sheets, I didn't pee in my sleep, or a nything. And I must have accidentally taken them off while stumbling to bed, which leave us with this question: How did they get wet by themselves during the night?
So I'm awake with only a mild-hangover, which is pretty sweet. I'm slicing bagels for breakfast...then the knife slips and totally cuts deep into my left fore-finger. DAAAAAAMMMN. I'm bleeding like crazy. My dad gets some vodka to rinse out the cut. It stings like a bitch. Then, I feel all cloudy and nearly faint. This is because I hit some nerves in my finger. I almost vomit several times. Then after like an hour, I go to work with my parents not suspecting a thing. I put a metal cast on the finger, I wear it all the time now, except right now, because it's impossible to type with it.
I was talking to Hagit while wearing it, and, boy, it didn't work out too well. I dunno if she fully understood what I was writing.
This brings me to my next point. This year has totally become the Year of the Slacker...forget the Year of the Rooster. The slackers got into colleges as good as, or better than, all of the snobby and conceited over-achievers. Excluding non-snobs Nimit, Erica, and Joo. I mean, look at Dimitry, he got accepted to Carnegie Mellon's Tepper school of business and their amazingt comp-sci program. All of the overachievers will work for him in 10 years. And he is the epitome of the slacker.
Ok, tomorrow is mother's day and I bought my mom a nice 20 dollar flower arrangement. Peace.
Oh yeah, and bringing Gleb's guitar to school yesterday was a mistake. I sounded like crap on it because the thing just wouldn't stay in tune and all of the fret arrangements are different on it.
No school monday!
http://community.webshots.com/album/339835826yvpQos
pics.
Yeah, so we went to Shaw's and bought some soda, gatorade, orange juice. Then, it was party time. My friend Greg gave me several bottles of various booze when he moved to RI. I was somewhat reluctant to take them, as I barely ever drink, but I didn't want them to go to waste. Greg doesn't drink at all, so he didn't need them.
We were all playing the PS2 and surfing the internats. Um, again, as I didn't have to drive anywhere and that I hadn't been certifiably-wasted since last summer (me at Andrea's experiment was probably just very buzzed/intoxicated), I drank the most. I just realized that I forgot to mention that Dimitry and Vadim were over. There.
You know, we acted like typical jackasses under the influence. Throughout the night, I had about 4 shots of vodka, several shots of Captain Morgan, and several shots of Irish Mist. Keep in mind that I'm very light so that amount got me quite clobbered. I was rolling around on the ground in laughter, I couldn't operate the tv, couldn't really do much of anything except act like an ass. We took pictures, too. I said a lot of things that I probably shouldn't have said, as in personal information. Dimitry, keep quiet about that story! Evidently I kept repeating myself a gazillion times. Also, Dimitry is a tank in terms of holding his liquor.
At like 1 o clock, the dynamic duo left. Oh, yeah, before they also helped me put the pics on webshots cuz I was too damn drunk to do it right. Most of the titles on hte pictures make no sense because I wrote them while mashed. I fell alseep INSTANTLY.
Ok, this is where it gets REALLY weird. I woke up in the morning to find myself completely naked. I tried to find where my boxers went, only to realize that they were lying by the door to my room. So I walk over to pick them up, only to find that they are COMPLETELY soaked. I checked my sheets, I didn't pee in my sleep, or a nything. And I must have accidentally taken them off while stumbling to bed, which leave us with this question: How did they get wet by themselves during the night?
So I'm awake with only a mild-hangover, which is pretty sweet. I'm slicing bagels for breakfast...then the knife slips and totally cuts deep into my left fore-finger. DAAAAAAMMMN. I'm bleeding like crazy. My dad gets some vodka to rinse out the cut. It stings like a bitch. Then, I feel all cloudy and nearly faint. This is because I hit some nerves in my finger. I almost vomit several times. Then after like an hour, I go to work with my parents not suspecting a thing. I put a metal cast on the finger, I wear it all the time now, except right now, because it's impossible to type with it.
I was talking to Hagit while wearing it, and, boy, it didn't work out too well. I dunno if she fully understood what I was writing.
This brings me to my next point. This year has totally become the Year of the Slacker...forget the Year of the Rooster. The slackers got into colleges as good as, or better than, all of the snobby and conceited over-achievers. Excluding non-snobs Nimit, Erica, and Joo. I mean, look at Dimitry, he got accepted to Carnegie Mellon's Tepper school of business and their amazingt comp-sci program. All of the overachievers will work for him in 10 years. And he is the epitome of the slacker.
Ok, tomorrow is mother's day and I bought my mom a nice 20 dollar flower arrangement. Peace.
Oh yeah, and bringing Gleb's guitar to school yesterday was a mistake. I sounded like crap on it because the thing just wouldn't stay in tune and all of the fret arrangements are different on it.
No school monday!
http://community.webshots.com/album/339835826yvpQos
pics.