0210.6
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WEEKEND UPDATE
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Well, I can’t remember much of what happened at school on Friday, but I do recall some fun lunch antics, like threatening to take the Nazz’s Magic: the Gathering of Dorks cards (I think I’m just gonna those ‘dorkcards’ in this blaugh crap from now on, yeah) into the pouring rain, and almost losing my appetite while discussing the MORON who tries to be the 10th person at our 8 person table– of course, I decided not to lose it, as it was the decent pizza. Yeah. It rained like crazy on Friday, a normal transcanadian cold front plus the remnants of that hurricane. Yeah, and I almost got into a bazillion accidents driving home because the roads were mad slick, as it was the kind of rain that brings all the oil up out of the pavement. WAUGH
So, uh, what’s up with all this doing stuff on weekends, now? I think this is like the fifth weekend in a row where I’ve done a bunch of stuff instead of just lazing around.
I don’t think I did anything Friday night, though. No, wait, I did. The fam went out to one of the decent-quality Italian restaraunts here. Calamari, Wedding Soup, Tortelloni. BAM. And then I slept, or something. Or sat in front of this screwy computer. Yeah.
Come Saturday, I started the process of completely removing all remaining possesions from my old room. I ran across all my shorts from the 01 fashion year. Woo hoo. I always like wearing the longest shorts available, see– this year, from gab/bauer/navy, the longest length was, like, 12 inch inseam. These fools are 22s. So I’ll be rolling the twinkies, cruising on dubs, whatever, because, you know, I can’t loose with 22s, beyotch, that’s what’s up. Oh, and that evening I went to the Paul McCartney concert. Once again, with the fam, because I’m a moralless, soulless human being that cannot be allowed anywhere without strict adult supervision. That rocked so much, second only to perhaps an actual Beatles concert, or like, Elvis, both of which are completely impossible. You know.
On Sontag I did the church thing, ran the sound system, etc. Speaking of which, during the afternoon, we had a ‘training session’ even though the comptent ones of us already know what we’re doing. Went to Sonic for lunch. MMM LIMEADE TASTY. And then from 4-6 German Club had a party at one of the big parks. Of course, neither the Nazz nor Doggamus Maximus actually bothered to attend. I guess me being German Club President isn’t a good enough reason to come, whatever. XD Speaking of the Canine Maximum, we later had an IM conversation about dollar coins that actually would work. They’d of course require central holes like Kroners, and need pictures of Benny Frankie on there so they could be MiniBennies. HOORJ
So, uh, what’s up with all this doing stuff on weekends, now? I think this is like the fifth weekend in a row where I’ve done a bunch of stuff instead of just lazing around.
I don’t think I did anything Friday night, though. No, wait, I did. The fam went out to one of the decent-quality Italian restaraunts here. Calamari, Wedding Soup, Tortelloni. BAM. And then I slept, or something. Or sat in front of this screwy computer. Yeah.
Come Saturday, I started the process of completely removing all remaining possesions from my old room. I ran across all my shorts from the 01 fashion year. Woo hoo. I always like wearing the longest shorts available, see– this year, from gab/bauer/navy, the longest length was, like, 12 inch inseam. These fools are 22s. So I’ll be rolling the twinkies, cruising on dubs, whatever, because, you know, I can’t loose with 22s, beyotch, that’s what’s up. Oh, and that evening I went to the Paul McCartney concert. Once again, with the fam, because I’m a moralless, soulless human being that cannot be allowed anywhere without strict adult supervision. That rocked so much, second only to perhaps an actual Beatles concert, or like, Elvis, both of which are completely impossible. You know.
On Sontag I did the church thing, ran the sound system, etc. Speaking of which, during the afternoon, we had a ‘training session’ even though the comptent ones of us already know what we’re doing. Went to Sonic for lunch. MMM LIMEADE TASTY. And then from 4-6 German Club had a party at one of the big parks. Of course, neither the Nazz nor Doggamus Maximus actually bothered to attend. I guess me being German Club President isn’t a good enough reason to come, whatever. XD Speaking of the Canine Maximum, we later had an IM conversation about dollar coins that actually would work. They’d of course require central holes like Kroners, and need pictures of Benny Frankie on there so they could be MiniBennies. HOORJ
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