0405.10
01:34:22
WEEKEND UPDATE
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Hah, it’s been a while since I wrote one of these! Well, God rest ye merry ladies and gentlemen whilst I recount a highly-censored, selectively-remembered tale of my weekend, tailored to suit my own personal agenda of self-propaganda. Then again, you’re the one that came to my website, the exclusive territorial zone of my personal self-indulgence. Tee-hee.
So, am Freitagnachmittag I set up Dusty to go camping outside Little Rock (quality Coleman tall sleeping bag, camping sleeping pad, facetious insinuations), and half-napped, half-caroused with Shaner all afternoon in his room. It was almost all napping and no carousing, since those boxsprings under Dusty’s bed make it sooo comfortable. Ah, man.
I ended up in the caf with Aaron sometime Freitagabend, though I can’t recall the time. Ate a little with with the dude, went for some more beverage and thoroughly lost track of him. Just so happened to get in a conversation with a few girl freshmen Honors Scholars, and sat around with them in the caf for a while. Turns out it was Aleah’s birthday, or so they said. Happy Birthday! Or something. Anyhow, ended up in the stupid center with them, hung there for a while, huing in the macintyeer for a while, then that coffee joint up the road whose name I always forget, and then in the hotel lobby until midnightish.
It’s honestly been a while since I was around intelligent conversationalists for that significant amount of time, and it was most excellent. Though, I hadn’t washed my hair in a few days (stupid 6′ shower head height), so I’m sure I looked like an idiot. Whatever. Got some funny quotes, heard significant and hillarious bashing of everybody’s favorite overachieving vaguely lecherous honors scholar whose surname begins with a K, and found out that there is another person on this planet who is a big fan of the word pants (Oh my somethingorother! Score!). I’m telling you, it was quality.
Saturday– still off the heezy for sheezy, you can find me up in One-tweezy!
–Jermaine Dupri, “Welcome to Atlanta (Remix)”
Although I did not partake of the party in any Atlantan numerically-named hip-hop night clubs, I must say that, even still, Samstag was off the heezy for sheezy. Woke up noonish, putzed around on the net for a while– putzed around all day, actually. I can’t honestly remember what I did on Saturday. I’m sure it was a Samstag of Duprical Proportions, though. Probably involved hanging out in Dusty and Aaron’s, yeah. XD XD XD XD
Sunday was meh. Went to church with Dusty and Ye Megs, ended up eating lunch in The Caf through machination too twisted and vile to recount, watch the Cubs beat the Rockies in thirteen(!) innings all afternoon, caffed it up again for dinner, and hung out some more. Actually, the good parts of Sunday were pretty dang boring– except for the Cubbies. That was pretty intense, as far as watching baseball on TV goes.
That’s about it– I have a final 8 AM tomorrow, so I need to go to bed soon.
On a side note, eventhough I already told her, if you’re reading this, Mom, Happy Mother’s Day thirty-odd minutes ago.
On another side note, I think I have no less than four different versions of John Mayer performing “Clarity” now. OH MY SOMETHINGOROTHER. This guy is a freaking musical genius, or something. Cue horns, refrain.
Finally, I updated the MEGA MEMPHIS EXPLOSION (it’s now the NEUTRON BOMB MIX), and noticed that IE doesn’t like my image-align attribute tags, so it just doesn’t show the images at all. Well, screw you too, IE! Call the cops.
Also, pants.
So, am Freitagnachmittag I set up Dusty to go camping outside Little Rock (quality Coleman tall sleeping bag, camping sleeping pad, facetious insinuations), and half-napped, half-caroused with Shaner all afternoon in his room. It was almost all napping and no carousing, since those boxsprings under Dusty’s bed make it sooo comfortable. Ah, man.
I ended up in the caf with Aaron sometime Freitagabend, though I can’t recall the time. Ate a little with with the dude, went for some more beverage and thoroughly lost track of him. Just so happened to get in a conversation with a few girl freshmen Honors Scholars, and sat around with them in the caf for a while. Turns out it was Aleah’s birthday, or so they said. Happy Birthday! Or something. Anyhow, ended up in the stupid center with them, hung there for a while, huing in the macintyeer for a while, then that coffee joint up the road whose name I always forget, and then in the hotel lobby until midnightish.
It’s honestly been a while since I was around intelligent conversationalists for that significant amount of time, and it was most excellent. Though, I hadn’t washed my hair in a few days (stupid 6′ shower head height), so I’m sure I looked like an idiot. Whatever. Got some funny quotes, heard significant and hillarious bashing of everybody’s favorite overachieving vaguely lecherous honors scholar whose surname begins with a K, and found out that there is another person on this planet who is a big fan of the word pants (Oh my somethingorother! Score!). I’m telling you, it was quality.
Saturday– still off the heezy for sheezy, you can find me up in One-tweezy!
–Jermaine Dupri, “Welcome to Atlanta (Remix)”
Although I did not partake of the party in any Atlantan numerically-named hip-hop night clubs, I must say that, even still, Samstag was off the heezy for sheezy. Woke up noonish, putzed around on the net for a while– putzed around all day, actually. I can’t honestly remember what I did on Saturday. I’m sure it was a Samstag of Duprical Proportions, though. Probably involved hanging out in Dusty and Aaron’s, yeah. XD XD XD XD
Sunday was meh. Went to church with Dusty and Ye Megs, ended up eating lunch in The Caf through machination too twisted and vile to recount, watch the Cubs beat the Rockies in thirteen(!) innings all afternoon, caffed it up again for dinner, and hung out some more. Actually, the good parts of Sunday were pretty dang boring– except for the Cubbies. That was pretty intense, as far as watching baseball on TV goes.
That’s about it– I have a final 8 AM tomorrow, so I need to go to bed soon.
On a side note, eventhough I already told her, if you’re reading this, Mom, Happy Mother’s Day thirty-odd minutes ago.
On another side note, I think I have no less than four different versions of John Mayer performing “Clarity” now. OH MY SOMETHINGOROTHER. This guy is a freaking musical genius, or something. Cue horns, refrain.
Finally, I updated the MEGA MEMPHIS EXPLOSION (it’s now the NEUTRON BOMB MIX), and noticed that IE doesn’t like my image-align attribute tags, so it just doesn’t show the images at all. Well, screw you too, IE! Call the cops.
Also, pants.
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