So...today was an interesting day. I might as well recount the general events as that there's nothing of particular rock-out-funniness.
I woke up at 12 noon, celebrating my month of sleeping late before I have to get up at 2 AM every morning and run 3 miles. Went to work, dropped off my uniform, talked to Danny and Jon for half an hour.
And then...Jon and I went to the mall, and I ran into Liz, and she gave me a Liz hug, which is probably almost as awesome as a Mikey hug...but I wouldn't know-Mikey has the blackness of a serpents heart with me when it comes to anything that could be remotely construed as homoeroticism. Of course, the Liz hug certainly couldn't beat a Kildoo hug, which has like...the power of 10,000 dragons. Nice dragons.
Jon and I drove back to Chik Fila and parted ways.
Then I stopped by to see my friends Amanda and Marcela at their Spartan Place apartment...the same apartment that Heather and Kelly had last year.
Well...dropped by campus, and I thought the eyes of non-chalant hate were beaming into my skull, cause I had the ill-fortune of running into the one guy who irrationally hates me for no reason. So...a very awkward handslap was exchanged between me and Mr. Ten Year Senior. I started to get in a bad mood but then I ran into the best combination of people I could see at that moment, which was Christie Ray, Zoe, Laura and Daniel. And life was good.
Then I got to see Emily G. and Connie, and my day of cameos and guest appearances was complete.
So, yeah, my day was awesome. It was like a real life version of some deleted scene in a nostalgic-feel-good-about-the-younger-days kind of movie.
The only thing that could have made it better was John Gregory jumping out of some bush and saying "BAM!"
I could only feel good knowing it was him that said it. Thus I will be looking forward to next weekend, when...John rocks this hizzouse. Oh yes. This hizzouse.
Sidenote:
You're all invited to my house Friday the 12th. Around 6-ish. I will get directions to anyone who contacts me. It will be fun, food, games, etc, etc. Five kinds of crazy. Or three. But more kinds of crazy if you (that means you!) come. And John will be there. Wearing a wig and loin cloth. Or...at least a hoodie.
I woke up at 12 noon, celebrating my month of sleeping late before I have to get up at 2 AM every morning and run 3 miles. Went to work, dropped off my uniform, talked to Danny and Jon for half an hour.
And then...Jon and I went to the mall, and I ran into Liz, and she gave me a Liz hug, which is probably almost as awesome as a Mikey hug...but I wouldn't know-Mikey has the blackness of a serpents heart with me when it comes to anything that could be remotely construed as homoeroticism. Of course, the Liz hug certainly couldn't beat a Kildoo hug, which has like...the power of 10,000 dragons. Nice dragons.
Jon and I drove back to Chik Fila and parted ways.
Then I stopped by to see my friends Amanda and Marcela at their Spartan Place apartment...the same apartment that Heather and Kelly had last year.
Well...dropped by campus, and I thought the eyes of non-chalant hate were beaming into my skull, cause I had the ill-fortune of running into the one guy who irrationally hates me for no reason. So...a very awkward handslap was exchanged between me and Mr. Ten Year Senior. I started to get in a bad mood but then I ran into the best combination of people I could see at that moment, which was Christie Ray, Zoe, Laura and Daniel. And life was good.
Then I got to see Emily G. and Connie, and my day of cameos and guest appearances was complete.
So, yeah, my day was awesome. It was like a real life version of some deleted scene in a nostalgic-feel-good-about-the-younger-days kind of movie.
The only thing that could have made it better was John Gregory jumping out of some bush and saying "BAM!"
I could only feel good knowing it was him that said it. Thus I will be looking forward to next weekend, when...John rocks this hizzouse. Oh yes. This hizzouse.
Sidenote:
You're all invited to my house Friday the 12th. Around 6-ish. I will get directions to anyone who contacts me. It will be fun, food, games, etc, etc. Five kinds of crazy. Or three. But more kinds of crazy if you (that means you!) come. And John will be there. Wearing a wig and loin cloth. Or...at least a hoodie.
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