Today was pretty cool. I actually cleaned up my room (somewhat) so that my clothes aren't all over the place. Shock, Clive tidied up. Then there was John Choi's bday. Happy birthday John. Aren't you glad you only invited 3 guys? Only 48 punches, how's your arm? Let's begin:
Lunch was the most eventful thing today, I think. We scarred 3 lovely innocent minds, Sonny, Steve, and I. Poor John, Andrea and Isa, with our constant talk of soggy fries, soggy muffins, and help from a cinnamon roll. My memorable line of the lunch: Keep your cinnabons to yourself, no one wants any of that sugar. Oh the implications. Other event include my "guarding" Steve's food (AKA eating it as a fee), Sonny's McDonalds' yogurt parfait, and Sonny's questionably retarded...semen. I didn't say that, and moving on...
Dukes of Hazzard was an interesting, yet somewhat pointless film. We got gratuitous 3 minutes each shots of Jessica Simpson in a bathing suit, or otherwise matching bra and panties. I believe we had 3 viewing opportunities. A great 10 minute feat that movie accomplished. Some pastor's daughter she is, last I checked the great book (which was never), lust is a sin. John just HAD to cover his eyes with that Spawn comic. Poor closet pervert, we must break you outta there sometime. And Andrea, you really need to keep your scream down during the previews. Nothing will come out and kill you. Anyhow. The movie was decent, except for the occasional soundlessness. I like the classic DoH more.
Then we went malling. John wanted a PSP game. He's got a hundred bucks. Why not splurge? So we took the long way around the mall to get to GameStop. No seriously, the long way. We we're coming in from Century, and if we had turned left, we would have hit GameStop, but no, we turned right. So what happened? We walked all the way around the mall to get to GameStop. Some stupid idiots we are. But HEY! Josh now works at GS. Congrats, Josh for getting such an awesome job, though don't let your wife take advantage of you every week. It's like she gives you sex, you give her games. That's screwed up. DON'T LET YOUR WIFE (or kid for that matter) TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU IN ANY WAY! Damn... I should stop, I'm killing myself.
Now I'm home. And I'm bored. Though it was all good.
Clive misses his Aibu.
GonE.
And the wind brought Clive @ 9:05 PM
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Thursday, August 18, 2005 |
