Long time no see, mister man!
Wow. i am really fucking bored right now. i am suffering from SSAD, which stands for Seasonal/Sunday Affective Disorder. Feeling a bit depressed because the weather sucks, today is Sunday, and i have school tomorrow.
So. this week was really fucking fucked up. i know-it wasn't just "fucked up", or even "fucking fucked up." it was "REALLY fucking fucked up." i would love to recap the events, but i would have to go against my steadfast morals and gossip a little bit- and no one likes a gossiper.
what the fuck. i'll say what happened anyway. instead of using names, i'll use initials. for instance "OD" would stand for "Oliver Davies", "BG" would stand for Bianca Gersten"...wait a moment. that might be a bit a bit to easy. i'll just stick to first letters of names...so "B", could stand for a multitude of names like Bianca, or Bookie, or Bonkie, etc.
So. here we go.
Anywhoo, on friday, a whole bunch of people decided to go Sake Bombing. S and me ordered "Tokyo Summer Love Special" and i ate different people's food (and by food, i really mean "cooch), mooching off them like the cheap chinaman that i am. Everyone else pretty much got plastered off of Sake Bombing, but after S and me finished our drinks, we went to the CoOp party in Morse. the dance was a bit draggy, but we snuck in for free, so we left the party to find out that B and everyone else was doing. apparently, they were on their way to the CoOp dance, too.
long story short, we went back to the CoOp dance, i got really sick and puked nearly 4 times. i would puke, and for the 5 minutes i didn't feel sick, i would go back to the dance, dance a bit more, and then sleep in the corner until i felt like puking again. sounds glamourous, doesn't it? so i ended up falling asleep wearing some random person's Yale sweater. the girl who owned the sweater woke me up, looked at me funny, and asked for her sweater back. when she asked, i screamed "HELL NO BITCH!"...actually, i didn't. i just gave her her sweater and went back to sleep. so i ran outside, puked some more, and came back in and slept...until N woke me up around 1 to tell me everyone was leaving. as we left, i puked again. when we got to S's room, i make out with the "Porcelain Princess" (aka the toilet bowl) and puked more. S and C decided to take me to DUH.
S called 777-7777 and asked for a taxi cab. here is a reinactment of what happened:
S: Hi can i get a can for Phelps Gate, Old Campus
Bitch: thats two places, which one is it?
S: Phelps Gate.
Bitch: where to?
S: DUH- department of Undergraduate Health
Bitch: where the HELL is that?
To which S bitched out the Bitch on the other line for her attitude, and the Bitch hung up. S and C ended up walking me to DUH. i got to DUH, made out with all the doctors and nurses, the doctor gave me a suppository...well, he didn't...i just made that up to sound funny.
came back to my room, and slept! yeah!!
SATURDAY:
shit. there's too much shit to write about it. i'll talk about it later...
So. this week was really fucking fucked up. i know-it wasn't just "fucked up", or even "fucking fucked up." it was "REALLY fucking fucked up." i would love to recap the events, but i would have to go against my steadfast morals and gossip a little bit- and no one likes a gossiper.
what the fuck. i'll say what happened anyway. instead of using names, i'll use initials. for instance "OD" would stand for "Oliver Davies", "BG" would stand for Bianca Gersten"...wait a moment. that might be a bit a bit to easy. i'll just stick to first letters of names...so "B", could stand for a multitude of names like Bianca, or Bookie, or Bonkie, etc.
So. here we go.
Anywhoo, on friday, a whole bunch of people decided to go Sake Bombing. S and me ordered "Tokyo Summer Love Special" and i ate different people's food (and by food, i really mean "cooch), mooching off them like the cheap chinaman that i am. Everyone else pretty much got plastered off of Sake Bombing, but after S and me finished our drinks, we went to the CoOp party in Morse. the dance was a bit draggy, but we snuck in for free, so we left the party to find out that B and everyone else was doing. apparently, they were on their way to the CoOp dance, too.
long story short, we went back to the CoOp dance, i got really sick and puked nearly 4 times. i would puke, and for the 5 minutes i didn't feel sick, i would go back to the dance, dance a bit more, and then sleep in the corner until i felt like puking again. sounds glamourous, doesn't it? so i ended up falling asleep wearing some random person's Yale sweater. the girl who owned the sweater woke me up, looked at me funny, and asked for her sweater back. when she asked, i screamed "HELL NO BITCH!"...actually, i didn't. i just gave her her sweater and went back to sleep. so i ran outside, puked some more, and came back in and slept...until N woke me up around 1 to tell me everyone was leaving. as we left, i puked again. when we got to S's room, i make out with the "Porcelain Princess" (aka the toilet bowl) and puked more. S and C decided to take me to DUH.
S called 777-7777 and asked for a taxi cab. here is a reinactment of what happened:
S: Hi can i get a can for Phelps Gate, Old Campus
Bitch: thats two places, which one is it?
S: Phelps Gate.
Bitch: where to?
S: DUH- department of Undergraduate Health
Bitch: where the HELL is that?
To which S bitched out the Bitch on the other line for her attitude, and the Bitch hung up. S and C ended up walking me to DUH. i got to DUH, made out with all the doctors and nurses, the doctor gave me a suppository...well, he didn't...i just made that up to sound funny.
came back to my room, and slept! yeah!!
SATURDAY:
shit. there's too much shit to write about it. i'll talk about it later...
posted by Joe @ 8:39 PM
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