step one, instead of ass say buns...

So. this is quite a new start, ain't it?

Would you like a run down of last night's amazing events? well, to be honest with you, it was my first time to stay in...yeah...my FIRST. never have i EVER stayed in on a friday night, but it was really nice. as $ said, "It makes saturday seem a lot more fun."

hmm...so what did i do? i went to chinese...licked a pussy...stole some odwalla...went to my chinese TA...slept...ate dinner at Yorkside...went to the Proof of the Pudding's (an all-girl acapella group/brothel) "Spooky Jam" concert, (the concert for which i, i might add, designed the "Spooky Jam" flyer)...went home to the V-suite, went up stairs, and got REALLY FUCKING ASS BLAZED.

my favorite line of the night occurred while we were in "St. Thomas More's", a catholic church where the Proof concert was held. upon walking into this rather conservative-avant garde place of worship, i couldn't help but notice those 13 metal/bronze cast jesus statues of the last steps jesus took until his crucifiction and resurrection. to this sight, i replied: "wow! i really like what they have done with this place...especially these bronze cast Jesi." ::laughter:: get it?? Jesus...plural form is Jesi.

**BY THE WAY, ESPN HAS JUST RUINED MY LIFE. he's going to go take a shower now, and i wanted to take a shower...so, MY LIFE IS FUCKING RUINED! FUCK YOU. NOW, I'M GOING TO HAVE TO WAIT, and DRINK THIS ODWALLA! FUCK YOU!!!**

the proof concert was really good. i noticed that they do a lot of classic, a capella songs, and not any of that crazy lesbian bullshit, like Tori Amos and stuff. so they definetely made a nice impact upon my "wall of favorite acapella groups," a wall that in theory does not exist, and in reality does not exist either. the concert did, however, teach me a few things:
1) some people can sing
2) some peopel can't sing
3) some people who can't sing sing with people who can sing

yeah. i didn't like the pitch's vibrato in "i never do anything more than twice," (while i did enjoy the back to back panting of girls chained together with handcuffs...yeah...don't you wish you went to the concert now?) and i didn't like one girl completely. you know why? (and, no. it wasn't b/c she was ugly). it was because SHE COULDN'T SING.

i was also mildly disturbed during the dance sequences when i realized, "wow! how is it that the duke's men (one of yale's all male a capella groups) has much better dance choreography?" we all, of course, know what the answer is. it's because of the gays and all their dancing magicals. that was quite an epiphinatical (sp?) moment...which happens to rhyme with sabbatical...cool, huh?

i did have fun last night, chillin with C-dog, Froggy and $ upstairs. especially when $ kicked out all the fuckers that were in the room. not that they were being fuckers or being rude, we just didn't want them in there when we were smoking up, and by smoking up, i mean reading the bible. reading the bible is a really holy-type ordeal, and we didn't want it to be ruined by those dirty little fat hobbit-ses that were trying to read the bible, too...if you know what i'm getting at.

so, bookie, for an update, is no longer high and dry, but getting tons of really really hot ass from an angel named gabriel.
**holy light appears through the dark clouds, and lands upon bookie.**

and with that, i'm out like trout!