"Dudu dun dudu dun dudu dun dun dun...!"
i know...its a bit hard to verbalize and the type a song, but what i just recently sung in the title of this entry was "William Tell"! yay for america!
(actually, post-viewing Fahrenheit 9/11...not completely "yay for America", but i am chill with saying "U S A! U S A! U S A!" like that scene in Reno 911...")
anyhow, i thought it would only be appropriate for me to write an entry for the good ol' US of A...besides, i think i started writing in my blog around this time, so this would be my first anniversary! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY BLOG! i'm glad i'm the only one who seems excited by this fact.
i have decided to sign up with shutterfly! since receiving my awesome little AZN 4.0 MP digicam that fits in an altoid can and into a rectum. i have been taking a lot of friggin pics, so if i can turn this blog into a quasi-photoblog, i might feel a bit more inclined to write in it. i feel like this blog needs to be taken to the next dimension, if you will...no more of that pussy "purely text" blog bull shit. this blog is going through puberty! (a stage, might i add, that i skipped at some point in my life)
so fourth of july, suprisingly, was really really fun, and as lame as i may feel for saying that, considering the fact that the people with me could have very well decided taht their 4th of july SUCKED, i will admit i had bunches of fun.
so i met up with bapple around noon with oraLaura to head out to Beah's house for her little b-day bash, where we tried to play Cranium, ate home made ice cream and grilled veggie burgers, and i played with their mini-toy-daschund, Noodle! Noodle! isn't that the cutest name, ever?
after that, bapple went with me to lab where i had to transfect some cells and infect some mice with my man juice (ew, not really) and then we met up at Robyns house to go see fireworks. i was lucky enough last nite to acquire a nice little flat tire along the way, to which my father responded in broken engrish "I TOLD YOU TO CHECK THE AIR PRESSARE!" and i said "...so if i checked the air pressure before i left, i could've prevented a flat tire from happening...hmm..." anyway, long story short, i'm an ass to my dad. sorry, pops. i love you- i swear.
so at robyns -- former MLK High School student about to matriculate at Belmont next year-- we met up with azza and seth -- good high school buds at UW and Auburn, respectively-- and picked up a couple blasts from the past, elliot and chris -- my former Governor's school compadre / amazing artist attending Art Institute of Chi-town (aka Nossi, college of art...haha!) and a former MLK c/o '02 alum majoring in arhcitecture at UTK, respectively -- and M.Cover -- some highschool kid from MLK who won't be graduating for another year...HAH! but, since he's Yale material, i'm planting the seeds early and hoping to lug him over to the wonders that are "The Yale". I probably need to blow good ol' jimmy nondorf just to ensure that admission happens- hah.
anyway, we went out to old-money white nashville...o, i mean Belle Meade, to watch the fireworks, where bits and pieces of burning ash fell on my head. i don't know if that is a sign, but i tried not to be that sacriligious. besides mentioning the fact that i should've brought my white van and some candy to lure all the kids into my world of fun in never never land, and commenting on the fact that the only thing that would top of the night would be a good lynchin, and making fun of how white belle meade is and how i was probably going to be a decoration on someone's mantel after that night, i didn't think that i really deserved attacks by firework ash. i thought it was a very "Moses and the Plagues" moment, so i commended God for really adding an extra dimension to the night with the falling ash. elliot, in fact, caught one spark in his hat, to which i replied: "can you catch a falling star, and put it in your mouth? SUCH IS THE MANGO! NO!"
after that, we went to wendy's where bapple showed every one his lame-ass electric fly swatter that he used to kill this cockroach that came out of his ass and wouldn't die. i know- sounds like fun, huh? wendy's on the 4th? what could be better? post-fast-food, we went back to the chris and ell's house, checked out ell's artwork, made fun of george dubble-Yah, and went to Whitworth, a white people's country club pool...
...at that point, we made out, since it was a sausage fest and robyn was the only vagina there, and played lots of "dip dip" (which is a completely non-sexual game). in addition to lots of witty banter and even more laughs, we had a great time as the boys, so nonchalantly, did the whole "o- let's go swimming...or not..." as they took off their shirts, and put them back on, in an effort to have a ligit excuse to derobe. the point of that behavoir? i am not quite sure, considering there was only one girl with us.
we all soon departed after hours of fun in the closed pool, and bapple and i went over to tamtam's, where i took shots of Bailey's Irish Cream with her, ate Tang Yuan, made fun of bapple, ate "Dino critter chicken nuggets", and played lots of mario kart and super smash bros...games that i completely and utterly sucked at. here's a shout out to tam tam's pet gerbil, lumpy..."I HOPE TAM TAM CLEANS YOUR CAGE!"
so i ended up back home at like 4 in the morning, and crashed in my bed. now, i'm just waiting for shutterfly pics to load up, so i'll have even more cool stuff to show-- and lots of nude kiddy porn (that was a joke. i don't want to be raped with a lawsuit.)
(actually, post-viewing Fahrenheit 9/11...not completely "yay for America", but i am chill with saying "U S A! U S A! U S A!" like that scene in Reno 911...")
anyhow, i thought it would only be appropriate for me to write an entry for the good ol' US of A...besides, i think i started writing in my blog around this time, so this would be my first anniversary! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY BLOG! i'm glad i'm the only one who seems excited by this fact.
i have decided to sign up with shutterfly! since receiving my awesome little AZN 4.0 MP digicam that fits in an altoid can and into a rectum. i have been taking a lot of friggin pics, so if i can turn this blog into a quasi-photoblog, i might feel a bit more inclined to write in it. i feel like this blog needs to be taken to the next dimension, if you will...no more of that pussy "purely text" blog bull shit. this blog is going through puberty! (a stage, might i add, that i skipped at some point in my life)
so fourth of july, suprisingly, was really really fun, and as lame as i may feel for saying that, considering the fact that the people with me could have very well decided taht their 4th of july SUCKED, i will admit i had bunches of fun.
so i met up with bapple around noon with oraLaura to head out to Beah's house for her little b-day bash, where we tried to play Cranium, ate home made ice cream and grilled veggie burgers, and i played with their mini-toy-daschund, Noodle! Noodle! isn't that the cutest name, ever?
after that, bapple went with me to lab where i had to transfect some cells and infect some mice with my man juice (ew, not really) and then we met up at Robyns house to go see fireworks. i was lucky enough last nite to acquire a nice little flat tire along the way, to which my father responded in broken engrish "I TOLD YOU TO CHECK THE AIR PRESSARE!" and i said "...so if i checked the air pressure before i left, i could've prevented a flat tire from happening...hmm..." anyway, long story short, i'm an ass to my dad. sorry, pops. i love you- i swear.
so at robyns -- former MLK High School student about to matriculate at Belmont next year-- we met up with azza and seth -- good high school buds at UW and Auburn, respectively-- and picked up a couple blasts from the past, elliot and chris -- my former Governor's school compadre / amazing artist attending Art Institute of Chi-town (aka Nossi, college of art...haha!) and a former MLK c/o '02 alum majoring in arhcitecture at UTK, respectively -- and M.Cover -- some highschool kid from MLK who won't be graduating for another year...HAH! but, since he's Yale material, i'm planting the seeds early and hoping to lug him over to the wonders that are "The Yale". I probably need to blow good ol' jimmy nondorf just to ensure that admission happens- hah.
anyway, we went out to old-money white nashville...o, i mean Belle Meade, to watch the fireworks, where bits and pieces of burning ash fell on my head. i don't know if that is a sign, but i tried not to be that sacriligious. besides mentioning the fact that i should've brought my white van and some candy to lure all the kids into my world of fun in never never land, and commenting on the fact that the only thing that would top of the night would be a good lynchin, and making fun of how white belle meade is and how i was probably going to be a decoration on someone's mantel after that night, i didn't think that i really deserved attacks by firework ash. i thought it was a very "Moses and the Plagues" moment, so i commended God for really adding an extra dimension to the night with the falling ash. elliot, in fact, caught one spark in his hat, to which i replied: "can you catch a falling star, and put it in your mouth? SUCH IS THE MANGO! NO!"
after that, we went to wendy's where bapple showed every one his lame-ass electric fly swatter that he used to kill this cockroach that came out of his ass and wouldn't die. i know- sounds like fun, huh? wendy's on the 4th? what could be better? post-fast-food, we went back to the chris and ell's house, checked out ell's artwork, made fun of george dubble-Yah, and went to Whitworth, a white people's country club pool...
...at that point, we made out, since it was a sausage fest and robyn was the only vagina there, and played lots of "dip dip" (which is a completely non-sexual game). in addition to lots of witty banter and even more laughs, we had a great time as the boys, so nonchalantly, did the whole "o- let's go swimming...or not..." as they took off their shirts, and put them back on, in an effort to have a ligit excuse to derobe. the point of that behavoir? i am not quite sure, considering there was only one girl with us.
we all soon departed after hours of fun in the closed pool, and bapple and i went over to tamtam's, where i took shots of Bailey's Irish Cream with her, ate Tang Yuan, made fun of bapple, ate "Dino critter chicken nuggets", and played lots of mario kart and super smash bros...games that i completely and utterly sucked at. here's a shout out to tam tam's pet gerbil, lumpy..."I HOPE TAM TAM CLEANS YOUR CAGE!"
so i ended up back home at like 4 in the morning, and crashed in my bed. now, i'm just waiting for shutterfly pics to load up, so i'll have even more cool stuff to show-- and lots of nude kiddy porn (that was a joke. i don't want to be raped with a lawsuit.)
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