The Weekend
May 9th, 2004 by Sarin
While I sit in my underwear on a Sunday afternoon, I realize there is a lack of funny current news stories. Except maybe for the fact that there are now more fat people in this world then there are hungry people.
Weekend Update.
The one, the only J to the Tizzle made an appearance last Friday at the ‘ol 404. The Hulk was not as unleashed as bad as it was, but we all gotta grow up someday. He also had his first taste into dirty dice. :-O.
Little shindig was not as big as I thought, quite the effort from the ones who showed (IE we were just drunk and excited for nothing). I did not take most of the bad pictures from my camera that night, but they speak for themeselves. After everything was over, I thought it would be a good idea to have a walk for pizza. So lil Bryan thought it would be a good idea to piss on the tree next to the b-ball courts. The frightening aspect is that the light is directly above his head, so when he pulled out his wang, all you could see was steam coming out of his crotch. He also thought it would have been a good idea to call these girls sluts when they were obviously walking in our direction and they were in definite listening distance. Oh man.
Downtown pizza and its usual. It kept me nice and warm considering I made the trip down with a wifebeater and sandals. Not so nice and warm when JT ripped the longest fart that got me rolling on the floor. I was still rolling and almost dies of laughter before he finished.
And the hospitality that comes from Kash and Katie waking you up is unquestionable. I am not a morning person, but they are. And thanks for the hookups to head to Sigma Nu for a Bar B Q. Much drinking early on and to the disgust of white rappers. We, Black actors man. Kobe. Oh I am on the Atkins diet. Oh and it was a party. The Wendall was there.
Dude, you at a frat house is like you going on a date with someone not Lauren.
I guess it was ‘different’ but it is always times when I head downtown that I get recognized by underclassmen. For the past month, random drunk dudes come up to me and be like OH you’re my admin guy from class, and Im like, yes guys, I’m the Va, drink, it’s a celebration, show me your titties. Not quite Mr. Popular, but Mr. My Face is Well Known. Like the time when Lauren got pulled over in my car, and I was warm inside eating my pizza. A frosh/soph crowd walked past my car, and I heard someone say to my like of, “Look it is Sarin”. Now by my legal definition, if they had cameras, they would have been paparazzi beotches.
And the Kims, me = beirut disaster at first, but I def got better. Much Usher was played, much food was eaten and tossed, and much Phil has to go home. Ah well, the weekend is at a close and im still in my underwear.
I must also correct the notion that I prob should not keep these entries as a journal. There is much too much going on in my life to keep this interesting/happy. I have in the past gotten back friendships that I have lost over weblog entries, but idea of me not holding back would cause alot of people to want to choke me. I am vulgar and bitter, and you don’t want to know what goes on in my head. People shouldn’t keep journals over the internet for others to read. Everybody has gripes and problems but should not be exploited.
And that’s how I should end. I must also add that Elvis Costello is really good to listen to drunk. I hate my CS405 class. I really don’t think that new Jay-Z video is that violent. Those new KFC ads will make some people’s stomachs curdle.
Update: 7/2/04 I have finally pinpointed who it was who saw me in my car that night. It was one of Mike’s friends who I can’t remember the name of, and his gf
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