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The_Toy
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Name: Jeff
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: San Francisco
Gender: Male
Interests: National politics is a quirky passion of mine. And also quite nerdy. Hmm...I like tennis, cats, food, sitcoms, and the liberal media, heh. I enjoy long periods of silence briefly punctuated by frenzied activity. Well, now that I think about it, I don't. I would like it to stay nice and quiet. Man, this really doesn't tell you much, does it?
Expertise: Shutting out reality. Blending in. Getting confused. Getting really confused. Ignoring things (homework, parents, traffic signals).
Occupation: Unemployed/Between Jobs
Industry: Hospitality
Message: message me
AIM:  jtoy827
Member Since:
12/6/2003
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| Oh my, did I really say that?
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| It's been a while since I've done of these things...
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| Ah, the first day of school.
The HUM professor gave the exact same lecture as he did last year when I took the class (and subsequently dropped). Also, the annoying TA I had last year is back. With my luck, I'll be in his section.
My Math professor is a barefoot hippie. What the fuck?
I slept through Chemistry. Incidentally, I took this class last year at this time before, and he also gave the same lecture. Also, the TA looks younger than me.
There's this girl in math who sounds alot like Weihua. And when I turned around, she even looked like her!
Poli Sci is full of hot guys.
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| Anthony's mother thinks I am a slob who can't hold his alcohol.
So here's what happened. After having what I guess you would call "a few drinks" before dinner, I was comfortably and suitably buzzed. We moved the festivities from the kitchen to the living room, where I settled on (fell over onto) the couch. As I was drifting peacefully to sleep, I suddenly hear Mrs. Anthony's Mother:
(this was in Chinese, by the way)
Mother: Wow, he got drunk?
Anthony: Umm...
Mother: Did you guys drink alot?
Anthony: No...
Mother: How strong was that alcohol?
Anthony: 35%...
Mother: Wow, that's strong. Much stronger than beer. You're drunk aren't you?
Me: Noooooooooo.......
Mother: Here, you need a blanket. (She then went into room, got a blanket, and covered me. I felt like melting into the floor and never coming back.)
Me: I'm..............not.................drunk.......................
Mother: Don't drink too much, guys. Oh, and don't drive later, Anthony.
You know what's worst, the fact that she caught me even though I was past the kissing-spanking-biting phase of my tipsy-ness and mellowing out already. Dammit! All that precaution for nothing. And it was only me! Anthony figured that she assumed that all of us had the same amount to drink, but only I was...well...slumped over on the couch.
I won't be able to look that woman in the eye the next time I'm there. Dammit.
Oh, I also taught the guys what "pillow biting" meant. Teehee.
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| Oh my god...*giggles*...there's a "Colon Street" in San Francisco, and I'm not making that up 'cuz I drove past it today.
How does one go to China? What's a visa? Dude, my mom found, like, five hundred Taiwanese dollars under a bed at one of our houses. Is that even worth anything?
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