| OMG - New Year, new entry!
Sitting in Miguels, drinking a now-lukewarm raspberry cappuchino... they're out of chai for the third week in a row. Damn.
So, anyone who reads this must play a game A to Z showed us the other day: the aptly-named "Beer Slut." This is the single most stupid, yet entertaining, drinking game. Making it even easier is the fact that the computer automates everything with animations, sounds, and even sing-alongs. Plus, it made Colin Muenster shout like Def Comedy Jam's audience every time he had to drink - that classifies it as the best game ever made in my book.
To those who were in some kind of suspense, might as well let you know - yes, I actually got my left ear pierced. It was originally going to be a present upon my high school graduation from my sister, but at the time, I decided not to go through with it. Katy Rose came home for Christmas this year, mentioned that she still owed me a graduation gift, and the rest is history. Funny stories: (1) My mom seemed to think it was a bad idea beforehand, but after seeing it, she enthusiastically insisted that she'd buy me a diamond stud for special occasions... (2) My sister and my mother had a bet going as to how long it would take my dad to notice (he had no knowledge of the piercing). My mom anticipated he'd notice at dinner, while my sister felt he wouldn't notice til breakfast next morning. Both were wrong - he failed to notice until a full day-and-a-half later, as we were wishing my sister safe travels at the airport: As I hugged her goodbye, I passed right next to my dad, who spluttered, "He's... got a stud! Freaky!" My mom, my sister, and myself all burst out laughing, and he was stunned into silence. I'm enjoying it.
Well, I'ma go get a new coffee. See ya, folks!
-Tom |
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| So - hope everyone had a Merry Christmas! I myself was rather spoiled, and did some spoiling myself. Some nice DVDs and beaucoup gift cards to Best Buy were the highlights.
And I got an ear pierced. Just kidding. Or not. 
Can't wait to see you all next semester! |
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| One final down, four to go. One of which I know I'm fucked, one of which should go OK after I finish painting, and one of which I'm rather apprehensive of. Sheesh - I hate finals. |
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| Colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn
We can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
It still takes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint
Pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palm Dell
Skatin on datin rims
-Boothy Nick |
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| Fuck this shit... seriously. Fuck it. |
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