Update
I hate the title "Update."
I guess it is hard for me to explain why, exactly, it bugs me, but I suppose I can sum up the net effect in this way: I'm bored before I even start reading the body. It's a fact. Your update is meaningless to me because it generally consists of zero creativity, very little valuable information, a tiny dash of humor, and a laundry list of activities I did not and will not witness, be affected by, or care about.
This being the case, allow me to update you.
The other day was Halloween and I was roundly made fun of for having been suckered out of 3 years of festivities in a row. My triumphant return was made in the form of a Blue Man. I was pretty blue. And by the end of the night and a few smurfings, I was pretty cracked up. The size 18 women's stretch pleather pants made a screaming comeback (Thanks, Dooz!).
A bunch of other stuff happened, no doubt. I'm sure I could look into what it actually was, but honestly, would it add to the depth of this post? Most likely not.
This past weekend I watched the Irish manhandle the Tarheels. It was every bit as delicious as the concoction Emily made out of 45 different kinds of booze in our frigid spot perched on the wall at the waaay top of the stadium with Shavebot on the southeast side. It hit the spot. In classic form, EU and I decided to head bendward a good 12 hrs before actual departure. We stayed with the Devil in an attic in the ghetto. It was nice. Unfortunately we were very limited in terms of modes of transportation, but still managed to see a bunch of people at tailgates, Oyster, etc. Party on.
My bro is apparently back in the U.S.
It is getting very cold up here.
I've been harassed about some "Marker Party" this weekend.
Apparently I am engaged.
Apparently I vomit on children.
Apparently none of that has been substantiated.
Apparently the password is no longer "hotstuff."
I had chicken kiev, 90 second Uncle Ben's rice, and peas tonight.
I spent a week making a poster that will most likely be derided and quite possibly never even shown.
I called O'Donovan's Irish Pub and it turns out that they will not be carrying CSTV this weekend, and therefore will not be showing the ND-Air Force match up.
Internet radio, anyone?
I guess it is hard for me to explain why, exactly, it bugs me, but I suppose I can sum up the net effect in this way: I'm bored before I even start reading the body. It's a fact. Your update is meaningless to me because it generally consists of zero creativity, very little valuable information, a tiny dash of humor, and a laundry list of activities I did not and will not witness, be affected by, or care about.
This being the case, allow me to update you.
The other day was Halloween and I was roundly made fun of for having been suckered out of 3 years of festivities in a row. My triumphant return was made in the form of a Blue Man. I was pretty blue. And by the end of the night and a few smurfings, I was pretty cracked up. The size 18 women's stretch pleather pants made a screaming comeback (Thanks, Dooz!).A bunch of other stuff happened, no doubt. I'm sure I could look into what it actually was, but honestly, would it add to the depth of this post? Most likely not.
This past weekend I watched the Irish manhandle the Tarheels. It was every bit as delicious as the concoction Emily made out of 45 different kinds of booze in our frigid spot perched on the wall at the waaay top of the stadium with Shavebot on the southeast side. It hit the spot. In classic form, EU and I decided to head bendward a good 12 hrs before actual departure. We stayed with the Devil in an attic in the ghetto. It was nice. Unfortunately we were very limited in terms of modes of transportation, but still managed to see a bunch of people at tailgates, Oyster, etc. Party on.
My bro is apparently back in the U.S.
It is getting very cold up here.
I've been harassed about some "Marker Party" this weekend.
Apparently I am engaged.
Apparently I vomit on children.
Apparently none of that has been substantiated.
Apparently the password is no longer "hotstuff."
I had chicken kiev, 90 second Uncle Ben's rice, and peas tonight.
I spent a week making a poster that will most likely be derided and quite possibly never even shown.
I called O'Donovan's Irish Pub and it turns out that they will not be carrying CSTV this weekend, and therefore will not be showing the ND-Air Force match up.
Internet radio, anyone?
Marker party? It's highlighter party. I'm sorry, we'll never invite you to anything AGAIN.
Thanks for leaving blue on my shower curtain.
I'm bored.
Posted by
Anonymous |
2:54 PM
Gotta love those huge cheeks! The tarheels game was sweet!!
Posted by
Anonymous |
9:53 PM