Alright, I haven't updated in a while, but there's a good reason for that, and every college student knows what I mean...finals. I pased my English portfolio, which is great news, because now I can take an Enlgish class that might actually be challenging. God forbid. I also signed up for my fall clases (French 101, Contempoary Lit, History 101, and Stagecraft) and met my fall roommate.
I chopped off the mohawk without taking any pictures, but it wasn't that great anyway. I apparently do not have a "mohawk friendly" skull. However, now I have a bizzarre buzz cut, which isn't a whole lot better.
I have set a new record. I was kicked out of a party in under twenty minutes, while sober, and without getting in a fight. Turns out that I slept with the best friend of the girl who owns the apartment, and said best friend was coming over to join in the festivities, an equation that adds up to me getting the polite "fuck off." Whatever. Their beer sucked, and I ended up at a better party with weed.
Final point: If you live in Richmond, you know of Belle Isle. You probably also know that it's a great place at night. Well, not anymore. There was a police raid, complete with-not making this up-a fucking helicopter. With a fucking Searchlight. I hadn't even had anything to drink. Had smoked two bowls, but nothing to drink. Good thing, too. I managed to sweet-talk the cops out of giving my friend and me a summons, but it still killed my buzz for the remainder of the night.
That is my life. Well, that and eagerly awaiting the third X-Men movie, which should be good even though they have yet to put Gambit in there. Hint, Hint, scriptwriters.
I chopped off the mohawk without taking any pictures, but it wasn't that great anyway. I apparently do not have a "mohawk friendly" skull. However, now I have a bizzarre buzz cut, which isn't a whole lot better.
I have set a new record. I was kicked out of a party in under twenty minutes, while sober, and without getting in a fight. Turns out that I slept with the best friend of the girl who owns the apartment, and said best friend was coming over to join in the festivities, an equation that adds up to me getting the polite "fuck off." Whatever. Their beer sucked, and I ended up at a better party with weed.
Final point: If you live in Richmond, you know of Belle Isle. You probably also know that it's a great place at night. Well, not anymore. There was a police raid, complete with-not making this up-a fucking helicopter. With a fucking Searchlight. I hadn't even had anything to drink. Had smoked two bowls, but nothing to drink. Good thing, too. I managed to sweet-talk the cops out of giving my friend and me a summons, but it still killed my buzz for the remainder of the night.
That is my life. Well, that and eagerly awaiting the third X-Men movie, which should be good even though they have yet to put Gambit in there. Hint, Hint, scriptwriters.
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theknives:
It was an accident....I stabbed her with a biro I didn't realise I still had in my hand whilst I was spanking her with a rolled up piece of paper.....who knew a pen could cause so much damage?!
cerephinna:
X-Men 3 - Jean's not dead!!!