halstingdon

"YOU FEEL THAT IN YOUR FACE, SILENT BOB?! WAHOO! NOOCH!"

EDIT:
so, not much going on recently. aside from me nearly freezing to death. you think after 20 years of winter in chicago, i'd be used to it, but if i don't have a giant blanket with me, i fucking hate the cold. why a pirate you ask? i dunno. i assume they didn't like cold either. there. that's a chicken. birds hate cold. except penguins. but they're like, a whole nother kind of bird. and i bet deep down they resent the cold too. i've seen those plush penguins wearing hawaiian shirts with sunglasses and coconut drinks. i bet real penguins fucking hate those birds. jealousy is the reason. what i'm trying to say is, someone make me some soup.

so, in my night class the other night, we were scheduled to watch El Mariachi with the commentary. i don't care what anyone says, i love robert rodriguez, so i was excited. and then what happens? we get a pretentious artsy motherfucker as a substitute, and he decides we're not gonna watch it. instead, we're going to watch a documentary about the failure of a german film. "it was like getting a giant cookie, only to have him take it away and kick me in the crotch," said my friend john. right there with you. we left class before the documentary even hit the two minute mark and decided to buy hot chocolate and donuts. you know why? cause we're rebels, motherfarmer. that is one fucking appropriate pirate.