| Ok, time for the random late night post in the Xanga. Ok, hmmmm, where to begin......Well, lets start with Homecoming. Ok, tell me why the whole fucking world was at that damn game......This is Avondale people, we pick the worst teams possible and play them for homecoming. Whatever happened at the game I don't think it was so earth shattering that you couldn't read about what Kozmo had to say the next day and feel totally fulfilled.... .....O and tell me why the school looks fucking AMAZING......Let me tell you, every fine arts performance I go to see this next year better be fucking incredible, I mean, I better see the best theatre performances of my life. The band better stop sounding like they consist of 60 Sherrin Delizio's. And the Choir better sound better than CMU's. O, and by the way it was good seeing all the people that I have'nt seen in a while at the game, it was fun....boring.....but fun. Ok, moving on
Saturday, my parents decided to take us out to dinner, where you ask? O you know only, THE BUSIEST PLACE IN THE FUCKING WORLD BECAUSE IT WAS THE NIGHT OF HOMECOMING.....Eastside Mario's. So we were the re for a good 2 hours of my life, then came home and chilled.
Sunday. Sunday is the first time this week that I almost died(I say it like that because God DEFINITELY wanted me to die this past week). Sunday is the day we got hit by a fucking tsunami, and o yeah , I was driving north on 75 when it hit, so then I rush to the dorm to go to my male a capella groups practice( CD's availale soon) and it is still fucking pouring but can I find an umbrella, of course not, so I get fucking DRENCHED. Then I get equally drenched on the way back from practice. Not a great day all around.
Monday. Everything is going pretty well, until I go to my fucking history class, I walk outside, to leave the class. And what happens, I get hit by a fucking Bike, A MOTHER FUCKING BIKE. So that kinda pissed me off, then as I am walking back to my dorm 2 minutes later, I almost get hit by a fucking car, that is RIDICULOUS.
Nothing really happened the rest of the week.......
Saturday. I was going to go out and party Saturday night, but my head started to hurt so I didnt I just kinda stayed in and just kinda chilled. Then at 3:30 AM all my roommates come busting in Drunk as hell, telling me all about it. Drunk people are really funny, let me tell you. So yeah, here we are on Sunday night, and I fucking missed dinner tonight because, who the fuck knew the dining commons closed at 6:30, anyway, I'm out, Holla at cha later.... |