November:
- I ended the quarter in the hospital! Yeah. Psych ward at Strong Memorial, because i guess attempted suicide is a frowned upon behaviour in "normal society." If they can't take a joke, fuck 'em.
- I kissed a girl. I know that doesn't seem like much (and trust me, it's not) it has some humorous value to it in that I told everyone I saw that night in excess of a dozen times. Yeah, I was drunk, and its the most action I got in a year.
- I made a successful and climactic return to San Diego. Me and the WSC (Wolves in Sheep's the picture on their website do the talking. Seriously. How can you NOT eat there? Anyways.... Prime's analysis: Exceedingly Mexican.
- I deliver the frequently promised dick-punches to Zabe and Ash.
December:
- Back in Rochester. Party the first night a get back. I "acquaint" myself with a girl. Since a gentleman does not kiss and tell (and because I actually still have a chance with her) that's all I'll say right now.
- Back to class. I won't bore you with the details.
- My infamous Friday night party spot is disbanded! Indefinitely! FUCK THE PO-LEECE!
- I drink in much honor of the party spot. I drink the beer. I flip the cup (twice, actually, because the kid standing next to me - looks a lot like Tucker Max - is a hell of a drinker, but a terrible flip-cupper). I am awesome at flipping cups. I play my signature game: Drink the beer. I win my signature game. Several minutes later, I lose my signature game... in the toilet. I play my signature game again. I drunk-dial. Here are some tasty quotes from that particular conversation:
Prime: "Labatt Blue is the pizza of beer."
Prime (to TheRoommate'sGirlfriend):
"Youareadrunkenwhoregositinthecorner!"Prime (to TheRoommate'sGirlfriend): "The only way you are staying in my room
is if you sleep in my bed."TRG: "OH MY GOD EWWW.... Does Optimus want me?"
- I go home. I am awesome at guitar hero. I do drunk (mostly)naked video chat with a girl and thoroughly embarass myself, reading Trotsky to her roommate and slamming the computer shut on her when she tells me that she is out of Otter Pops.
And that's the update.
I know it's not very good, but FUCKING DEAL.
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