Memoirs of the Cast Away

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

So I can say I'm pretty pissed off too, but it's only a simple Risk game. I was one country away from winning, those fucking bastards had to rip me apart!! grrr...

Anyway my summer has been long and stressful. I have a job but not enough hours and I have a house but not enough roommates. Well I now actually have enough but one of them is a random person I do not know. Well I met him, but only for like 30 minutes. Typical stoner/rock climber hippie. As long as he helps clean and he pays the rent I'm all for it. My rugby player friend moving in won't be here till October...and when he gets here all I'm worried about is rugby craziness. There will be shitshows left and right and none of my shit better get broken. Or I'll be 'hella' pissed. Quote that I used hella. I am that frustrated that I will use a word that is so far out of my vocabulary that I shun it. School will help curb my enthusiasm for outside stress hopefully. If that makes any sense...

Other than that I went on a five-day houseboat trip in Canada; found out the guy I liked did not like me but my friend instead; finished a year-long project poem; passed out in a stairwell for an hour after a party got busted; got randomly kissed by an attractive guy who probably kissed every girl that night; swam in Toad Lake and threw a jelly donut into the truck next to me (where it consecutively got thrown back); drove to Canada and saw the hour wait into it, said fuck it, and drove back; cried about the guy liking my friend because it always happens that way (like 4 times in the past year); had both Paul and Katie visit, and got them both relatively drunk; swung from the swing in my backyard; cleaned my house a million times per week (and I'm not joking); watched Beerfest, Talladega Nights, V for Vendetta, and many other movies (but SuperTroopers is still better); developed a script for a porno involving girl scouts and a park ranger; acquired a pair of bear slippers; laughed hysterically; and last but not least, my greatest accomplishment: I was able to make semi-decent cookies completely trashed. I do not remember most of it, but I did it, then puked and laid in the bathroom for two hours after I was done. I am proud, sadly enough.

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