Feeds:The Sunday before Veteran's day
- Convenying: Disaffection
- Now Playing: Let It Happen - MxPx
- The Saying: "Don't stills explode if you don't tend them properly? *pause* We'll put it in Blake's closet." - Johnny K, 10/23
- When Praying: Stuff
- Betraying: Evil Paul
Wow, it's been a while. A lot has happened. Like, Halloween, and stuff. And an excursion to Wicker Park with beautiful girls. And a toga party. You know, the usual.
So where to begin? There's a lot, and I invariably forget it when I sit down in front of the keyboard. So then. Last night was Beth's big toga party. And I mean big. We had a hundred and then more people in her room. I saw then all go in, after, since I was the bouncer of sorts. Apparantly I did a good job. Oh, quoteable conversation:
Girl: "Hey, are you French?"
Ian: "No, I'm not."
Girl: "Oh, 'cause Srikant said you were French."
Ian: "Yeah, well, Srikant drinks a lot."
Yeah. Eric was also having his own little gathering over in our room with some friends. I went in to use our bathroom, and apparantly he didn't recognise me. He yelled at the door, "Hey! My bathroom is not the public bathroom!" The I heard him say "Get me my knife." Now, I knew that he had just gotten a machete that afternoon, and that was the knife to which he was referring. I fully expected him to be waiting, poised, with the machete, outside the bathroom door. In point of fact, he was. Fortunately, he recognised me. I find this terribly amusing, but it seems to scare everyone else on the floor.
I don't know how much more I feel like writing about at the moment. Gis la revido.
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