Hell is over . . . let the sweltering heat do its worst . . . the wrath of sophomore year has ended.
School was fun as fuck, but hard as fuck . . . hopefully this summer will be better than the last :-/ . . . worst comes to worst, we're opening up the 24 hour brothel and orgies at Pete's, cause, you know, we need something fresh to keep things interesting ^_^.
Apparently the diner is out, Nelly's is permanently in ^_^. Within two weeks back, Dave and Pete already made it there 10 times.
[Waitress: I see you two more than I see my husband]
And of course, the usual conversations with the bar of cock arise.
[Akbar: Waitress - I'm not 21 . . . give me two beers.
<<and later in the evening>>
Akbar (to Mike): Okay okay - let's change the subject. We'll talk about it some other time over peanuts and liquor.]
Grease trucks memorial day weekend were fucking awesome ("that's sphincterific" and talk of chest hair electrolysis using a car battery, hehe) . . . not to mention that I got to meet up with the TCNJ/South Amboy crowd :-D
And there's sure to be plenty of wood, gaping holes, and glossy balls yet to come ;-) . . .
We got Akbar here for the whole three months finally . . . talk about a red hot Indian Summer. hehe. And parties at TCNJ via Brit's awesomely parent-less house - can't freakin wait.
Any ideas for entertainment, as "alternative" as necessary, are encouraged (and rewarded by means of sexual favors) . . . we gotta make this one count . . .
Spring 2004 Edition:
I am Jack's severe sense of withdrawal . . .
SPRING BREAK 04: Pool table is currently out of commision :'( . . . alternate sources of profuse sexual innuendos and cheap entertainment (aside from Norden's mom) TBA.
Okay, so we only got in a couple of games of pool over winter break . . . it was worth it to get to see Roland's violent side, and Pete's alcohol tolerance (or lack there of) . . . hehe, how many times did he pass out on New Years? Lazer tag rocked, and DDR, well, definitely exposed the homosexual side of the guilty parties (who will remain unnamed). It's a shame that everyone couldn't be together, and that the break was kinda disjointed . . . but hell, it's nothing summer vacation won't take care of.
Nelly's was awesome, as always. ROTK midnight showing with my favorite geeks couldn't have been better - JoAnna - if you read this while you're in Belgium - we will definitely get that massive extended edition showing in over summer vacation!!
Oh yeah - and for the next four months, I'm burried in three lab classes and an evil fem-nazi course - hopefully I'll get out alive by sometime midMay :-/ . . . might emerge for air March 5th - we'll see.
Finals, Fall 2003 Edition:
Happy b-day Bob . . . 12.5.83 :-(
Okay, so Thanksgiving break was sort of a bust . . . at least it's better than hard core drama. Lessons learned? Our group needs to stick to its strengths . . . pool (as long as cues are not being launched long distances), rental flicks (not including unscrutinized comedies that might lead to bloodshed), Nellie's/Hillside, hot tubs, bowling (coming from a person whose all time high score is somewhere in the mid 50s), and hard core scavenger hunts. Any alternative attempt at fun seems to result in unforseen catastrophe, or worse, complete inactivity :-( . . . but don't worry, Akbar - we will figure out something uncharacteristically scandalous and sweet for New Years, I promise!
Alas, here comes the imminent ass-raping that is finals time. It's starting to look like sophomore year's going to rip all of us a new one (if you guys haven't accomplished that on your own already during that last sausage fest at Pete's). Good luck everyone . . . and use protection!
Oh yeah . . . and if anyone wants to go to a midnight showing of Return of the King on Tuesday night/Wednesday morning (Dec. 17th- probably Kinnelon), let me know asap so we can pre-order tickets!
Yeah, so the only people who have the right to complain to me about work this semester are Nikki (my fellow sufferer) and the Roeser girls . . . brace your eyes, cause this is going to be one hell of a gory battle between me and my fuckin $475 worth of Organic Chem and Cell & Molecular Biology books . . . only the strongest will survive.
It's times like these we learn to live again . . . I know I wimped out at the fiesta, but I promise I'll be honoring you all with some drunken phone calls this semester . . . hells yeah.
Late Fall 2003 Edition:
It's a shame all of our Fall Breaks fell at different times . . . at least we got a couple of decent nights in (with much manipulation of those long wooden rods . . . despite how rusty we all are at shooting pool). Bar of Cock - I missed your sexy Indian ass . . . and I feel for you being stuck up in Boston with all those deluded Sox people, but you've always got your fellow Yankees fans backing you up down here. Can't wait to see everyone at Thanksgiving . . . I think it would be awesome if we tried to meet for dinner the first night of break like last year (Outback again?) - so try to keep that date open (Wed. the 26th, I think).
Let me know if any of you want to go for a drive to where Bob's ashes are burried near Philly (and perhaps to Villanova, too) . . . I was thinking of going sometime in November.
I don't think I've ever been so infuriated in my life - this is fucking bull shit . . . I hate our judicial system, I hate stupidity, I hate the fact that people try to make it all seem okay. Yes, it's better than nothing . . . but holy shit.
HORSEPLAY CITED IN OAKLAND TEEN'S DEATH
Mid Fall 2003 Edition:
For those of you who missed it - the Villanova service was beautiful. The priest's sermon was particularly lovely, making references to everything from Super Troopers to Sinatra. Oh, and if any of you want a copy of Bobby's incredibly touching scholarship essay, let me know (Lisa, one of his friends from school, made some copies). Btw - his friends from school want to hang out with us at some point - they say we're all welcome to visit . . . so let me know if you want to get a trip together.
Coulda used you all to cope with the 11 hour blackout :-( . . . no crazy recovery parties were available, damn. Otherwise, really looking forward to Fall break . . . can't wait for more manipulation of those massive wooden rods, glossy balls, and gaping holes, hehe. Perhaps some frisbee, too, if the weather permits (and no more severe injuries are incurred).
Miss all of you a ton . . . still trying to figure out who Tony A. O. is . . . I wonder if he's a good spooning buddy ;-).
Early fall 2003 edition:
Yeah yeah - haven't been gone for long . . . guess I'm not ready to face the fact that summer's dwindling away. So, we all shared a bit of hell on earth this summer . . . at least they're putting the signs up at the Pawnee/Iroquois intersection (not stop signs, but safety precautions'll have to do).
I'd better hear from you all this year - I'll do my part, I swear. Can't wait to be back again playing pool and chillin . . . Nelly's is all good, too. These past couple of weeks had their perks - handling the blackout summer of 69 style . . . dangerous nights in the hot tub at Pete's (when the females were momentarily un-exiled) . . . abstinence interventions at the home of the happy interstate . . . introducing the Rochester kids to jersey-style slacking . . . trying to get Alyssa and Pete together, as usual, with no prevail . . . the magic stick, ick! . . . attempted flaker ghetto-ness, hahahaha . . . the Dorney Park kidnapping . . . LOTR marathon of the utmost geekiness . . . watching in amusement as all the younger sibs got hammered (sooooo creepy/hilarious) . . . unfailed nightly drama and the verbal pyrotechnics that relentlessly followed (it's all in good fun - pool cues were meant to be used for human javelin practice!). As usual - there's only more to come.
Late summer 2003 edition:
Warped Tour - Asbury Park . . . 08.10.03 . . . geeks in the mosh pit . . . nothing wrong with that, hehe.
Okay, so this summer has been one hell after another. The honorary pool hall is officially cursed (home to every bout of dramatic irony, every dramatic conflict, and every catastrophic occurence) . . . but we'll always have memories, and bonds that will now be indelibly engraved on us for the rest of our lives :-/
We've still got some fresh comic material . . . exile from the home of the happy interstate, week long Animal House aka Aja's family going on vacation, Heather's too hot for tv jacuzzi, the return of the crazy sexy Indian, the further corruption of Daniel ("Thanks, Joey T-bag, for taking me to buy that wife molester." "Daniel, it's called a wife beater."), and the revival of the Toga Party (although the togas were shed quite early this time around).
Still a bit more summer to go . . .
Early summer 2003 edition:
I am Jack's long wooden shaft ;-)
It's awesome to be home again with my fellow nerds - manipulating our balls and cues every night possible . . . let's hope one of these days we actually get good at it (except maybe Brit - I'd say she handles her wood quite effectively), despite all our *experience*.
Yeah yeah - you guys finally got me to a club - Alex's b-day was worth it. At least there was a pool table there :-D
So far so good - hot tub in the thunder storm, outlasting each other in the 50 degree pool, the neverending search for a summer job paying slightly more than minimum wage, our very own resident bar tender, Bobby's [oh-so-corruptible] little brother Daniel ("you don't know what fondle means, do you?" . . . "ear-muffs!"), gay-ness, "you can put it *anywhere* you want", those movies that aren't as bad as people make them out to be ("I had better sex than that in prison"), the somewhat disturbing scavenger hunt (orange pilon, vibrator, et al), making Bob experience the *p dizzle* (as Alex put it), and The Spoon Theory.
And so much more summer to go - looking forward to Pearl Jam (07.06, Camden - and yes, Bob is officially the first person in history to have called "bitch" in the car . . . a MONTH ahead of time!), road trips, boat parties, etc.
Bobby - since you've already schooled me at Jack-isms, I fear that I no longer have the means to suppress that image of you superimposed on Legolas's body (or vise versa) . . . damned fantasies . . . lol.
I am Jack's . . . (an account of pure wisdom - not for the faint of heart)