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I was gonna make an update today, but I actually am going to do some reading for accounting. I promise to throw something up here in a few days.
Love,
Diddy
09.27.03
Man I am getting lazy. Maybe I shall get back into the swing of things. I felt like posting an update. Make sure you read the Cady Update :-(. Well if I ever think of something to post, I will.
Diddy
09.08.03
It has been a while, my people. Sorry for not writing yet this school year, I have been lazy so far. So, yeah, I have a problem. I am addicted to Fantasy Football. I am in 4 leagues (well only 3 if you count the ones I care about). So far, so good. I am claiming victory in 2 of them, while I need Thrash to come through big tonight for me. I could get the trifecta on opening week. What else is new? I fought in my first boxing match ever on Friday night. It was sweet we had gloves and head gear and everything. We were in a back yard in the ghetto, with about 50-100 circled around us. I love providing entertainment for drunk people. In my first match I was beating the shit out of this one kid. At the end of the round, he threw in the towel and everyone loved me right there. Then they said I had another challenger, and I gladly accepted. We were pretty even in the first round; his jab was tough as fuck. He landed a good clean jab near the end of the first round and I knew I was gonna start bleeding. We took a break for the round and the ref informed me I was bleeding. This didn't bother me and we continued. The second round was kinda the same, but I was bleeding this time. Then, as Jim Ross would say, it turned into a slobber-knocker. We pretty much traded uppercuts and hooks, with most of them landing squarely. He jarred my head gear loose and I threw it into the crowd, which appreciated my gift. The ref started to get nervous and called the fight. We congratulated each other and then I went to the bathroom to clean up. The ref had perfect timing, the cops showed up like 2 minutes later. So my career record is now 1-0-1. The best part was walking home and having random people call me champ. Sorry Jim Nolan.
We got us some more couches today at St. Vincent de Paul. Only there can you get a huge couch and a big comfy love seat for 30 bucks. We also got a cabinet thing for all of our video game shit.
I am sure that you guys care, but fan support is up in my Madden franchise.
Oh yeah, I am a member of one of the most illustrious teams ever, Team Naty Light, Team Captain, Timmy Gaughan. We have branches all throughout Ohio at JCU, KSU, UD, ONU, and soon to be at OU. Click here to become a member of your own.
Talk to you fucks later.
Diddy
07.23.03
I think this will be the last update of the summer. I just never feel like sitting down and doing it. Me and Timmy are officially ghetto. We each got a knockoff of the old school Astros jersey from the 80s. It is great. I will drink many a night in that bad boy. I can't believe this summer is almost over. One month and I go back. I had all of this shit planned to type out and now I can't remember any of it. Me and Team Boey are officially joining Team Nati, we placed our orders last night. I can't think of anything else to type, so whatever. Oh yeah, I got an internship at Wally World. I get to work it during school too. Then when I graduate, I become an Assistant Manager if I so desire. Well, if I think of anything, I will let you fuckers know.
Wow, it has been over a month. I hope you are not offended, but I am drunk right now. Some things are different, some are not. Different. I have a job. I am working at Wal-Mart working 40 hours a week remodeling the store. I tear down shit, move shit and clean shit. it is OK, but I am not guaranteed a job after July 1st when the remodel is supposed to be done. Something that is not new, I haven't cleaned the garage yet.
Here is one thing that is new. Me and Marla are broken up. Well, not actually broken up. We are taking a psuedo break from each other. It is hard to do that, since we both work remodel at Wal-Mart. "Here's my theory",. well, actually our theory. It is a win-win situation. Either we are for each other (awesome), or we realize we shouldn't get married( awesome in the terms of not marrying before getting a divorce). So I guess it can turn out good either way. It is nice though, we got some shit out in the open that bothers each other. I think it will just make us stronger. If not, we will still be best friends. I don't hate her, but I don't know right now if I love her in the way a husband loves a wife or a fiancee loves a fiancee. Alls I know is the feelings I said she agreed with and the things she said I agreed with. So sorry, the Wedding of the Century might not happen. But, if it is still on, it might be postponed a year. Ninjas are broke. we can't afford $15,000 right now (and that is a relatively cheap wedding). It might get pushed back a year so I can get a jobby job and save for it. So anyways, if any of you hot bitches have been wanting me for the last 4 years, I am all yours right now. And all of you guys, now is your chance with the witty and saucy MarLa. (But don't get any ideas, close friends.)
I think I shall watch some tv until I go to bed. Peace Out.
Pwing
It's been a while. Where to start???? Movin out sucked, but not too bad. It could've been worse. It was hot as fuck though. Good thing everyone helped out movin, it would've never been done in a day. Drivin the UHaul wasn't too bad, but I was crammed in though. I had the tv, computer and computer monitor sitting up front with me. The back of the truck was also crammed into as well. There was no more fucking room left in that 14 feet of fun. I haven't finished moving in yet. The garage is still full of my shit, but I am almost moved into the pit. My room shall be a good ol time once it is done.
Man, this is hard, I can't think of shit to write, I'm havin writer's block and I am not even a writer. We (me, MarLa, Chris, and Jonathan) are currently having vibrant conversations about everything from Ron to Mike Tyson. I know many of you were expecting a good update, but you will have to wait. The good update will come another day...
Goes to Jonathan. Haven't seen him in a while, he is a good time. Lookin forward to many a hijinx this summer with him.
Whilst I study for my last exam for the semester, I thought I should give a quick update. Now, I don't want to say this, but I think I'm gonna have one of my best semesters ever. I don't want to say this because the last two semesters, I thought I did really shitty. Like real bad, but both times turned out golden. I'm afraid that if I declare victory this early, I will fuck it up somehow. So here's the lowdown on finals and possible grades so far...
Intermediate Financial Accounting II (ACC 306)
No final, but I had my last test of the semester last week. I seriously think that because of the low number of points available in the course, I dropped from a solid A (I mean rock hard boner solid) down to a B. I know what some of you are saying. "You fag, a B is good." This, I do know. Usually I'd accept a B and have a little jig for it. But, I had a great A, and it is a course that goes into my gpa for my major. Out of the 550 points, I bet I got a 25/50 for my paper. And on the last test, I didn't know how to calculate the Pension Expense. That problem was worth 30 points. So figuring I lost 25 and 30 and lets say 10 other random points, I went from an A to a 88%. Oh well.
International Economics (ECO 461)
This class I was cruisin in, and I figured I only needed like a 80 on the final for an A. I saw my teacher today and she thinks I had the highest grade on her easy ass final. I will go ahead and chalk up an A for this class.
Business Process Management (OPS 350)
I was doing well in this class too, but I never turned in a homework assignment early on. That may fuck me, we shall see. I think I kicked the final's ass, so I am going to declare a A/B (but leaning towards an A).
Organizational Behavior (MGT 301)
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I have honestly no clue. My final was half the grade and I don't know how I did. I could've either gotten a C or an A, I have no idea. This one is a crapshoot.
Survey of Operations Management (OPS 301)
We shall see with this one too. This one was weird, and this is the final I am studying for right now. Seriously, I almost aced the tests and did decent on the quizzes, but I failed all of the homework assignments. I got a 280/400 and a 100/200. I wouldn't be too worried, but as you can see, those homework assignments are worth a shitload of points. I heard that my final tomorrow is easy (from people that took it today). Time will ell for this one too.
Things with the house are going good. We have been cleaning a little preparing for the big move. It wouldn't be so hard, but we all have a ton of shit. I get my UHaul truck on Thursday and load that fucker up then with anything and everything. The bills are lookin good too, we only have to turn in our cable boxes (and pay the balance). The landlord will take care of gas and electric, and our phone turns off on the 1st. R.I.P. 937-223-2393. You truly were a great phone number. I don't think I will ever have such a good phone number ever again.
I'm lazy, so I'm not updating the get files yet. I'll do that for the next update, the update from good ol C-Town, representing the Dub-P. What what?
Shout Out of the Day...
Goes to 937.223.2393. Seriously, that is the best number ever. A monkey could memorize it. My left nut has probably memorized it.
Wow. I hope you bastards watched the hockey game last night. That was just incredible. And I think I am psychic. Right before he scored, I was thinking to myself "I bet someone scores soon." Pay me money and I'll tell you what you want to hear from dead people.
You know what sucks? The Indians. I know that they are rebuilding and are young, but it sucks that 1, I have Reds games on Fox Sports Net, and 2, that they loose all the time. It seems like that haven't won in forever. I'm glad they suck now, though. When I go home, I can go to about any game I want. There will not be any yuppies in front of my on a cell phone, no douche bags I want to jack in the face. My prediction from many a year ago came true, I knew that a losing season would clean out the Jake of all those cocksmokers.
I pray to God that the Cavaliers ( I used the proper terminology) loose the mini-lottery to the Nuggets next week. Well, actually it might be good if they win, because you know if they have the most ping-pong balls in there they will not get the number one pick somehow. They need the number two pick so they can take Carmello. There will be too much pressure and expectations wherever Lebron goes. Plus, he won't be a superstar for at least 3 more years, so by that time his contract will be up in Cleveland (or Denver) and he will go someplace else with a big market. I'm not saying it would suck to have him, the Cavs would actually sell some tickets. But it won't hurt the Cavs to not get him.
A psuedo shout out here goes to Nick. He pulled a Biff and got himself out of the gambling hole, big time actually. Anyone that needs some money talk to Nick. The Reacon Deacon says he is through with the gamblin. Don't worry Nick, I'll discover the Flux Capacitor so we can go to the future and get us a sports almanac.
Ha ha bitches. I am done with classes now. Now all I have to do is sweat out 4 finals and I'm done. And I don't have any papers or anything like that, just 4 old fashioned tests. I'm gettin my Uhaul truck on Thursday and comin home on Friday. Me, Kevin and Spencer started to clean the living room yesterday. We whipped out Tammie's carpet cleaner and went to town. We did three tanks of cleaning, and each time we poured out the dirty water, it looked like a glass of Guinness. The water was black and the top was soapy from the bubbles. It was nasty, but good to know that that shit came up out of the carpet.
Shout Out of the Day goes to...
My brother, Timmy. He is the one that hooked all of you up with those dazzling pictures of the Cady. He also left me drunken IMs last night.
This is weird. Any weekend for me is a 4-day weekend, but this past weekend seemed longer, maybe because it was an actual break. MarLa's mom Tammie converted over to the good side on Saturday night, and by good side I mean good ol Catholicism. I was her sponsor, the whole thing was nice. Afterwards, like 10 of us went to Geppetto's. Like I predicted about a month ago, my "lifetime ban" was bullshit from Geppetto's. When I walked in there Saturday night, I swallowed my pride and gave Matt a hearty wave. He replied "what's goin on." From there on I knew I was good as gold. It wasn't particularly crazy, we weren't in the bar. The bar was dead anyways. Everyone just drank their pitchers and long islands. Timmy wasn't even embarrassing, that was impressive. Karaoke was just awful. I swear every piece of white trash that was there sang, and they all sang country. This pissed us all off. So Timmy decides to fight one brand of white trash with another; we sang some AC/DC. We also found Hell's Bells is a very intriguing karaoke song to sing. There is like a 1:30 introduction to it, so I sang shit from Trogdor (see above link). So anyways, Timmy is whaling into it, high scratchy voice and all. I'm there as a lil backup, it was Timmy's show and I wasn't stealing it. Well like halfway through it, cockmaster karaoke runner turned our mikes off or really low. I was furious, but I kept my composure and he turned me back on. So I handed my mike to Timmy and I sat back down. Timmy did us proud, even though those at the bar didn't think so.
Sunday me, Timmy, MarLa and the parents went to my cousin's new home in Medina. Damn, I now have my motivation to make lots of money. This house wasn't ridiculously over the top or anything, it is just really nice, especially from someone that is like 26 or 27. I got my foot muddy in a ravine, but nothing else of too much interest happened on good ol 4.20, except that I smoked like a lot, dude, cuz, it's like 4.20 man, and you have to smoke on 4.20 dude. Just kiddin, yo.
Good news was had today. My mom fronted the money for our photographer deposit. We have known we wanted these guys for a long time, but never had any money for a deposit. They are really nice, really good, and really cheap, 3 good qualities for me. And, since we talked to them a long time ago, we still get their old cheap price of a grand plus proofs, where all other photographers are like 2500 for a good one. Well, they tell us, that we are the only 2004 wedding with that price, they jacked it up to 2500 for everyone else, but still get the good price. So now we have all of the major details; date, church, priest, reception hall, DJ, and photographer. We are ahead of schedule now, beyatch. Other fun news for the day, I have a 10 page paper due tomorrow, which I haven't started yet. Don't worry for me, I'll figure it out.
Shout Out for the Day...
Goes to my mommy. She came through big time today.
This is gonna be fast, I am about to make breakfast for Timmy and MarLa. What a lovely weekend. What is up with having nice weather for days in a row? It's even going to be nicer the next few days. 75 and sunny tomorrow. Nice. That is almost a bad thing, I need to get lot of work done tomorrow. Oh well. Spencer's room smells like absolute ass. He left Bonnie in her cage the other night, and she shat and pissed in it and threw it all around the cage. This isn't too bad, though, because it has one of those covers for that kind of thing. He took the cover outside to clean the next day, so during the night Bonnie threw up the shit she had eaten earlier. Yes, she ate her own shit. So now his carpet smells like dog vomit with a hint of dog shit thrown into it, because there is some dog shit in it. Oh well, breakfast time on that note.
Update part 2 for Sunday
The thing wouldn't upload when I did it this morning, so here is part two for today. You are talking to the newest Vice President of Chapter Operations of Delta Sigma Pi, Epsilon Tau Chapter. Fourth try tonight was the charm, but I finally won a position. That was the longest chapter ever. It started at 6, and I just got home now at 10:48 in the pm. Damn. I am a tired buckeroo, so I am hitting the hay. Peace out y'all.
Shout Out of the Day...
Goes to Sir Nicholas de Athens. He can use your guys' help. If any of you travel to the future, bring back a sports almanac just like Mr. McFly did in Back to the Future. That will make his favorite pastime a lot easier. Let's just hope he doesn't build an evil empire with his winnings.
Hello weekend. This figures to be a grand weekend with the addition of MarLa, Timmy, and possibly Chris as well. It would be perfect if a keg of Nati was present, but what are you going to do. I was taking a gander at the good ol planner and saw I have 4 days of classes left. Four fucking days, that is all. This was by far the fastest semester ever. Well that will happen when you have only two days of classes a week. You may be wondering about the Big Three, the Trifecta that wrecked havoc on me last night; two OPS tests today and my paper that was due Tuesday...
Paper: Eh. It basically sucked. I even told my teacher this.
OPS 350 Test: Are you kidding me? I could've shat out a test harder than that test.
OPS 301 Test: We will see. I left with one of those feelings of either acing it or pulling off a solid C.
I truly define procrastinator. I went to bed early Tuesday night (even passing on Nati Bottle Night) so I could wake up at a decent hour on Wednesday to study for those tests and write my already late paper. What did I accomplish Wednesday during the day? I cleaned my room, bought noodles from Ghetto-Kroger and beat the first quest on old school Zelda. I even got half way through the second quest, where I don't remember where everything is. I am truly worthless. I started doing my shit at like 10. But I was watching South Park and Chappelle's Show at the same time and was talking to MarLa on IM. Oh well, all is done now.
Shout Out of the Day...
Goes to JB. She had a healthy Alexander James, 6lbs and 20" last Sunday.
Ahh fuck. Right now it is 11 o'clock in the P.M. I have a paper due at 10:30 in the A.M. tomorrow morning in accounting. I cannot find shit to write about. My paper is on the difference between U.S. GAAP and international GAAP for deferred taxes. For those non accounting people out there, GAAP means Generally Accepted Accounting Principles. So, if any of you out there know about this, tell me so I can turn something in. Because of right now, I have nothin and the basketball game is on. This is tough. As a side note, make sure you read the Cady Update for some good news. Anyone reading this, come down here this weekend. MarLa, Chris and Timmy are coming down, and possibly Team Boey as well. If I get enough interest/money, I will get us a keg o' Nati for a good ol' fashion afternoon tapping, say 2-ish. Come on down, come one and all. We have plenty of couches to sleep on, or you can sleep with me (wink wink). Dude, this sucks ass. Why am I a procrastinator? Sorry, I am rambling. Well anyway, this is a quick update, I need to get back to work. Fun fact, only 432 days to the best wedding ever. I will be upset if anyone leaves our wedding sober (unless you're Prego).
Shout Out of the Day Goes to...
Nick Martin, for a few reasons. One, he asked me a while ago for one. Two, he is goin through all sorts of bullshit trying to buy a house. Three, he has to live with Timmy this summer and next year. Anyone that can live with Timmy deserves a shout out. So, I guess Mom and Dad, you also get a psuedo shout out here too. Also his past, current and future roomies as well, except you Elliot. You weren't nice to me. Nick Nardini, Nick Martin and Schnee are nice to me.
A happy April Fool's Day to you fuckers. This isn't that good, I was just bored and felt like updating it. Man, Nati Bottles are great, but they fucked me over today. I woke up hurtin and attended a whopping 1 out 5 classes today. All I did is lay around and work on a homework problem that I turned in at my one class today. Gracey is still a hurtin buckeroo I think. She still doesn't walk around a lot, but seems a little upbeat. This young man is officially broke. I plan on headin on to C-Town this weekend to make me some money hopefully. It is official, Chris and MarLa are coming down on the 12th. Everyone come on down. Maybe we will get a keg of Nati again if there is enough interest. Come to think of it, I would love a keg of Nati. I really don't have much more, I am just bored.
Shout Out of the Day...
Goes to Bryan Gibbons. After reading your journal yesterday, that was some scary shit and many a man has been there before. But then I read it just now and there was some good news posted there. Good for you. And that shit is no laughing matter. So enjoy your shout out Mr. Gibbons.
And the end to yet another weekend. I can't believe how fucking fast this semester is going by. I guess that will happen when you only have class twice a week. I bet the last few weeks will suck though, with papers and whatnot.
Word on the street has it that Team Boey was quite messed up on Saturday, his birthday. Like a trooper, he began the day drinking at 11 in the a.m. And like a trooper and yours truly, he got super wasted and belligerent. Way to go Team Boey. I hope to see a repeat performance when you come down here. For those keeping score at home, so far I believe Team Boey, Chris, MarLa, and Timmy will be making the road trip down here, hopefully on the 12th. Let me know if you wanna come down, it will be a grand ol time.
Bad news for the one and only Gracey...tomorrow she is gettin her womanlyhood taken away. She is gonna be a hurtin buckeroo. She did start to get along with Bonnie today, however. If dogs could be white trash, I think Gracey would look like a little white trash kid right now. She is in desperate need for a mop chop. You can't see her eyes half of the time because she is so nappy. All will be well later this week when she gets a mop chop hopefully.
The house is lookin a little better now, me and Nick did dishes for 3 1/2 hours while MarLa cleaned the living room. I can now cook and eat in harmony. I guess that's a bad thing though, I can afford to stay out of the kitchen.
Shout out of the Day...
Goes to Mr. Joe Henke. He thought of the brilliant idea for tomorrow night...Nati Bottle Night. I would have no problem making this a weekly affair.
Good news to be had by all. MarLa is comin' on down here tonight. Also, she bringing the one and only Gracey with her. Other than that, nothin' much goin' on up in here. It's gonna be fucking 76 degrees today, that kicks ass. Last night at Sarah's the cops came. It is beautiful that I don't have to worry anymore about the coppers.
Shout out of the day...
Goes to Team Boey himself, the one and only Joe, for tomorrow is his 21st birthday. He is supposed to come down here in a few weeks, and we will show him a grand ol' Dayton time.
03.25.03 - Update After Spring Break
Ah. Where to begin? Let's start last Saturday, the Ides of March. This was Chris's Birthday. Good times had by all. Marla was a trooper, coming out even though she went to the hospital the night before for being sick. We ended up where everyone should end up, O'Malley's Warren Village Lounge, at the one and only Geppetto's. What does Saturday mean? Karaoke. While the later part of the evening was blurry, I do remember that me, Team Boey (Joe for those of you who don't know), and Sean (Chris's brother) belted out a few good tunes. Nothin' beats drunken Karaoke. Good times were had by all.
St. Patty's Day went from extremely boring to fucking crazy. The day started off by going to the parade. A good time, but could've been gooder if alcohol was in the mix. Poor planning and timing meant no one got drunk before hand. The Rapid (a type of transit train, for those non-Clevelanders) was a grand ol' time. We saw many people we knew at the West Park Station, including Mr. Dan Hinkle among others. We were crammed into the train like cattle and everyone was loaded and singing, even drinking freely on the train. It was me, Marla, Erica, Matt her boyfriend, and Matt's brother's girlfriend. We could tell it wouldn't be great. Me, Marla and Erica wanted to go down farther to go to bars, but Matt didn't want to go to far because he had to work. We eventually left kinda early. So it's about 4 o'clock or so, and the four of us minus Matt begin drinking at Matt's house. We proceed to get wasted and play Catchphrase. That game can be very frustrating drunk. Me, Marla and Erica then proceed to Geppetto's where Johhny K the DJ is playing Irish music and whatnot. Drinking and fun is being had until about maybe 10 o'clock or so when me and Marla venture home. By now, I have had plenty to drink. As I am drinking more at Marla's house, I deem it to be a good idea to go back up to Geppetto's. As I often do, I become very stubborn when I m severely wasted. Marla tells me that I've had plenty and I don't need to go up there. This makes drunk stubborn Pat very mad. He has some choice words for her and proceeds to walk up to Geppetto's, while throwing a hissy fit knocking over garbage cans and breaking tree limbs. So by now I am very drunk and very emotional. As I am Walking in to Geppetto's, Tammie (Marla and Erica's mom) is leaving. She tells me that Erica is wasted and Matt (Her boyfriend and manager of Geppetto's) isn't looking after her and guys are taking advantage of her. I tell Tammie I shall look after her then. I see Ronnie, Sharkey and JR-Freezar in there and talk to them for a few minutes. By now, Marla has come up here and starts to take care of Erica. While Marla is trying to take care of Erica (the most wasted I have ever seen her, and those of you who know her, this is a big statement), a drunk lady is making it difficult for her to take care of her and is giving her shit. While Marla is dealing with those two drunks, I do a few shots of Rumplemans with Matt. This puts me over the top. Somehow, a few minutes later, I end up yelling at Matt for being a bad boyfriend, etc. Matt is about 28 or so and an ex-Marine. Don't let that fool you, however, he's not scary. So by now, me and Marla are in the parking lot and I'm still talkin' shit. Then Matt says something along the lines of come fight me or something like that, so I charged him. After calling me out, he then runs inside when I give chase. He closes the doors on me, so I begin to kick the doors. I break a tiny piece off of it, so he says "I'm callin' the cops," so me and Marla leave. I also during these turn of events call Johhny K a child molester and tell him to fuck off a few times. I really do feel bad about this. Johhny K has never done me any harm, except play crappy music from time to time. Johhny K, I am sorry. Marla then proves why she is the best ever and drives me to Walgreen's and buys me a giant Gatorade, a big water and a Snickers and makes me consume all. I do, and wake up with only a minor hangover, instead of death. I then find out the next day that Matt has given me a "lifetime ban" from Geppetto's. Bullshit.
Nothin much else of note happened over break. It was just a nice break. I worked a little bit, which will help greatly to have a little dough.
Shout out of the Break...
Goes to Marla. She took good care of me this week and put up with a lot of bullshit. She is a good egg. Don't worry, you too shall get a shout out soon too.
My brother needs help. I think all he does is play Law and Order the computer game. You really can't blame him, but seriously, his away message always says "playin law and order" or something like that. It's my fucking luck, this Saturday it is supposed to be 70 down here. I bet I'll go home to Cleveland and 50 degree weather. Lucky me. I got some pictures of formal today, mini shout out to Joe Henke for those. You will get a real shout out soon. IM me if you want to see some of em. I'm not gonna post them, I don't feel like it. If you wanna see the infamous Marla picture, let me know and I'll send it to you.
Super fast update here...
Now that it is the next day, I am remembering more and more facts from Windsor. First of all, thanks to Joe (Henke), I now know of a scandalous song that has a refrain that goes like this..."I am, I know what I am; I am, Can-aid-ian." Fuck you Canada. Fuck you in your maple leaf. Secondly, thanks to Mr. Henke's digital camera, you all shall get some pictures of formal when he gets around to emailing them to me. Thirdly, I am drunk right now on Nati Light bottles with the new labels. That shit is a good time. Fourthly, if MarLa allows it, there will be a super-scandalous picture of her posted here taken by the one and only Mr. Henke.
Shout out of the day...
Goes to Nick Beck. For those of you who don't know, he needs a shout out right now. SGA Elections are currently going on right now, and he needs your vote. Log onto http://elections.udayton.edu.
We are finally back from that strange and foreign land. And how are we welcomed back into our lovely States? A 5 minute grilling and a search of the Cady's trunk. MarLa is convinced he was going through her underwear the whole time he was back there. Can't someone just buy some cheap liquor at the Duty Free Shoppe? (we were in Canada, so I had to use that gay spelling). On that note, as many of you know, me and MarLa are gettin' hitched in 2004. If you are going to the land of the Maple Leaf, let me know, so I can give you some money to buy liquor. We are building up a hefty supply to make sure all you fucks have a good time that night. Friday night wasn't too bad, but our bartender was a cock-sucker. Fuck him (and I did at the end of the night with my piss poor tip). $2 shots of Canadian Club is not a good time, so don't think about it. I was a hurtin' buckeroo Saturday morning from that shit.
Saturday was the actual formal, which is always the worst 4 hours of the whole weekend. Next year, I don't think we will go to "formal", just go to Canaidia. Here is where that damn canuck wind fucked us. It was fucking cold as nuts to go anywhere. We finally landed at Pepper's (where we were VIPs and got to cut the long ass line). I was trying to mind my own bidniss and watch the fight on HBO, but a bunch of whores kept getting in the way. These were top of the line grade A whores. We all watched them, it was entertaining. Actually, it was probably as entertaining as the fight. The one pro-whore made out with at least 4 different guys, and this was only during the 10 minutes we were watching her. One of the bouncers was one of the "lucky" fellas who will soon experience mild burning in the genitalia area ("it burns when I pee"). The highlight of her performance was when we looked over, and she was giving a performance that one could buy at Pinky's (she was blowing the ghetto ass dude right there under his sweatshirt). That was impressive. I always wondered how MarLa's one friend got knocked up by fucking a dude in the Flats on a dance floor. Now I know how. That's about it from Windsor. There would be more, but I just don't remember half of the shit. I think I killed many a brain cell on Friday night. Oh yeah, the Casino. Fuck Casino Windsor. They now have all of mine and capital L's money. The Big Wheel, which is normally a great time, fucked us over all. MarLa did win pretty big on him early, but he slowly sucked us dry. And, if anyone knows how to play craps, tell me. It looks like a good time, but I have no clue what the fuck is going on.
Shout out of the day...
Goes to Chris. He wanted a shout out for a while. He gets this one for a few reasons. 1) He was the first person to sign the guestbook. 2)He told us aboot the bar we went to Friday. 3) He and Joe had to deal with my drunk dialing Friday night. And 4), he returned the favour Saturday night drunk dialing me, as did Joe. Sorry Joe, but Chris gets the shout out because he edged you out with the guestbook and he wanted it badly.
It is official, the great run of the beloved Camel Toes has fallen short once again in intramural tournament play. And, as the same as last year, we fell to the Puerto Rican team. Nothin against Puerto Ricans, but it seems like they have our number. They had some gay team name like The Smoothies or something like that. If I was Puerto Rican, I would have a cool name like the Rican Deacons (shout out to Nick). That would rock. Anyways I actually played pretty decent. I dove for three loose balls, I pissed off a few Puerto Ricans and collected a couple of fouls. And the Mad Gunner was on, going like 4 for 5 on the evening.
School is awesome with this awesome schedule. I am already halfway done with the week and have one more day of classes to go. True, I have a few tests Thursday, but I'll have to study Wednesday to kill time. And it is official, I definitely will have Fridays off once again next semester. For those of you scoring at home, this will be semester #4 with the good ol' 3 day weekend. And I just found out today that I only need 8 more classes to complete my double major and gradumatate. That kicks ass.
For you savvy tech people (read, computer nerds), tell me how to make a guest book. I'm just messin' with you guys, I really do envy you. You will own the world in 10 years when we normal people will not know how to work anything. I tried one thing to make a guest book and it is either A. a piece of shit, or B. (which I am leaning towards) I am retarded. I want you guys to be able to tell me how gay I am and whatnot in a guest book. Also, tell me how to make one of those side bar navigator thingies. I bet I learned how to in MIS 175, but I forget. Hey everyone, go to the link at the bottom to vote for UD. We need to keep climbing up the rankings, and I know we can do it. Come on, we all have fucking computers. Just go there and make up some bullshit email address. Vote like 10 times.
House update...we found out who are neighbors are and it shall be a good time indeed. For those of you who live in Dayton, they are the guys that live at "The Smallest Porch in the Ghetto" house. Good times will be expected next year. Also, as a bonus to our fine domicile, we found out today we have a back porch that wasn't in the floor plans. Said back porch also has some kind of utility closet too. We also have a water spicket on our house as well. That will be good times when it is hot as fuck in August and September. The Cady will also appreciate said water spicket since he can now be washed regularly. I definitely think I will have to wash and wax it with my shirt off blaring 104.7 FM (98.5 for you Clevelanders) on a hot summer afternoon. Nothin says white trash like washing your mid 80's car with no shirt and blasting classic rock. Hopefully we will even hear some AC/DC too. The possibilities are endless.
Shout out of the day...
Goes to Jill. Sorry about your uncle. Our prayers are with you.
Just got back to school to start my very tough 3-day school week, as it is every week. Please pray for me that I can have the strength to get through it all. Formal is this weekend in good ol Windsor, and I for one am pumped. Hopefully me and the little lady can win some monopoly money (read, Canadian Dollars) again this year. Watch out Friday night, ladies, for "you can find me in da club" in beautiful downtown Windsor. I may have to break out the Sprinkler or even the Grocery Shopper.
Apparently this Sunday there was a close call with the good ol landlord. He almost stumbled on our trifecta of evictable offenses; the dog was downstairs as was the cat, and the house reeked of wacky tobaccy. Luckily he isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer and roomies that were home handled it well. Evidence of said non-sharpness: when he covered our windows with plastic and stapled it to the frame. Yes, he stapled it. The only difference was we could see rippling plastic in the wind as the drafts flew into the living room.
Shout out of the day...
Goes to Bob the landlord. You are a decent guy even with before mentioned non-sharpness. I hear you signed this place for next year. Good, no more visits by people.
03.04.03 - Bob the Landlord
03.05.03 - Jill
03.10.03 - Chris
03.11.03 - Nick Beck
03.25.03 - MarLa (Spring Break Champion)
>03.28.03 - Joe (or Team Boey if you prefer)<
03.30.03 - Joe Henke
04.01.03 - Bryan Gibbons
04.07.03 - Nick Martin
04.10.03 - JB
04.13.03 - Nick Ortiz
04.21.03 - Kathy Gaughan
04.25.03 - Timmy
04.29.03 - 937.223.2393
05.08.03 - Jonathan
These are some good away messages I have encountered in my favorite pastime of reading away messages to kill time in class.
Crazydarb11:
"You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy,
the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest player in the NBA is Chinese,
the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the US of arrogance,
and Germany doesn't want to go to war."
The Dilznick318: "if The Bible has taught us nothing else...and it hasn't...it's that women should stick to women's sports, like hot-oil wrestling and foxy boxing and such and such"
a classic Simpsons line
Spider3426: "Playstation, by Sony, was forced into retierment today when Owner, Victor Martin, selected to buy up the rest of Game Cube's contract. Game Cube had a strong showing last season and with the added bonus of Metroid Prime and a memory card, Martin just could not pass up the deal. Its not over for Play station though. Martin is keeping him around in the front office as a back up CD player for the time being, but who knows when a Final Fantasy position might open up in the near future. Game cube had this to say after the news: "I am really excited to be part of the Martin team. I mean, that guys got high standards and gigantic balls. Hopefully, with the help of Metroid and the pre-ordered release of Zelda on the way I will be able to hold it down and get this team going. I'm just really happy to be here". "
Beast560: "i wanna go to Hollywood just so i can find Tony Danza's star and piss on it and say " Whose the boss now Tony? Whose the boss?""
Spencer is the boss
Spider3426: "Except for ending slavery, communism, nazism and fascism, war has never solved anything."
This is true
BigTator2000: "fuck off"
Settle down there fella
Thejoner:
"And shepherds we shall be
for thee my lord for thee.
Power hath decended forth from thy hand
so our feet may swiftly carry out thy command.
And we shall flow a river forth to thee
and teeming with souls shall it ever be.
E Nomini Patri, E fili, E Spiritu Sancti."
That is just bad ass, for all of those who knows what it is from
NckMartin: ""I don't think your getting me Nick, I was banging 16 year olds chicks when I was 21....Hell I just got a BJ from a 15 year old this past summer and I am 23" ~DeGross"
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Kman32782: "i am going going, back back to cleveland..."
You have to appreciate this one