woo! Thanksgiving break was relatively unproductive. I spent four days going out and three of them in smokey ass bars. I don't mind the occasional smokey bar, especially if it's the Artists' Quarter, but the bar scene got real old real quickly.
On Thanksgiving night, Amy and I went to some girl's birthday party at a gay bar and celebrated with some good old fashioned karaoke. drinks (and people) were drunk. songs were sung. hair was pulled. necks were bitten. laps were sat on. tears were shed. and enough drama for everyone was distributed among the masses. Communist lesbians, strangely enough, but sincerely, confessed how I made them want to go straight while others shoved dollars down my pants and tore off my shirt. in short, what a night.
I apologize for the quality of some of the following pictures. The camera wasn't on the correct setting for some of them, thus making a few kinda crappy.
My siren, Amy, singing a marvelous all sit-down rendition of "Yellow Submarine." Actually, she looked quite miserable and lonely while singing that song, prompting me to sit next to her and sing along, which I'm sure just made it sound ten times worse. but at least she wasn't miserable anymore.
mrawrr! It's me sexin it up and rockin out with "Hit Me Baby One More Time." Do those penguin boxers scream HOT or what?
There's another dollar down there somewhere...
Just to reiterate, what an evening. That was the shittiest and happiest night I'd had in a good long while...
Friday night, my bud Jason was in town so we had to hang out, listen to music & shoot the shit. Man, if that lad was even a moderately good lookin female I'd be all over him. maybe. Not a whole lot else happened but twas good times, I tells ya. That night I had a dream of the apocalypse.
Why, it's my good friend Jason and he's havin himself a rather enjoyable sit.
It's Dave with a look of longing for Jason.
On Saturday night my friend Shelley wanted me to meet a friend of hers from Ireland/Iowa so we naturally had to visit an Irish pub. Afterward we all came over to my dorm & watched Labyrinth. One cannot help but be entranced and/or mesmerized by David Bowie's prominent package.
oigh. Here's me (in an unappealing picture with a squidgy left eye and the latest incarnation of my horrible hairstyles. I gotta grow it back out or cut that shit short again cuz it ain't stayin that way) and Shelley in front of a Irish singin duo.
Tis Shelley clapping along to the dancin Irishman...who you can't really see. He was pretty good, and apparently pretty hot? That was the word on the street anyway.
In other news, school's stressing the shit outta me and I still don't have a teacher to take me in for my student teaching next semester. I'm hoping to catch Neil Gaiman at Dream Haven Books this Saturday and I'm also developing a bit of a potty mouth. good heavens.
The song of the week is "King Without a Crown" by the heppest Orthodox Jew reggae singer around, Matisyahu.
On Thanksgiving night, Amy and I went to some girl's birthday party at a gay bar and celebrated with some good old fashioned karaoke. drinks (and people) were drunk. songs were sung. hair was pulled. necks were bitten. laps were sat on. tears were shed. and enough drama for everyone was distributed among the masses. Communist lesbians, strangely enough, but sincerely, confessed how I made them want to go straight while others shoved dollars down my pants and tore off my shirt. in short, what a night.
I apologize for the quality of some of the following pictures. The camera wasn't on the correct setting for some of them, thus making a few kinda crappy.
My siren, Amy, singing a marvelous all sit-down rendition of "Yellow Submarine." Actually, she looked quite miserable and lonely while singing that song, prompting me to sit next to her and sing along, which I'm sure just made it sound ten times worse. but at least she wasn't miserable anymore.
mrawrr! It's me sexin it up and rockin out with "Hit Me Baby One More Time." Do those penguin boxers scream HOT or what?
There's another dollar down there somewhere...
Just to reiterate, what an evening. That was the shittiest and happiest night I'd had in a good long while...
Friday night, my bud Jason was in town so we had to hang out, listen to music & shoot the shit. Man, if that lad was even a moderately good lookin female I'd be all over him. maybe. Not a whole lot else happened but twas good times, I tells ya. That night I had a dream of the apocalypse.
Why, it's my good friend Jason and he's havin himself a rather enjoyable sit.
It's Dave with a look of longing for Jason.
On Saturday night my friend Shelley wanted me to meet a friend of hers from Ireland/Iowa so we naturally had to visit an Irish pub. Afterward we all came over to my dorm & watched Labyrinth. One cannot help but be entranced and/or mesmerized by David Bowie's prominent package.
oigh. Here's me (in an unappealing picture with a squidgy left eye and the latest incarnation of my horrible hairstyles. I gotta grow it back out or cut that shit short again cuz it ain't stayin that way) and Shelley in front of a Irish singin duo.
Tis Shelley clapping along to the dancin Irishman...who you can't really see. He was pretty good, and apparently pretty hot? That was the word on the street anyway.
In other news, school's stressing the shit outta me and I still don't have a teacher to take me in for my student teaching next semester. I'm hoping to catch Neil Gaiman at Dream Haven Books this Saturday and I'm also developing a bit of a potty mouth. good heavens.
The song of the week is "King Without a Crown" by the heppest Orthodox Jew reggae singer around, Matisyahu.
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your Package restaurant idea intrigues me. although, i think i might be a bit weirded out if i ate there just cuz i dont want to think about my food being near someones crotch. ew...crotch food
i havent seen the trailer for x3 yet, but im definetly going to see it when it comes out. phoenix is in it and she was pretty bad ass. also, i hear gambit will be in it which is something thats been a long time coming. remy lebeau...sigh...
ive got one essay out of three done so far. theyre due on tuesday. too bad the essay i finished was the short/easy one. damn, doom still awaits me...
AARR!!!