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| ahh its been a week since i've been back to the states, and my english is still a little fobby. i miss english...especially the part where i understand what people are saying to me. a month and a week in the PI and i start to lose grasp of the only language i ever spoke (relatively) well? i need some socialization...oh yeah, but i already graduated. what am i gonna do with myself? hm...good question. i wanna work at gamestop or become a barista. yup...that's why i went to college. ok. i wrote as much as i could. i think i forgot how to write too.
need...more...food
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| approximately 2 bags of cough drops, 1 bag of vitamin c supplements that i thought were cough drops, 1 bottle of robitussin for nights, another half bottle of robitussin cf, 4 cups of some gross half lemon juice half tea crap that was supposed to help my throat, 3 bowls of soup, and 19 hours of sleep.
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| my poor ipod...one day it was working relatively fine the next its submersed in a pool of orange fanta. why did it have to be destroyed by orange fanta? i like orange fanta...one note samba: the song i miss listening to the most on it.
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| yeah i should be studying, but the more i do it the more i think about making this freakin post...so i guess story time?
ok. the first one happened probably a week ago, and it taught me an important lesson; never cross bums. so i'm walking to school in the morning, and i am passing by the park where polk street meets morgan. i see 3 bums around a park bunch, and 2 are standing while one is sitting. As i come closer, i notice that one of the standing bums is choking the one sitting, and then i heard him speak. "dont you EVER fuckin make fun of your friends like that again." "this guy," he explains as points to the other stander, "can beat your ass up if he ever wanted to." yeah. and then i started to walk a little faster.
a little earlier in the week, i was walking through the quad, and this dood that looked like he sold onion newspapers for a living approached me. he started telling me about this aids walk thingy, and since i had nothing to do, i thought i'd entertain him a little by listening to him. then, i heard this buzzing around my ear, and he stopped his speech and fixed his eyes on something. a bee landed on my shoulder, and for some reason, he cocked his arm back then slapped my shoulder as hard as he could to kill it. surprised, i said "what the hell did you do that for!?" he replied, "i saved yo life," and pointed to the bee on the floor.
and last...on saturday i went to my best friend's sister's wedding. his mom knew jesse white, and he was at the wedding as well. yeah...i went to the bathroom with jesse white.
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| a story about bums, AIDS & Bees, and peeing in the bathroom with Jesse White
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