Two friends with more experience than I myself have with alcohol have each proposed differing views on the best method of alcohol consumption.
"The answer is always malt liquor, preferably with energy drink mixed in."
-Lindsey Grad
"The tower of beer... It was more than enough, and it didn't contain anything cheap."
-Paul Fillmore
The take away point from these arguments is that whatever the best alcohol is, it isn't Vodka.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Time flies
The number of days between now and my 21st birthday is less than the number of years I've been alive. And there's more good news. I'm not taking Math any more, so now I can have a proper 21 run, with no tests in the morning. I also have less than 30 days before this interminable Autumn quarter is finally...terminal. Then I can get on with my life, and hopefully get back to inciting revolutions with my art.
This, I'm willing to wager, is not going to end well.
This, I'm willing to wager, is not going to end well.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
I had a hangover
I had a hangover on Saturday morning after my long night of drinking on Halloween. Today's the 4th, and I'm down to 28 days, 4 weeks exactly, until I can walk into a bar and order an Appletini, or a Jack and coke, or an entire bottle of wine. It's also another 5 weeks until I'm done with classes this quarter, then I'm down to about 5 quarters to finish up my degree.
I remember a day was that I couldn't imagine life after 21. Not that I couldn't imagine being alive, I just had no idea what it would be like, I just couldn't think past 21. It's finally setting in though, what life will be like at 21 years and one day.
I'll have a hangover, and it might never go away.
I remember a day was that I couldn't imagine life after 21. Not that I couldn't imagine being alive, I just had no idea what it would be like, I just couldn't think past 21. It's finally setting in though, what life will be like at 21 years and one day.
I'll have a hangover, and it might never go away.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
"Make Me Lose Control"
So before I was watching Season Two, Episode Three of Grey's Anatomy in which there's a patient who blushes uncontrollably and is going to have a surgery done to stop blushing. Two possible complications to the surgery included Brachial Plexus injury and a Neumothorax, which just happen to be the two things that I was in the hospital with for so long, and for some reason I couldn't focus at all in class.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Something Kurt Vonnegut said
"True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country."
My first time going to a strip club, I was incredibly nervous. I had no idea what to expect. In retrospect, I should have known exactly what to expect: Boobies, and men ogling boobies. Most of the boobies weren't very good at dancing, but it was a Tuesday, so I don't blame them.
The last dancer in the set danced to an Aero-Smith song that Stephen Tyler wrote about his daughter. Upon hearing it, Michael turned to me and said (roughly), "I bet Stephen Tyler would be pissed if he saw some girl stripping to this song." I thought about it, and then I turned to my right and noticed some guy I who went to high school with us, who had graduated a few years before us.
It suddenly occurred to me that the pair of tits on stage had a father, a gaggle of former high school classmates, and an incredibly low self-esteem. When she was done on stage she gave a lap dance to that guy from high school. Afterward, she had a father, a gaggle of former high school classmates, and forty bucks in her pocket. He had roughly the same pattern of attributes, minus the forty dollars, and I have to assume plus the low self-esteem.
"Life is no way to treat an animal."
My first time going to a strip club, I was incredibly nervous. I had no idea what to expect. In retrospect, I should have known exactly what to expect: Boobies, and men ogling boobies. Most of the boobies weren't very good at dancing, but it was a Tuesday, so I don't blame them.
The last dancer in the set danced to an Aero-Smith song that Stephen Tyler wrote about his daughter. Upon hearing it, Michael turned to me and said (roughly), "I bet Stephen Tyler would be pissed if he saw some girl stripping to this song." I thought about it, and then I turned to my right and noticed some guy I who went to high school with us, who had graduated a few years before us.
It suddenly occurred to me that the pair of tits on stage had a father, a gaggle of former high school classmates, and an incredibly low self-esteem. When she was done on stage she gave a lap dance to that guy from high school. Afterward, she had a father, a gaggle of former high school classmates, and forty bucks in her pocket. He had roughly the same pattern of attributes, minus the forty dollars, and I have to assume plus the low self-esteem.
"Life is no way to treat an animal."
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