Saturday, February 28, 2004
My popularity increases more and more with each passing day. Owain and Scody have left comments for me. I have no idea who these people are. I tried to follow links from Owain's page to try to find someone I knew and thus understand how he got here, but I just ran into a bunch of blogs of porn stars. (I'm sure Mike and David will find this information very useful.) Speaking of David...
So David, Geetha, B. Woo, Peter and I went to a party at USC. This would be the first one of these parties that I've gone to with the intention of drinking. They usually have lots of diffenet kinds of alcohol. I want to learn what I like without having to pay for it, so this sounded like a good idea. Unfortunately this party was quite lampy. The only booze was a bottle of Smirnoff Ice that Bobby found and a keg of cheap beer. I found some Newcastles later on, but then some guy came up and was like, "We bought these, you can't have any." Anyway. I got my first party foul, at least according to Peter. I backed into someone while talking to David. We often get very animated when we talk. He tried to convince me that the deadlift works the entire back, upper and lower. I am still skeptical. I think the best part of the party was the bacon. One girl who lived there but was not participating in the party made a BLT before she went to bed. The appartment then had the most amazing smell. I wanted to do grease shot, but no one seemed to agree with me there. Anyway.
So a few weeks ago I went to Woo's house between classes. We hang out for a bit, complain that there is no Yu-Gi-Oh on and decide to leave for class. We take seperate cars. I was following Bobby. On the way over the Brand New song "The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows" comes on the radio. Bobby and I find Brand New to be quite entertaining. How could they not be? Two lead singers, one of which sounds like Morrisey (Screw Morrisey!!!) and another that just screams. So I'm listening to the song and getting really into it, sreaming along, throwing in some hand gestures, playing some air drums, etc. Then I start to act out the video where someone gets hit by a car. All good stuff. I then look over and see an Explorer with three girls (lets just say they were cute, although I didn't really get a good look) looking at me and laughing. And it turns out that Bobby wasn't even listening to the radio. Anyway, the moral of the story: I am an dork.
(P.S.: Screw Morrisey was a band name I came up with a while ago. My logic is that everyone either loves Morrisey or hates him. Thus, the name incites imediate emotional response, much more than say a band called something stupid, like Five for Fighting.)
(BTW: Asking someone to remove a fairly inocuous post from their blog is super lampy. How can we ask for such and not demand that David remove his entire blog? (No offense David. And I know you will take none. Thus I chose you for the example and not someone who would get offended, like ______ or ___________ or Dr. _______.))
So David, Geetha, B. Woo, Peter and I went to a party at USC. This would be the first one of these parties that I've gone to with the intention of drinking. They usually have lots of diffenet kinds of alcohol. I want to learn what I like without having to pay for it, so this sounded like a good idea. Unfortunately this party was quite lampy. The only booze was a bottle of Smirnoff Ice that Bobby found and a keg of cheap beer. I found some Newcastles later on, but then some guy came up and was like, "We bought these, you can't have any." Anyway. I got my first party foul, at least according to Peter. I backed into someone while talking to David. We often get very animated when we talk. He tried to convince me that the deadlift works the entire back, upper and lower. I am still skeptical. I think the best part of the party was the bacon. One girl who lived there but was not participating in the party made a BLT before she went to bed. The appartment then had the most amazing smell. I wanted to do grease shot, but no one seemed to agree with me there. Anyway.
So a few weeks ago I went to Woo's house between classes. We hang out for a bit, complain that there is no Yu-Gi-Oh on and decide to leave for class. We take seperate cars. I was following Bobby. On the way over the Brand New song "The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows" comes on the radio. Bobby and I find Brand New to be quite entertaining. How could they not be? Two lead singers, one of which sounds like Morrisey (Screw Morrisey!!!) and another that just screams. So I'm listening to the song and getting really into it, sreaming along, throwing in some hand gestures, playing some air drums, etc. Then I start to act out the video where someone gets hit by a car. All good stuff. I then look over and see an Explorer with three girls (lets just say they were cute, although I didn't really get a good look) looking at me and laughing. And it turns out that Bobby wasn't even listening to the radio. Anyway, the moral of the story: I am an dork.
(P.S.: Screw Morrisey was a band name I came up with a while ago. My logic is that everyone either loves Morrisey or hates him. Thus, the name incites imediate emotional response, much more than say a band called something stupid, like Five for Fighting.)
(BTW: Asking someone to remove a fairly inocuous post from their blog is super lampy. How can we ask for such and not demand that David remove his entire blog? (No offense David. And I know you will take none. Thus I chose you for the example and not someone who would get offended, like ______ or ___________ or Dr. _______.))
