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You know you're a toller when the prospect of public events disgusts you, and signs of rain make you happy. Yesterday was 'Cruizin' the Park' at LH, and I was at usually-nice-and-peaceful Waltz road. But, see, people are retarded, and they drive all the way down to me from the Huron River Drive entrance, that's like right by the car show, turn around, and then proceed to ask me where the hell it is. Fdsfdgs WHAT? What are you saying? Why are you here? TULIP TREE, TULIP TREEEE. IT WAS LIKE THE FIRST THING YOU SAW OH GOD GO AWAY. D:> Also mad props to the patrons who have parties there, but refrain from telling the guests as to particularly where, and then not even being on the events list.
Needless to say, I found the general public to be a lot more annoying and dull-witted today than usual. And I hardly got any drawing done, to my dismay. Instead, I ended up watching Cabaret and Gladiator to make time go by faster. My love of Liza Minelli goes up five points each time I watch Cabaret. Her eyes are terrifying and look like eyeball spiders or something; so much mascara. Eerie.
Friday night was final-gathering-before-college-eats-us over at Sam's, and it was Steve, Sam, Tim, Gene, Jakey, Renee, Britt, and Josh. BeardGene is still strange and unusual, but it is becoming tolerable. We played Jenga (we're hip?) and I made little animals out of my kneaded eraser, then we got ice cream at Blue Sky, then went back to Sam's. They made me watch them play darts and had to literally drag me out of the room to do so, cause as I said a million times that night, Darts is gay. XD At the end of the night, Sam went to see Tim off and came back all teary-eyed n' stuff. Huh. Everyone's really choked up about going back to school, but it really hasn't effected me so bad. I'll see 'em again, hell, Sam's coming back down with Tim Labor Day AND the 16th for Ren Fest.
Though, the prospect of waking up in the morning and not having a hello from my Dad is kind of depressing. But I'll be home on the weekends, so it shouldn't be so bad. Here's hoping the Towers residential suites have a more..uh, mature? sort of people that don't have their cellphones echoing through the halls at 3am. Oh God and we have stoves. I hope the stoners don't want toast at 5am and burn shit, like Lee's experience at State. DX
Tim said he hoped that the black guy who showed up in his room one night dressed as a banana (I kid you not) was still there. Because that is an amazing experience to have. Also, he's gonna miss his stoner roomie, if only because he liked to freak him the hell out with peek-a-boo. Oh, college.
It is wet and gray outside, and I hope that it stays as such for my afternoon shift at good ol' number 7. The I-275 joyfest where all the out-of-towners come rollin' in. Oh well. Movies.
Also, some of y'all should hop a Greyhound for September 16, and come Renaissance festin' with me. 8D
Needless to say, I found the general public to be a lot more annoying and dull-witted today than usual. And I hardly got any drawing done, to my dismay. Instead, I ended up watching Cabaret and Gladiator to make time go by faster. My love of Liza Minelli goes up five points each time I watch Cabaret. Her eyes are terrifying and look like eyeball spiders or something; so much mascara. Eerie.
Friday night was final-gathering-before-college-eats-us over at Sam's, and it was Steve, Sam, Tim, Gene, Jakey, Renee, Britt, and Josh. BeardGene is still strange and unusual, but it is becoming tolerable. We played Jenga (we're hip?) and I made little animals out of my kneaded eraser, then we got ice cream at Blue Sky, then went back to Sam's. They made me watch them play darts and had to literally drag me out of the room to do so, cause as I said a million times that night, Darts is gay. XD At the end of the night, Sam went to see Tim off and came back all teary-eyed n' stuff. Huh. Everyone's really choked up about going back to school, but it really hasn't effected me so bad. I'll see 'em again, hell, Sam's coming back down with Tim Labor Day AND the 16th for Ren Fest.
Though, the prospect of waking up in the morning and not having a hello from my Dad is kind of depressing. But I'll be home on the weekends, so it shouldn't be so bad. Here's hoping the Towers residential suites have a more..uh, mature? sort of people that don't have their cellphones echoing through the halls at 3am. Oh God and we have stoves. I hope the stoners don't want toast at 5am and burn shit, like Lee's experience at State. DX
Tim said he hoped that the black guy who showed up in his room one night dressed as a banana (I kid you not) was still there. Because that is an amazing experience to have. Also, he's gonna miss his stoner roomie, if only because he liked to freak him the hell out with peek-a-boo. Oh, college.
It is wet and gray outside, and I hope that it stays as such for my afternoon shift at good ol' number 7. The I-275 joyfest where all the out-of-towners come rollin' in. Oh well. Movies.
Also, some of y'all should hop a Greyhound for September 16, and come Renaissance festin' with me. 8D
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I've always been like that, and I've never been a toller. :\
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I have to ask: did I do something to make you angry, lately? You seem rather bitey.
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And I'm sorry if you thought I was mad at you; I don't mean to be. DX
OH CLOUD YOU SUCK DESPITE YOUR ACCURATE PORTRAYAL OF CURRENT STATUS.
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Oh, it's okay. I really can't say anything after a certain recent post of mine. Don't worry about it.
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I hope it rains! Just... where you are, not where I am. XD Moving in in the rain, not so fun.
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I would so go to the Ren Faire with you. Let's see what happens, yeah?
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and when I tell someone not to drive on the bike path again after he drives on it for a couple hundred yards... he yells at me "even a 10 year old knows not to drive on a bike path" uhh but you are like 70.... hrmm.
you were not the only one wishing for rain :)
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