Recap of the Weekend.
Wednesday. Sherwood.
The pictures didn't post, because I was being a dumbshit, YAY.
Thursday.
I lay in bed all day.
Seriously, I got nothing done that I said I was going to do.
Friday.
Went over to meiofaunaman 's house.
It was pretty nice, until I almost had a lethal run-in with his homophobic father.
He just showed up, and I had to hide in John's room for about an hour, until spiffyguitar came home and the father left.
Then their mother took us out to dinner. It was really good. For those of you who have not yet eaten at the delicious Star of India, I highly recommend it. Fucking good curry, yo.
Saturday.
What the fuck did I do Saturday? This is a what the shit is this moment.
I can't remember what I did Saturday. Hoooly fucking shit.
Hmm.
Must not have been anything interesting.
Sunday.
This day was fucking awesome.
Basically, I ran into my old friend Diandra Ryan-Mas (who I hadn't seen in about 4 months) twice. The first was at about noon at smiths. The second was after a service thingy for people who died because of domestic violence.
I went with meiofaunaman and maniavalentine , WHO NEVER POSTS ANYMORE. Grawr, Gabbi, post something.
Srsly, woman.
Anyway. The service was pretty touching, although it was way more religious than I thought it would be.
After the service, we had another run-in with Di, and we decided that it was a sign.
So she made me and John follow her home. It was pretty kick-ass.
On the way we went and saw her weekend's accomplishment.
Her words exactly: "Coming up, see if you can find anything amiss."
She uses the word "amiss" so much. It's awesome. I should use it more.
Anyway. We came to an intersection, and I, being me, looked at the Railroad Crossing sign and then looked past it to the house behind the intersection.
It took me a full two minutes to realize THERE WAS NO RAILROAD.
Basically she stole a stop sign, but she didn't want to obstruct traffic, so she replaced it with a Railroad Crossing sign from her friend Jimin.
Which takes us to the next event of the evening.
We stopped (or "got lost", as Di put it) at Jimin's house on the way back to Di's dad's house. His mother is an adorable Asian woman who insisted on feeding John fish. John refused, but she gave us cooookies instead.
Cooookies.
Anyway. We went down to Jimin's room, where Di repeatedly hit her head on the Yanggeum (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yanggeum) on his wall.
We watched this:
It's the most amazing thing ever. I especially like the boobs dance. You know, the one where she dislocates her chest? It's located at about 1:50 to 1:56. But srsly, you guys. Shakira makes Danzig want to speak Spanish. Although I'd like to point out that "Antipasto" and "Robert De Niro" are NOT SPANISH.
Then we discussed making an 1nt4rw3bz macro that says "Hips Don't Lie. Needs More Danzig." Like, a demotivational poster, you know?
Then we looked at various lulzy macros, and left.
Di gave John a ride home, where John went to "bed". As he was pretending to fall asleep, Di and I sat on top of her car exchanging stories.
Soon, John attempted to sneak out of his window, and FELL. Commence stifled laughter.
Srsly, Di and I were struggling to keep quiet so as not to alert John's mother to his naughtiness.
We went back to Di's dad's house, where she burnt me three CDs, and we talked about random shits. Somehow we deteriorated to the point where we were talking about Ryan Tani jacking off with hand sanitizer. Which led to a song Di's band wrote about "Ryan Raunchy" and his adventures with masturbation. It's called "Disasterbation", and the lyrics can be found in the blog of the lovely Illegal Beagle (myspace.com/illegalbeaglemmska, i think). It's based off a true story. I know both kids involved.
Then John and I wandered around town and eventually visited synthesizia, who was still recovering from having her wisdom tooth pulled, the poor deary. After that, Di gave John yet another ride home, where he did actually (i think) go to bed this time. Then, Di and I went to Village Inn, where we ordered a side of toast on Sourdough and nothing else, and then tipped fifty percent, which wasn't that hard because the grand total was about 2 bucks.
Monday.
I was sick.
Tuesday.
I was sick. Again. Had a fever toward the end of the day, actually.
WHICH TOTALLY EXPLAINS WHY I WENT TO SCHOOL TODAY.
Anyway. Yeah. Pretty constructive weekend, I'd say.
The pictures didn't post, because I was being a dumbshit, YAY.
Thursday.
I lay in bed all day.
Seriously, I got nothing done that I said I was going to do.
Friday.
Went over to meiofaunaman 's house.
It was pretty nice, until I almost had a lethal run-in with his homophobic father.
He just showed up, and I had to hide in John's room for about an hour, until spiffyguitar came home and the father left.
Then their mother took us out to dinner. It was really good. For those of you who have not yet eaten at the delicious Star of India, I highly recommend it. Fucking good curry, yo.
Saturday.
What the fuck did I do Saturday? This is a what the shit is this moment.
I can't remember what I did Saturday. Hoooly fucking shit.
Hmm.
Must not have been anything interesting.
Sunday.
This day was fucking awesome.
Basically, I ran into my old friend Diandra Ryan-Mas (who I hadn't seen in about 4 months) twice. The first was at about noon at smiths. The second was after a service thingy for people who died because of domestic violence.
I went with meiofaunaman and maniavalentine , WHO NEVER POSTS ANYMORE. Grawr, Gabbi, post something.
Srsly, woman.
Anyway. The service was pretty touching, although it was way more religious than I thought it would be.
After the service, we had another run-in with Di, and we decided that it was a sign.
So she made me and John follow her home. It was pretty kick-ass.
On the way we went and saw her weekend's accomplishment.
Her words exactly: "Coming up, see if you can find anything amiss."
She uses the word "amiss" so much. It's awesome. I should use it more.
Anyway. We came to an intersection, and I, being me, looked at the Railroad Crossing sign and then looked past it to the house behind the intersection.
It took me a full two minutes to realize THERE WAS NO RAILROAD.
Basically she stole a stop sign, but she didn't want to obstruct traffic, so she replaced it with a Railroad Crossing sign from her friend Jimin.
Which takes us to the next event of the evening.
We stopped (or "got lost", as Di put it) at Jimin's house on the way back to Di's dad's house. His mother is an adorable Asian woman who insisted on feeding John fish. John refused, but she gave us cooookies instead.
Cooookies.
Anyway. We went down to Jimin's room, where Di repeatedly hit her head on the Yanggeum (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yanggeum) on his wall.
We watched this:
Click to viewIt's the most amazing thing ever. I especially like the boobs dance. You know, the one where she dislocates her chest? It's located at about 1:50 to 1:56. But srsly, you guys. Shakira makes Danzig want to speak Spanish. Although I'd like to point out that "Antipasto" and "Robert De Niro" are NOT SPANISH.
Then we discussed making an 1nt4rw3bz macro that says "Hips Don't Lie. Needs More Danzig." Like, a demotivational poster, you know?
Then we looked at various lulzy macros, and left.
Di gave John a ride home, where John went to "bed". As he was pretending to fall asleep, Di and I sat on top of her car exchanging stories.
Soon, John attempted to sneak out of his window, and FELL. Commence stifled laughter.
Srsly, Di and I were struggling to keep quiet so as not to alert John's mother to his naughtiness.
We went back to Di's dad's house, where she burnt me three CDs, and we talked about random shits. Somehow we deteriorated to the point where we were talking about Ryan Tani jacking off with hand sanitizer. Which led to a song Di's band wrote about "Ryan Raunchy" and his adventures with masturbation. It's called "Disasterbation", and the lyrics can be found in the blog of the lovely Illegal Beagle (myspace.com/illegalbeaglemmska, i think). It's based off a true story. I know both kids involved.
Then John and I wandered around town and eventually visited synthesizia, who was still recovering from having her wisdom tooth pulled, the poor deary. After that, Di gave John yet another ride home, where he did actually (i think) go to bed this time. Then, Di and I went to Village Inn, where we ordered a side of toast on Sourdough and nothing else, and then tipped fifty percent, which wasn't that hard because the grand total was about 2 bucks.
Monday.
I was sick.
Tuesday.
I was sick. Again. Had a fever toward the end of the day, actually.
WHICH TOTALLY EXPLAINS WHY I WENT TO SCHOOL TODAY.
Anyway. Yeah. Pretty constructive weekend, I'd say.