*Kollin smacks me on the arm*
Me: What the fuck?
*I look down and the bug is still on my arm, dead*
Kollin: Look! I was just swatting at the bug, see?
Well, after getting pretty drunk at the Bazaar Sunday, I realized that I have a small sunburn on my shoulders.
Gay.
Well, this is the last week before finals and I dont know how well I did this semester. I think I pulled out of here with mostly C's.
Thats what I get for not studying like I should have been all semester.
Oh, I got a lab bill in the mail today, and it was due like two weeks ago. Please tell me why I am just now receiving it in the mail?
Sauce.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Think
Jen: I really want to eat a banana split for breakfast, but I had one for dinner last night.
Mom: Drink a glass of V8.
Well, this week was rather diffcult. Tuesday a good man died. He was friends with like the whole world so it was extremely sad to find out he was gone.
I spent most of the week trying to make the man feel better, but obviously, the one thing that would make it alright is impossible.
Ive never been good at consoling people, but apparently I do a pretty good job, because last night he was so upset and wanting me there that Rabb called at 3:30 in the morning, and of course, I came right over.
Its so wierd how you can be fine one moment and the next moment, you're a part of some huge disaster. It makes you think about how you really should just say fuck it and live life to the fullest, that and you dont know who youve touched just by being alive.
It makes me think about myself as a person. I mean, I can be the biggest bitch and Ive got some serious flaws and I complain a lot about things that really dont matter. But If I died tomorrow, is that what people would remember?
It makes me think twice about saying "no" and in a way I feel like I need to call that friend back, just in case its the last time I can.
I sucks that things like this are what opens people's eyes, and I think its really shitty that things like this are what people need to realize things about themselves.
As much as we all question "Why him?", we need to sit back and think..."What can I learn from this?"
Its possible that everyone who passes away leaves a message for everyone around them.
So what did I get out of this besides the loss of a great man and a crowd of grieving friends?
Something I rarely do.
Always check your blind spot.
Thats how Im looking at this. And even as I say this, I think to myself "What the hell did I have to learn from the deaths of Leonard Cruz and Gino?"
I guess some things are best left unexplained.
Mom: Drink a glass of V8.
Well, this week was rather diffcult. Tuesday a good man died. He was friends with like the whole world so it was extremely sad to find out he was gone.
I spent most of the week trying to make the man feel better, but obviously, the one thing that would make it alright is impossible.
Ive never been good at consoling people, but apparently I do a pretty good job, because last night he was so upset and wanting me there that Rabb called at 3:30 in the morning, and of course, I came right over.
Its so wierd how you can be fine one moment and the next moment, you're a part of some huge disaster. It makes you think about how you really should just say fuck it and live life to the fullest, that and you dont know who youve touched just by being alive.
It makes me think about myself as a person. I mean, I can be the biggest bitch and Ive got some serious flaws and I complain a lot about things that really dont matter. But If I died tomorrow, is that what people would remember?
It makes me think twice about saying "no" and in a way I feel like I need to call that friend back, just in case its the last time I can.
I sucks that things like this are what opens people's eyes, and I think its really shitty that things like this are what people need to realize things about themselves.
As much as we all question "Why him?", we need to sit back and think..."What can I learn from this?"
Its possible that everyone who passes away leaves a message for everyone around them.
So what did I get out of this besides the loss of a great man and a crowd of grieving friends?
Something I rarely do.
Always check your blind spot.
Thats how Im looking at this. And even as I say this, I think to myself "What the hell did I have to learn from the deaths of Leonard Cruz and Gino?"
I guess some things are best left unexplained.
Monday, April 20, 2009
loews, anyone?
Jen: I cant believe I need a shopping cart in Loews.
Me: I cant believe Im at Loews.
Well, there was a HUGE DOUCHE who took up two parking spaces, so I wrote a note that said "You Are A DOUCHE"
and put it under his windshield wiper.
I hope he found it that jackass.
Me: I cant believe Im at Loews.
Well, there was a HUGE DOUCHE who took up two parking spaces, so I wrote a note that said "You Are A DOUCHE"
and put it under his windshield wiper.
I hope he found it that jackass.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Hats and Douchebags
Kollin: Oh yeah and then you can wear the hat I got you!
Gabby: You mean the hat you stole from me and then gave back?
Kollin: Yes.
So....this weekend has pretty much blown ass. I did literally nothing on Friday but sit around and watch movies with the man, cool I guess, but had there been something better to do I would have jumped.
It rained all day on Saturday. However, the man and me hit the Galleria in search of a new hat for him. He kept rejecting them because they all touched his ears.....okay....
THEN after driving aimlessly for about an hour, Pate called and reminded us of this crawfish boil we were going to (we had to bring diapers cause the chick is pregnant). Ok, no big deal except when Kollin gets drunk, he is either all lovey dovey or a complete douche.
Guess what he decided to be? yeah, a douche and a half. (although I will give him credit that he was a little lovey dovey while getting drunk)
So at one point, he gets pissy that I keep smoking his cigarettes and goes and buys more along with some beer, taking Pate and leaving me alone.
Ok, cool....except it was WAY awkward not knowing anyone. at all.
So when they come back I am more than ready to go.
I tell Kollin I am leaving in the middle of his plate of crawfish (I told him my stomach was hurting, which, it kind of was) and could he get a ride to B-Dubs to watch the game with Pate.
He got pissy again and told me just to wait. So I started to get really fed up.
THEN
he decided he wanted to go to his house to put the extra beer in his fridge. WELL.
I was not getting out of the car so I didnt have to come face to face with an awkward conversationg with his mom about a pregnancy test she found.
So what does he do? He TELLS her why I wont come in and makes her come talk to me.
Did I mention Im a little tipsy at this point?
Needless to say, my irritation level is WAY up.
So, on the drive to B-Dubs I proceed to tell him why Im a little irked.
The rest of the night he was sweet as pie. Sometimes I think he really just doesnt have any idea what his attitude is like.
Well, except for me having to drive his trashed ass home and him telling me how much I suck at driving.
And that brings us to why I am awake and blogging at 10:00 on a Sunday morning.
Kollin, Pate and his GF and Sean and his GF are all going to the beach.
I was going to go, but I have to say Im not really in the mood to hang out on a hot beach getting a sunburn with unneccesary wind. Not to mention I dont feel like gettting drunk and having to wade into the water every ten seconds to pee. Oh, and I dont feel like having to play coin toss with Kollin's drunken attitudes. I wonder what its going to be like today, or if its only that way with me.
So, I figure Ill do some homework, then Ill probably call the mexican to hang out (not that there is really anything to do).
I want a burger.
Gabby: You mean the hat you stole from me and then gave back?
Kollin: Yes.
So....this weekend has pretty much blown ass. I did literally nothing on Friday but sit around and watch movies with the man, cool I guess, but had there been something better to do I would have jumped.
It rained all day on Saturday. However, the man and me hit the Galleria in search of a new hat for him. He kept rejecting them because they all touched his ears.....okay....
THEN after driving aimlessly for about an hour, Pate called and reminded us of this crawfish boil we were going to (we had to bring diapers cause the chick is pregnant). Ok, no big deal except when Kollin gets drunk, he is either all lovey dovey or a complete douche.
Guess what he decided to be? yeah, a douche and a half. (although I will give him credit that he was a little lovey dovey while getting drunk)
So at one point, he gets pissy that I keep smoking his cigarettes and goes and buys more along with some beer, taking Pate and leaving me alone.
Ok, cool....except it was WAY awkward not knowing anyone. at all.
So when they come back I am more than ready to go.
I tell Kollin I am leaving in the middle of his plate of crawfish (I told him my stomach was hurting, which, it kind of was) and could he get a ride to B-Dubs to watch the game with Pate.
He got pissy again and told me just to wait. So I started to get really fed up.
THEN
he decided he wanted to go to his house to put the extra beer in his fridge. WELL.
I was not getting out of the car so I didnt have to come face to face with an awkward conversationg with his mom about a pregnancy test she found.
So what does he do? He TELLS her why I wont come in and makes her come talk to me.
Did I mention Im a little tipsy at this point?
Needless to say, my irritation level is WAY up.
So, on the drive to B-Dubs I proceed to tell him why Im a little irked.
The rest of the night he was sweet as pie. Sometimes I think he really just doesnt have any idea what his attitude is like.
Well, except for me having to drive his trashed ass home and him telling me how much I suck at driving.
And that brings us to why I am awake and blogging at 10:00 on a Sunday morning.
Kollin, Pate and his GF and Sean and his GF are all going to the beach.
I was going to go, but I have to say Im not really in the mood to hang out on a hot beach getting a sunburn with unneccesary wind. Not to mention I dont feel like gettting drunk and having to wade into the water every ten seconds to pee. Oh, and I dont feel like having to play coin toss with Kollin's drunken attitudes. I wonder what its going to be like today, or if its only that way with me.
So, I figure Ill do some homework, then Ill probably call the mexican to hang out (not that there is really anything to do).
I want a burger.
Friday, April 17, 2009
one more try
*on trying to figure out the problem with my stomach*
Kollin: Maybe it's all that wheat you havent been eating.
Well, I think my mouse to my laptop officially died just now, which is a HUGE pain in my ass only because I cant STAND the finger mouse thing.
GAY.
Im off to figure out how i can find my OTHER blog that I forgot the password crap for.
Kollin: Maybe it's all that wheat you havent been eating.
Well, I think my mouse to my laptop officially died just now, which is a HUGE pain in my ass only because I cant STAND the finger mouse thing.
GAY.
Im off to figure out how i can find my OTHER blog that I forgot the password crap for.
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