Good day boys and girls, and welcome to my unprecedented second post to a journalish type thingamabobber. It's a pity I didn't write anything on Friday because I think I had something really interesting to say about that day, but my elephant-memory has deleted all information that was gleaned more than 24 hours ago, except for the fact that I finally took out that bloody Salvatore (on my first attempt of the day, using the sniper rifle... don't remember who suggested it to me, but someone did).
But anyway, we shall now move on to Saturday. It started out like most of my Saturdays do. I got up, ate, and then drowned myself in the wonderful world of meaningless television and computer shit. But it gets better! You see, at about 6:30 we were supposed to go to some Turkish folk's house for dinner. I had assumed that this would be a dinner consisting of that family and us, and those are so much FUN! So naturally, I didn't want to go and partake of this rocking good time, citing that I had to work on a project which I didn't plan to work on. I ordered some Chinese at 7:00 thanks to funds provided by Parents Inc., and I was really looking forward to eating it when at 7:10 I received a telephone call from the mother of this kid in 8th grade named Samir (Turk). She asks me what I'm doing and everything, while I try to figure out why and how the hell she's calling me from what the caller ID says is the house where the dinner was. I tell her that I'm doing nothing, she asks if I can come over, and I say that I have to work on a project (with the greatest amount of awkwardness possible), she laughs and essentially says "yeah, right" and again asks me to come, now telling me that she had to forcibly drag Samir to the thing, only getting him to come after promising my presence (I was flattered). I assented after that--you see, last time we Turkish folk got together, I was somewhere else, leaving him with all the ladies (there's me, Samir, and about fifty females of varying ages). She told me that she would give me thirty minutes to get ready, then pick me up.
Boy... lemme tell you guys, I was PISSED; I had no idea that there would be other people there. I cooled off a bit as I took my extremely quick shower and got dressed, and when the doorbell rang, I was ready to go... but it was just the Chinese delivery boy! AH CRAP! I was greatly looking forward to inhaling my sesame chicken and meat dumplings. I paid him for the food and set it on the counter just as doorbell #2 rang, this time it was Samir's mommy, and we went to the dinner. Needless to say, I had a pretty sweet time getting my ass kicked at air hockey and I got Samir to join the fantasy baseball league! Woohoo!
Well, that's about all that I remember... we got home at about 1:30 and I heated up some of the sesame chicken after we got home and ate that. I must say, it was quite good even after being left out for 6 hours. Anyways, I'm probably gonna go out with my mommy and see some movie. I'm rooting for The Pianist myself since she doesn't wanna see Chicago. Oh well. Hasta la byebye, mis abuelos!
But anyway, we shall now move on to Saturday. It started out like most of my Saturdays do. I got up, ate, and then drowned myself in the wonderful world of meaningless television and computer shit. But it gets better! You see, at about 6:30 we were supposed to go to some Turkish folk's house for dinner. I had assumed that this would be a dinner consisting of that family and us, and those are so much FUN! So naturally, I didn't want to go and partake of this rocking good time, citing that I had to work on a project which I didn't plan to work on. I ordered some Chinese at 7:00 thanks to funds provided by Parents Inc., and I was really looking forward to eating it when at 7:10 I received a telephone call from the mother of this kid in 8th grade named Samir (Turk). She asks me what I'm doing and everything, while I try to figure out why and how the hell she's calling me from what the caller ID says is the house where the dinner was. I tell her that I'm doing nothing, she asks if I can come over, and I say that I have to work on a project (with the greatest amount of awkwardness possible), she laughs and essentially says "yeah, right" and again asks me to come, now telling me that she had to forcibly drag Samir to the thing, only getting him to come after promising my presence (I was flattered). I assented after that--you see, last time we Turkish folk got together, I was somewhere else, leaving him with all the ladies (there's me, Samir, and about fifty females of varying ages). She told me that she would give me thirty minutes to get ready, then pick me up.
Boy... lemme tell you guys, I was PISSED; I had no idea that there would be other people there. I cooled off a bit as I took my extremely quick shower and got dressed, and when the doorbell rang, I was ready to go... but it was just the Chinese delivery boy! AH CRAP! I was greatly looking forward to inhaling my sesame chicken and meat dumplings. I paid him for the food and set it on the counter just as doorbell #2 rang, this time it was Samir's mommy, and we went to the dinner. Needless to say, I had a pretty sweet time getting my ass kicked at air hockey and I got Samir to join the fantasy baseball league! Woohoo!
Well, that's about all that I remember... we got home at about 1:30 and I heated up some of the sesame chicken after we got home and ate that. I must say, it was quite good even after being left out for 6 hours. Anyways, I'm probably gonna go out with my mommy and see some movie. I'm rooting for The Pianist myself since she doesn't wanna see Chicago. Oh well. Hasta la byebye, mis abuelos!
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