Hello once again, G-dogs, and welcome to another installment of Cantay's blog. ::Yawn:: Things have been pretty damn tiring recently, and having forgotten that fact while reading Sluggy Freelance (this one's real) has not helped very much for times like these when reality smacks me in the face with a cold, scaly, poorly gutted fish.
But let's not talk about that, shall we? Let's talk about more pleasant things! Like my PS2! ...And the game I rented from Hollywood Video that's about two weeks overdue now. Boy, that's gonna be some late fine. What game is it, you ask? Dynasty Warriors 4. Lots of fun for a while and lots of killing and stuff like that, but unfortunately it tends to get rather monotonous after a while and I actually haven't played it since I yoinked it from the little table near our front door (where it laid for days, waiting for my mom to return it) and whooped up on Cao Cao's army. Go Wu family and go Xian Tai! (a character I created whose name almost kinda sounds like mine when I say it... he wears a turban and wears all white--something I could never do since I always manage to spill food on myself unless I take excruciating precautions).
Oh, and on a completely unrelated note, I wore my uncle's old trenchcoat to school again today, but this time for entirely different reasons. See, this uncle of mine is Italian, and wearing his trenchcoat on Wednesday along with Hua's suggestion that he bring his today made me decide that I oughta wear mine again for "Decade Day" today. Which decade was I? Why, the 20s of course! I was an Italian mobster, hair all slicked back, nice shirt and shoes and pants on and everything. Sadly, I forgot to bring along a Thompson (Tommy Gun) and therefore appeared to my peers as more of a stock-broker. At first I tried to revamp the gangster look and had Eric draw in some sideburns and huge eyebrows (which were apparently very funny) with a crayola marker. Unfortunately, the mobster look wasn't a big hit still, and in the middle of lunch, good old John took me down to the library after I purchased a water-bottle. The reason? We decided to go for the stock-broker thing! ...A 1920s stock-broker in fact! Even more specifically, a stock-broker who just lost everything in the crash of 1929! Ha! I got to keep my decade, and most of my outfit! Now, back to the water-bottle. I stripped off the "Dasani" label and we went to the library to get some tape and replace it with a "VICTORY GIN" label (gotta love George Orwell). I then proceeded to remove my right shoe and screwed with my tie until it got really loose and ugly-looking. To cap it all off, I had a dude in my study hall marker in a unibrow, and voila! Disheveled stock-broker who moans about the world ending and talks to his best friend Shoey, at your service!
Ah, if only I had some pictures from that. No worries though, I actually do have one taken in my Multimedia class (before I turned broker) that I would love to share with any who desire it. So I'd better run, read some Hamlet, do some shiznock, and eat some puddin'. Peace out, and hasta la byebye.
But let's not talk about that, shall we? Let's talk about more pleasant things! Like my PS2! ...And the game I rented from Hollywood Video that's about two weeks overdue now. Boy, that's gonna be some late fine. What game is it, you ask? Dynasty Warriors 4. Lots of fun for a while and lots of killing and stuff like that, but unfortunately it tends to get rather monotonous after a while and I actually haven't played it since I yoinked it from the little table near our front door (where it laid for days, waiting for my mom to return it) and whooped up on Cao Cao's army. Go Wu family and go Xian Tai! (a character I created whose name almost kinda sounds like mine when I say it... he wears a turban and wears all white--something I could never do since I always manage to spill food on myself unless I take excruciating precautions).
Oh, and on a completely unrelated note, I wore my uncle's old trenchcoat to school again today, but this time for entirely different reasons. See, this uncle of mine is Italian, and wearing his trenchcoat on Wednesday along with Hua's suggestion that he bring his today made me decide that I oughta wear mine again for "Decade Day" today. Which decade was I? Why, the 20s of course! I was an Italian mobster, hair all slicked back, nice shirt and shoes and pants on and everything. Sadly, I forgot to bring along a Thompson (Tommy Gun) and therefore appeared to my peers as more of a stock-broker. At first I tried to revamp the gangster look and had Eric draw in some sideburns and huge eyebrows (which were apparently very funny) with a crayola marker. Unfortunately, the mobster look wasn't a big hit still, and in the middle of lunch, good old John took me down to the library after I purchased a water-bottle. The reason? We decided to go for the stock-broker thing! ...A 1920s stock-broker in fact! Even more specifically, a stock-broker who just lost everything in the crash of 1929! Ha! I got to keep my decade, and most of my outfit! Now, back to the water-bottle. I stripped off the "Dasani" label and we went to the library to get some tape and replace it with a "VICTORY GIN" label (gotta love George Orwell). I then proceeded to remove my right shoe and screwed with my tie until it got really loose and ugly-looking. To cap it all off, I had a dude in my study hall marker in a unibrow, and voila! Disheveled stock-broker who moans about the world ending and talks to his best friend Shoey, at your service!
Ah, if only I had some pictures from that. No worries though, I actually do have one taken in my Multimedia class (before I turned broker) that I would love to share with any who desire it. So I'd better run, read some Hamlet, do some shiznock, and eat some puddin'. Peace out, and hasta la byebye.
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