Ok, kids. I haven't posted in a long while. And I've been lazy. And this is probably the worst time to be lazy, because lots of good memories are being destroyed by the ravages of time and they go unrecorded! They die! And so, I shall keep this simple--extraordinarily so, owing to my odd physical fatigue (brain seems to be running well enough, though... hm).
I've gotten into GWU as you should know. I think. If you didn't know, you do now! Well, after a long arduous process, I sent in my letter of matriculation on 4/16/04. That's correct, folks! I'm going to DC! And taking out gagillions of dollars in loans! But that's ok. The school's going to kick ass, and I'm in the honors program, so I'm like VIP material at an already 1337 school. Ah, my friends, you shall one day see my name in print under the headline: "American Diplomat Inadvertantly Pisses off the World. USA Nuked."
In other news, I finally asked someone to the prom sometime last week (I believe it was Tuesday the 13th, but I can't be sure). That someone was Wafa! And she said yes! Who's Wafa, you ask? Well, she's the kind soul that sits in front of me in calculus. I hardly know her well enough to ask, but I have a feeling she'll be fun to go with, despite the fact that she often speaks in a soft voice that compounds my deafness. Oh, and a shout out to Jenn, who did a great deal of pushing for this to happen. Never thought I'd be so grateful to her (;.
In an unrelated story, I am a Powderpuff Cheerleader. For those of you who don't understand what this means, I am a cheerleader being trained by actual female cheerleaders for the Powderpuff Football Game (played by females coached by actual male football players--get it now?). Some, such as Johnnie Boy and Senor Jim de la Eichmann--who I owe a Goo Goo Dolls CD--and Tony of the Tall Equis (also known as the dudes0rs not named Scott that sit at my lunch table) have criticized the institution of Powderpuff Football, claiming it to be run by popular people for popular people. I will say that while football players and cheerleaders to tend to be popular, my dear friends have gotten it all wrong. I can assure you that I, Eric (for he is also a cheerleader), Deji, and Sean of the Red Hair are NOT popular. And we make up 1/3 of the squad (1/2 if people keep not showing up... bastards). Only two or three guys seem to really be too popular at all, to be quite honest, and I'm quite annoyed at the prolificacy of labels in general. It's tiring to hear things like "that's gay" or "that's popular" or "that's nerdy". What the hell? How often can these labels be stuck on accurately? I'll tell you that in my case, I only claim nerdship, so perhaps the number is 1/3. Can one call friendly physical contact gay just because homosexuals do it? I don't know... can one call eating, breathing, sleeping, or excreting gay just because homosexuals do it? Can one call Powderpuff Cheerleading popular because popular kids do it? What about going to school? Now I'll grant you that a lot of things have gay or popular associations, such as a kiss on the lips from one male to another or the class favorites voting, respectively, but these associations are dragged way out of proportion far too often to include whatever we want them to include. Some might say that I'd be a Christian if I read the Bible, or that I'd be a Republican if I went to hear George W speak on Issue XYZ in Washington.
Damn. Now look what's happened. I've written a whole bloody lot more than I meant to. I hope you're happy.
Oh, and Future Cantay, if you ever read this, remember that you should never EVER go clubbing. Ever. Not your scene, man. Don't let time befuddle your memory. Pick up girls at the library or something if you're desperate, but otherwise I'd just go with pornography until something better works out. ::Gives the thumbs up sign:: You've got to trust me on this one. Clubbing will only hurt you.
And now, to homework, because my roleplaying friends are currently in a state of doing things other than roleplaying. Bloody stupid mouse and half-fox thing. Canti (my old roleplaying character, made undead and now seeking revenge) is going to keehaul them good. Probably before either one of them reads this, too.
Anyways, don't forget to bring your Vikings helmets, cheeseheads! Hasta la byebye!
I've gotten into GWU as you should know. I think. If you didn't know, you do now! Well, after a long arduous process, I sent in my letter of matriculation on 4/16/04. That's correct, folks! I'm going to DC! And taking out gagillions of dollars in loans! But that's ok. The school's going to kick ass, and I'm in the honors program, so I'm like VIP material at an already 1337 school. Ah, my friends, you shall one day see my name in print under the headline: "American Diplomat Inadvertantly Pisses off the World. USA Nuked."
In other news, I finally asked someone to the prom sometime last week (I believe it was Tuesday the 13th, but I can't be sure). That someone was Wafa! And she said yes! Who's Wafa, you ask? Well, she's the kind soul that sits in front of me in calculus. I hardly know her well enough to ask, but I have a feeling she'll be fun to go with, despite the fact that she often speaks in a soft voice that compounds my deafness. Oh, and a shout out to Jenn, who did a great deal of pushing for this to happen. Never thought I'd be so grateful to her (;.
In an unrelated story, I am a Powderpuff Cheerleader. For those of you who don't understand what this means, I am a cheerleader being trained by actual female cheerleaders for the Powderpuff Football Game (played by females coached by actual male football players--get it now?). Some, such as Johnnie Boy and Senor Jim de la Eichmann--who I owe a Goo Goo Dolls CD--and Tony of the Tall Equis (also known as the dudes0rs not named Scott that sit at my lunch table) have criticized the institution of Powderpuff Football, claiming it to be run by popular people for popular people. I will say that while football players and cheerleaders to tend to be popular, my dear friends have gotten it all wrong. I can assure you that I, Eric (for he is also a cheerleader), Deji, and Sean of the Red Hair are NOT popular. And we make up 1/3 of the squad (1/2 if people keep not showing up... bastards). Only two or three guys seem to really be too popular at all, to be quite honest, and I'm quite annoyed at the prolificacy of labels in general. It's tiring to hear things like "that's gay" or "that's popular" or "that's nerdy". What the hell? How often can these labels be stuck on accurately? I'll tell you that in my case, I only claim nerdship, so perhaps the number is 1/3. Can one call friendly physical contact gay just because homosexuals do it? I don't know... can one call eating, breathing, sleeping, or excreting gay just because homosexuals do it? Can one call Powderpuff Cheerleading popular because popular kids do it? What about going to school? Now I'll grant you that a lot of things have gay or popular associations, such as a kiss on the lips from one male to another or the class favorites voting, respectively, but these associations are dragged way out of proportion far too often to include whatever we want them to include. Some might say that I'd be a Christian if I read the Bible, or that I'd be a Republican if I went to hear George W speak on Issue XYZ in Washington.
Damn. Now look what's happened. I've written a whole bloody lot more than I meant to. I hope you're happy.
Oh, and Future Cantay, if you ever read this, remember that you should never EVER go clubbing. Ever. Not your scene, man. Don't let time befuddle your memory. Pick up girls at the library or something if you're desperate, but otherwise I'd just go with pornography until something better works out. ::Gives the thumbs up sign:: You've got to trust me on this one. Clubbing will only hurt you.
And now, to homework, because my roleplaying friends are currently in a state of doing things other than roleplaying. Bloody stupid mouse and half-fox thing. Canti (my old roleplaying character, made undead and now seeking revenge) is going to keehaul them good. Probably before either one of them reads this, too.
Anyways, don't forget to bring your Vikings helmets, cheeseheads! Hasta la byebye!
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