Monday: "patriotism day." I hate patriotism. I was not patriotic. suck my back.
Tuesday: "agree to meet someone in ten years time day." For today (that being today) I chose to meet Megan in ten years time. I only picked her because she made me. Well, not really, she's probably the ONLY ONE OF YOU ASSFACES that I want to see in ten years. ANYWAY. We agreed to meet at 5:17 pm at the Getty museum on February third, 2014. In the event that we have changed beyond recognition we will wear the following identifying articles. Me: a red polka dot bow tie. Her: a daisy in her hair. If she has no hair, it will be behind her right ear. And if I have no neck, the bowtie will be stapled to my chest. We have listed the following topics to be discussed, just in case we have nothing to talk about: The Pixies reunion tour (which we both want to go to), the war on terrorism (boring), JJ's nipple (almost not as boring as war) AND/OR religion/blasphemy. That is always a hot topic amongst young peoples. We both signed the little paper and it shall be done! I will report what happens ten years from now.
Nothing else is really going on. Megan and I are both skipping class tonight (it's raining, no way am I going to get wet with my new socks on) so we can hang out and watch some crappy TV show that she wants to watch... ew.
LOCO LUNA!
We both took some personality quizzes and I was deemed to be an ENFP and Megan was deemed ISFP. For those of you that don't know what I'm talking about, look here and you can read up ALL about us and how to love us and take care of us and feed us and pet us etc etc. Oh yeah, those aren't our REAL test results, but those are ones that either we or others picked out to be the ones that fit us best.
TOMORROW IS: "plastic fantastic day." I'm supposed to make an appointment with a plastic surgeon and have him tell me how he can improve my face. Then I get to improve my punching on his face. This day scares me greatly.
Tuesday: "agree to meet someone in ten years time day." For today (that being today) I chose to meet Megan in ten years time. I only picked her because she made me. Well, not really, she's probably the ONLY ONE OF YOU ASSFACES that I want to see in ten years. ANYWAY. We agreed to meet at 5:17 pm at the Getty museum on February third, 2014. In the event that we have changed beyond recognition we will wear the following identifying articles. Me: a red polka dot bow tie. Her: a daisy in her hair. If she has no hair, it will be behind her right ear. And if I have no neck, the bowtie will be stapled to my chest. We have listed the following topics to be discussed, just in case we have nothing to talk about: The Pixies reunion tour (which we both want to go to), the war on terrorism (boring), JJ's nipple (almost not as boring as war) AND/OR religion/blasphemy. That is always a hot topic amongst young peoples. We both signed the little paper and it shall be done! I will report what happens ten years from now.
Nothing else is really going on. Megan and I are both skipping class tonight (it's raining, no way am I going to get wet with my new socks on) so we can hang out and watch some crappy TV show that she wants to watch... ew.
LOCO LUNA!
We both took some personality quizzes and I was deemed to be an ENFP and Megan was deemed ISFP. For those of you that don't know what I'm talking about, look here and you can read up ALL about us and how to love us and take care of us and feed us and pet us etc etc. Oh yeah, those aren't our REAL test results, but those are ones that either we or others picked out to be the ones that fit us best.
TOMORROW IS: "plastic fantastic day." I'm supposed to make an appointment with a plastic surgeon and have him tell me how he can improve my face. Then I get to improve my punching on his face. This day scares me greatly.
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