2002-02-24 - 7:51 p.m.
man, you should've seen me at the stuff last night... the senior blast, yeah, that's what it's called. anyway, i'll talk about that later. i'll go more into detail than randi did in her diary about me.
anyway...
so yesterday, i woke up at 7:45 and at exactly 8 am i walk into rotc to help them clean up the damn rotc room. why was i there? becuase we have the formal inspection tomorrow. "whuzzat" you ask? it's this big thing where some guys from god knows where come by the rotc room and look for specs of dust and dirty shoes. yup, it's so important that we set aside a saturday to clean up for it. so, i went there because i had to be there, and i did my thing. i was fine with everything in roct yesterday because it was how i think things should be. the people who know what's going on ran things and everyone else listened to them because they knew that they knew what was going on. and i proved to mori that i still know how to lead, it's just that i choose not to because the people in rotc are retards and wouldn't understand it anyhow. case in point: some freshmen were tasked to clean the tables and chairs before we brought them back into the room. i specifically told them to make sure the bottoms were clean too. when we looked to make sure, every single fucking piece of furniture was still dirty. retards. but at least i was in charge of them so i made sure it was clean before it came back in the room. and another good thing is that man ki wasn't there. good, i wouldn't have to listen to that fucking idiot talk to me.
this is the last time i will give a shit about rotc. it feel so good to be so bad.
yes!
anyway, by 4 pm they were still working, but i had to leave to help jenna with senior blast. so i goes up to the cafeteria but no ones there so, me smelling like a skunk (not skank, but skunk), i decided to go home and shower real quickly and change and maybe grab a bite to eat. so my dad picked me up and drove me home, i showered in like, nine minutes because it felt good to be clean again, and i grabbed my 2 hour old jack in the box and went on back to roosevelt. when i was driving there, i scared my mom by driving like a teenager (as randi puts it). in other words, i was taking the corners just a mite fast and turning hard. i think it was the position i was sitting in. i put the seat back just a bit and reclined it more than i safely should. so anyway, when i got there, i was following melissa and we went in and started the whole set up ordeal. in between setting up and waiting to be told what to do next, i was scarffing my face with a 2 hour old sourdough jack and watered down dr. pepper.
then the fun started, the guys with the casino equipment came and so we started to help them set up because it was only two of them. they were funny. real hawaiian guys. one of them was fat and the other looked really buff. so we helped them set up a craps table, a poker table, a roulette table, and three black jack tables. and then kyle being the editor-in-chief of the senior class officers (that's what hamel called him), told jenna to remove the $50 denominations from the packets of money. so me and blair did that among other helping outs with jenna. i know some stuff included ballons and string which me and kyle got down like a bitch. man, we were cutting that string like it ain't no thang. oooh, ya heard!
anyway...
when people started coming, it was good. they didn't come in large enough groups where it got confusing and they didn't come in small groups to the point where bordem was abound. so, yes, it was good.
and then ms. d took over for me and blair and i hit the black jack tables. i like mrs. teramoto's husband. everytime the dealer won, he pushed so i didn't lose my money. not like it was real anyway. so yes. it was good.
kyle on the other hand tried to be all james bond like and lost his money at the roulette table.
i love gambling sometimes...
and then jenna ended the gambling because it was time for dinner. so when i "cashed" in my chips, i ended up with $832 or something like that. so i sorta ended up with anther $300 bucks. i think...
so me and jenna went into the teachers workroom to do something and then we ended up having hot raunchy sex. or at least that's what we were telling everyone who came in and interrupted us. or as jenna would've said to follow the other sentance "only not." anyway, first it was melissa, then she left when we said we were gonna have hot raunchy sex. then it was blair, who turned off the lights and then peaked back in to see if we really were going out becuase blair's a perverted fruit basket like that. and then lee anne came in and said she wanted to join in, so we obliged. but she left before her and jenna could get it on.
anyway...
the games were interesting to say the least. there was the ballon popping game which i chose not to participate in because i still remember last years leadership camp for student gov where me and tim went at it with the big doughnuts on us. we got down right vicious. i'm sure we would've bitten each others ears off if we were able to get any closer. i didn't wanna get like that again.
and then they played this jun-kan-po game. i opted out of that too.
and then they did that knot game where you have to untangle your arms and stuff. our group won. we were the shortest group (and the smallest) and the DJ had to point out that we were midgets. but, that's cool cause i got bandaids. no, serriously, i got band aids.
and then the dancing started. it was an all request night. so that was good because everyone got what they wanted. and when the DJ played his first rock song which took a really long time to get to, "fat lip" i ran from my seat with erin who was being a wall flower and jumped right into the meele. well, it wasn't a meele yet, but i started it. i went in and i was jumping around pushing everyone and getting pushed right in the middle of the circle. and then jevon jumped in and we went at it. and then micah joined in. and then gavin. and the four of us went at it. i wasn't discriminatory, i was shoving them all. too bad it wasn't bigger. could've gotten a lot more heated. i was lovin' it.
and then, when the song ended, i went outside to take a leak. and when i came back, i puked. once.
and then i started to walk more. and then i puked. again.
and then, i sat down on the senior patio to take in the fresh air. and i started to puke some more. a lot more. like, long streams of puke. like, streams that lasted a full second or two. just long long long streams of it. like bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh.
i found out that it wasn't only me that threw up. chantel threw up too, and pius said that one of his pieces of chicken was funky. pius is a great man. he got me a can of 7-up to help quench my stomach. there was only one problem. as soon as i took my fist sip of the stuff, bleeech. bleeeeeeeeech. bleeeech. three more hurls. ack.
and then i sat down and forced myself to drink that 7-up because i needed to get that damn taste out of my mouth. so i sat outside drinking my 7-up and talking to passerby's and then dane came and asked if i was okay so i told him that i hurled and he chilled with me. there was only one problem, there was music, so dane was drumming... on the seat i was sitting on. man, it wasn't so great. but i could stand it. so that went on till about 10:30 till i decided i'd like to get babied by randi. so i called her up and she picked me up when everyone was leaving. and i got chilled at her house with royden, mike, and later jenna. i was gonna sleep but i thought about it and i was like "okay, i'm in a foreign bedroom (brett's) and i didn't quite know where the vomit area's were so i decided to just go outside and watch TV with the rest of them.
royden on the other hand, was supposed to call jenna at 11, but the genius forgot. i was so proud of him because i told him to call after 11 to show that he wasn't her bitch. and the bitch did forget. i was so proud. he called at 11:05. and then fatty came and we were watching mike get addicted to GTA3 and royden at stupid. that is until me and jenna started to call each other names and royden brought up the point that we use the word skank a lot. and then i think he said it bothered him that we used the word "skank" so much, so we started to say skank even more. we were using the word skank in every skanking sentance. eventually, skank was skanking being skanking used skanking ever skanking other skanking word.
that was skanking symbolism if i've ever seen it.
and then we started talking about how royden likes chicks with "breast." yes, that's breat as in one boob. so we teased royden about that until he left. or at least i was.
yeah, by then i was feeling better. i guess i had thrown up all the bad food.
and then, i stayed over and fell asleep. or at least tried to. randi wouldn't let me. she was harrasing me in a non-sexual way. yeah, i had been sexed out by jenna in the teachers lunch room by then.
so i went home and slept till 10 when i woke up and watched the subway 400. i could get used to this. wake up half late on a sunday morning and watch a NASCAR race and then watch some NHRA drag racing later on in the day while doing my homework. no we can toss out the last part. the first two parts work out fine.
and my dad cut my hair too short. now it's gonna be even harder for me to grow my hair out like a japanese person. i've decided instead of going for the punk look, i'm gonna go for the japanese national look. this should be interesting.
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