I can’t remember exact how this happened, since it was like a year ago. But the story began with Anna and Katherine stealing John’s laptop. I remember him panicking and trying to figure out what will happen. The reason he’s scared is because he is still logged on to his facebook. We hopped onto a computer, and realized that his profile picture is a gay guy wearing thong. He also joined several gay facebook groups; his number was also posted on these groups.
As a joke, Suren and I headed back to his room and called John while pretending to be a gay guy asking him out. Too bad Suren used his Indian accent and John recognized who was on the out end almost immediately.
If I recall correctly, I think tonight was also the night that Anna bashed on me, John and Suren for our clothing style. She literally picked out each piece of our wardrobe and told us to burn it. The funny thing is she did with while wearing sweats. (I guess I just needed someone to say something, because after this, I realized my choice for clothing was poor, and I changed. It did help; because I realized later that guys who don’t wear good cloth don’t the chance get the girls. I can’t say guys who wear good cloth will get girls, but the chance does increase).
We all had a good laugh about it. Later that night, john and several people were sitting in the lounge horsing around. All of the sudden, Anna walked out of the bathroom, and John said, “Hi, Kath….Anna.” For some reason (I think she was just in a bad mood), being called her roommate’s name set off a timed bomb. Just 30 seconds later, she came out of room, with a deathly glare toward John. For John’s safety, I rushed him out of the lounge and told him to run.
He didn’t for some reason, and just stood there waiting for Anna to get closer. Before he even got the chance to explain himself, a hand came flying in and smacked John right in the left cheek, ouch. I had tons of trouble deciding whether I should go help John or just stand where I am and watch.
This is the part of the story I can’t even explain. After Anna slapped John, Katherine immediately came to John with a bottle of Lysol. She sprayed his face and John went down. He tried to figure out what happened and why it happened. The answer was never found.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
The Blackout
This was a night of firsts. I cannot recall what I was doing before I went out, but I didn’t go until almost midnight. I remember I couldn’t find anyone to go out with, and I found out a few people I know was already at Sammy’s. So I wore my gray sweater, the really big one, and headed toward Boulevard of the Allies. When I got there, I had a beer or two before the people there told me they were ready to head out. The only thought that went through my head was “shit, I need to hurry up and drink more.” So I started to chuck beers and take shots. Overall, I had about 10 to 12 drinks in the matter of 15 minutes.
I felt fine on the walk home; the people I was with wanted to go to Serrentos, and I know that if I eat, I would puke; so, with the only good judgement of the night, I walked back to Forbes Hall. Once I got there, I sat on a couch in the hallway and talked with Anna and Jamie. Then San, their ex-boyfriend, came along and talked with us. I swear if I wasn’t trashed, it would have been the most awkward conversation in the world.
Then, out of nowhere, Anna suggested that we go to McDonald, and for some reason, I thought it was the greatest idea in the world. Apparently, no one else did, and only Anna and I went. I think I bought a quarter pounder. We took our food back to Forbes, and again sat at on the couch and ate. After about 3 bites, I started to feel like shit. So I lowered my head.
Everything from now on is what I gathered from other people. Apparently I blacked out in the hall way and threw up on the carpet. Then, two dudes had to call my roomate to unlock our door because I was so incoherent that I couldn’t even say the combination to my door. I never found out why they dragged me to a intersection of the hallways and left me there for like 20 minutes. I know this because there is some puking stain there, so I know I visited that spot.
The next morning, at about 10AM, I got up to go to the bathroom, but there was this extreme pain in my stomach, so I said fuck this and went back to bed. After about 5 more hours of sleep, I was completely fine. When I got up, I realized I no longer had on the gray sweater, but instead, I wore my white sweater. I had no idea how I changed, because I was in no shape to move that night. This remains a mystery.
This night was the first time I ever broke 10 drinks. It was the first night I threw up. It was the first night I blacked out. It might also be the first night that I got alcohol prison. God I love college.
I felt fine on the walk home; the people I was with wanted to go to Serrentos, and I know that if I eat, I would puke; so, with the only good judgement of the night, I walked back to Forbes Hall. Once I got there, I sat on a couch in the hallway and talked with Anna and Jamie. Then San, their ex-boyfriend, came along and talked with us. I swear if I wasn’t trashed, it would have been the most awkward conversation in the world.
Then, out of nowhere, Anna suggested that we go to McDonald, and for some reason, I thought it was the greatest idea in the world. Apparently, no one else did, and only Anna and I went. I think I bought a quarter pounder. We took our food back to Forbes, and again sat at on the couch and ate. After about 3 bites, I started to feel like shit. So I lowered my head.
Everything from now on is what I gathered from other people. Apparently I blacked out in the hall way and threw up on the carpet. Then, two dudes had to call my roomate to unlock our door because I was so incoherent that I couldn’t even say the combination to my door. I never found out why they dragged me to a intersection of the hallways and left me there for like 20 minutes. I know this because there is some puking stain there, so I know I visited that spot.
The next morning, at about 10AM, I got up to go to the bathroom, but there was this extreme pain in my stomach, so I said fuck this and went back to bed. After about 5 more hours of sleep, I was completely fine. When I got up, I realized I no longer had on the gray sweater, but instead, I wore my white sweater. I had no idea how I changed, because I was in no shape to move that night. This remains a mystery.
This night was the first time I ever broke 10 drinks. It was the first night I threw up. It was the first night I blacked out. It might also be the first night that I got alcohol prison. God I love college.
Friday, October 3, 2008
The One Man Show
This day was especially memorable, because I remember not being able find anyone to go out to a party with me. Jamie said she might come, but ended not coming for whatever reason.
I went to the only place where I know there’s a party, Bouquet street. I found the house and went in. I can’t really remember exactly what I did there. I remember meeting an Irish guy who had 22 drinks and was still standing up. I have about 9 beers, and decided to head back to Forbes Hall.
For some reason I ended up in the Midget Wing, and for some reason I decided to call Sam. I remember some things I said, but according to the people who were there, and I do tell you that I had a huge crowd, the call was hilarious. This is what Backman recorded down from that night:
"I hear ice cream. I can't wear ice cream. It's too cold, if you wear ice cream you'll melt. If you're naked and sticky on the streets, the police will arrest you, and that’s no fun because we will have to bail you out.”
“98% of secretaries are women; the other 2% are gay.”
“You have to rock back and forth until your little soldiers come forth. If storks come out of your penis, then you have a problem. They vibrate with a double A battery. I just told Sam how to lick food off his girlfriend.”
“They're playing at 4 (PM) which is like four hours from now (1AM).”
“The guy hits the ball with the bat, that's like whacking a guy in the nuts.”
This next quote is after the call with Sam, my call to Jamie,
“Ah she's not picking up, she must be busy. Hello, this is George Bush. You can't hang up on the president of the United States; I'll set the FBIs on you."
There are something that I said that should never be repeated, and luckily, I don’t remember it well enough to repeat it. Brain damage have some positives after all.
Next I drew a comic regarding the lives of my friends. The best one was the one regarding Suren and Chrissy. They apparently got married, had a child. I called them the Jays because I forgot how to spell Suren’s last name. And they lived happily ever after, well, at least until both got aids.
I went to the only place where I know there’s a party, Bouquet street. I found the house and went in. I can’t really remember exactly what I did there. I remember meeting an Irish guy who had 22 drinks and was still standing up. I have about 9 beers, and decided to head back to Forbes Hall.
For some reason I ended up in the Midget Wing, and for some reason I decided to call Sam. I remember some things I said, but according to the people who were there, and I do tell you that I had a huge crowd, the call was hilarious. This is what Backman recorded down from that night:
"I hear ice cream. I can't wear ice cream. It's too cold, if you wear ice cream you'll melt. If you're naked and sticky on the streets, the police will arrest you, and that’s no fun because we will have to bail you out.”
“98% of secretaries are women; the other 2% are gay.”
“You have to rock back and forth until your little soldiers come forth. If storks come out of your penis, then you have a problem. They vibrate with a double A battery. I just told Sam how to lick food off his girlfriend.”
“They're playing at 4 (PM) which is like four hours from now (1AM).”
“The guy hits the ball with the bat, that's like whacking a guy in the nuts.”
This next quote is after the call with Sam, my call to Jamie,
“Ah she's not picking up, she must be busy. Hello, this is George Bush. You can't hang up on the president of the United States; I'll set the FBIs on you."
There are something that I said that should never be repeated, and luckily, I don’t remember it well enough to repeat it. Brain damage have some positives after all.
Next I drew a comic regarding the lives of my friends. The best one was the one regarding Suren and Chrissy. They apparently got married, had a child. I called them the Jays because I forgot how to spell Suren’s last name. And they lived happily ever after, well, at least until both got aids.
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