Geh, nothing too exciting has happened in the past couple of days, so I didn’t have much of anything to talk about. I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather since last Friday. It was just an upset tummy, but it sucked to eat anything (just made my tummy more angry) so I was living off of Sprite, Malt-O-Meal, and plain instant mashed potatoes. Fortunately, I seem to be better now. Constant stomachaches are no fun.
I did have class today though (err, the 11th), and it went pretty well. I think I’m going to like it. I’ve got both Paul and Callie in there, as well as some of their friends, who I can pretend that I know and we can all laugh together, because OMG does the teacher say the funniest stuff. She was discussing how it’s apparently difficult to obtain the book, and said that maybe next week if nobody had gotten it we could do hand puppets, and then she held up her hand like a puppet and said in a high voice, “I’m Karl Marx. This is what I think.” and we all just lost it. It’s probably one of those “you had to be there” moments, but man. She’d say something moderately funny, and our entire group would start shooting each other these “hee-hee-hee” glances, and then ALL of us would crack up. Callie made a hilarious outward snort noise (sort of a suppressed laugh) when the whole class was silent once, and I almost died trying to hold in the giggles. Good times.
Then Paul and Callie came over because we hadn’t seen them in three weeks (or four, actually) and we heard about Callie’s nightmarish plane fiasco coming back from Florida. The fiasco began when she got to the airport 20 minutes before the plane was supposed to take off, had to stand in line for an hour and a half, got put on a standby flight, had a half an hour security line wait, standby flight was full, next FIVE flights were full, went back home, stayed the night, came back the next day and had a glorious 20 minute wait followed by a 5-10 minute security wait and an uneventful flight back to Portland. Crazy stuff.
Daniel said something funny while they were here, but he doesn’t want me to write about it because he says it’s “embarrassing.” All it was was an innocent Freudian slip (and probably not even a Freudian one at that, more likely just a normal slip). But let it be known that I laughed for days. Or at least a very long time.
Bowling on Tuesday was pretty interesting as well; for our bowling names we usually try to think up the most offensive names possible. There’s “Knob Chowder” and “Quivering Anus” and “Scrotum Stubble” and the like, but last night the name somebody gave me TOOK THE CAKE. It was horrible and disgusting and just downright awful. I typically just laugh at them, but OMG this one was terrible. Horrible. And because I do NOT want any Google hits from this, I will make it into a secret code.
Remove the x’s: bxlxisxtexrxed lxaxbxixa
Isn’t that the most terrible, horrible, no good very bad name EVER? :x AUGH. Awful. Somebody screamed it at me as I was attempting to bowl and I almost lost it. Blech. :faint:
Um, so with that said, goodnight!