fucking wednesday and i've finally decided to post a summary of the weekend's events. sigh.
so what did i end up doing on friday?
jack shit. i brought my art supplies with the intention of doing some art work in the city, but as it turns out, i just ended up chilling with chuck and catching a late dinner at hong min's in china town. after some partying with his french co-workers, roy ended up joining us, a drunken mess. we were gonna go to some lounge to cap off the night, but we ended up going back to chuck's place to drink some brews and discuss how roy was going to tell al about his feelings. we crashed at 2am.
saturday came and it was complete laziness. chuck and i were driving all around the city, looking for a place to have a late lunch. after going crazy thinking about some place to go, we decided on going to pequod's on clybourne. we had our typical sausage, mushroom, and spinach deep dish pizza, and some garlic bread. we watched a little bit of playoff hockey and on the way back, we rented the man who wasn't there.
we were going to visit johnny boy wascow in the rehabilitation center in downtown with dave, but he was being pretty lazy about getting ready (or maybe he was busy doing something). anyways, chuck and i watched the film and slacked off for a bit. after the film was over, chuck was passed out. dave said he was on his way over and so chuck and i finally got off our kiesters and got dressed for the day.
dave came over and we went to visit wascow in the hospital. it was really tense on the way there. we were all pretty nervous about seeing john after his horrible accident. when we got there, his brother joe was there, along with his parents and a good group of friends. it was a very supportive crew. john recognized us immediately. although his speech was slow, he was able to whisper a "hey flo" to me. it brought a big smile to my face to hear him talk. he was in a wheel chair because he's still getting used to balancing. dave, chuck, and i spent a lot of time getting all the details from joe and spending some time with johnny. at around 8:30pm or so, he was getting tired so we walked to his room and he got into bed. his room was covered with all sorts of pictures, mainly one's with him flexing his guns. as we said our goodbyes, i put this plastic goat (with a hole for the ass, which someone got him as a gag gift) by his crotch to simulate a little anal lovin'. john began laughing so hard that dave thought he was gonna have a heart attack right there. i won't soon forget the smile on his face.
after the hospital, we met back at chuck's place to meet up with jenny kim, kristine marino, and robyn before heading out to north side for a quick dinner before the clubbing. we had a cute filipina waitress and of course the place was loaded with mad cuties. from there, we walked over to sinibar where gabe wong was having a birthday celebration. he rented out the basement and so there were a couple of drink specials before 12am. dave and i had martinis. ah, the fucking lamo trend that's been going around. apple fucking martinis! oh the humanity! the highlight of the night was seeing my old high school buddy, billy huh. apparently he had cancer, but he's been through treatment and he's doing better. shit. hope he's okay.
we left sinibar to go over to big wig for the crazy portion of the evening. dave and i walked in the rain and he told me about his little hawiian run in with jenny. shite. glad i wasn't there. inside big wig roy was lounging after his little concert with allison. he was blitzed out of his melon and he was really depressed. shit. apparently his little confession to her proved unsuccessful. i couldn't handle being there with roy like this, so dave, chuck, and i took his ass back to chuck's place. we didn't talk too much about it, but we did our best to just be around for him. it seemed like he needed some alone time, but he didn't want to be completely alone. so we let him be. dave went through the details of his hawaii trip and roy ended up making multiple trips to the bathroom to puke his guts out. dave took off around 3:30am, roy ended up staying over and chuck and i passed out around 4am.
on sunday, chuck and i went to new chinatown with his parents and rick. we ate dim sum at some dim sum house. it was okay. there were some really cute waitresses, but whatever. we ordered too much shit and i tried chicken feet for the first time. yum. then i had to get a mango-bananna freeze with green tapioca from joy yee's. after that, i drove back to the burbs and ended up vegging out like a motherfucker.
monday was the usual fair, except that i was in 104 on time. shit didn't get done though. i talked with rosemary a little bit, but nothing too good. shit. andy, tommy, and i went to the store to get supplies. the rest of class was spent goofing off and talking about final projects.
in 101 pam wasn't around, so basically we did thumbnails and that was it. no one was doing shit, and no one took the bus, so i knew it would be a short time with the kids. it was cool though, because melissa and jeanne had pictures from the prom. i kept telling jeanne that she was hot... because she was! she wore that thrift store dress like a rock star. unfortunately, she didn't get prom queen, but she did get attendant. ah, sweet injustice!
in 203 hanna didn't show up and class moved really slowly. i worked for like 40 minutes straight at the end, but forgot to save. as it turned out, my computer crashed and all my shit was lost. fuck.
later on in the night, i basically waited until wrestling was over to begin my project in 100. i ended up using the printouts and creating a makeshift light table to copy the lines. i finished it around 2am.
i went to school a little early on tuesday to mount my genius project in class. i think the board was cut bad, but it could've been an optical illusion. jamie was around today, but she seemed distracted by something, sad or stressed. she left early. during critique, everyone liked my piece and i liked everyone else's. sitting next to shannon is great because she makes me smile. after class, i hung out with the crew downstairs before they got on the bus. i went to 204, but those computer classes are really pretty anti-social. ugh. stehanie said that she was available for lunch on thursday, so that was enough to get me through the day.
in 115, lisa cut her hair. she keeps talking to me like she wants to hang out or something. she mentioned how she was gonna call me to go to crobar for some party on friday. i probably would've, but eh, whatever. that cutie with the weird teeth lisp (or something like that), gave her advertising outline. she is cute and i couldn't stop looking back at her during class. sigh. i'm so fucking slow.
at home i watched my tape of the 70's show special and what not, while i finished my project in 104... well, almost finished, as i was too tired to mount it. osbourne's is mad hilarious and by the time it was over, i was ready to crash. ah.
now i'm caught up in my fucking blogging.
so what did i end up doing on friday?
jack shit. i brought my art supplies with the intention of doing some art work in the city, but as it turns out, i just ended up chilling with chuck and catching a late dinner at hong min's in china town. after some partying with his french co-workers, roy ended up joining us, a drunken mess. we were gonna go to some lounge to cap off the night, but we ended up going back to chuck's place to drink some brews and discuss how roy was going to tell al about his feelings. we crashed at 2am.
saturday came and it was complete laziness. chuck and i were driving all around the city, looking for a place to have a late lunch. after going crazy thinking about some place to go, we decided on going to pequod's on clybourne. we had our typical sausage, mushroom, and spinach deep dish pizza, and some garlic bread. we watched a little bit of playoff hockey and on the way back, we rented the man who wasn't there.
we were going to visit johnny boy wascow in the rehabilitation center in downtown with dave, but he was being pretty lazy about getting ready (or maybe he was busy doing something). anyways, chuck and i watched the film and slacked off for a bit. after the film was over, chuck was passed out. dave said he was on his way over and so chuck and i finally got off our kiesters and got dressed for the day.
dave came over and we went to visit wascow in the hospital. it was really tense on the way there. we were all pretty nervous about seeing john after his horrible accident. when we got there, his brother joe was there, along with his parents and a good group of friends. it was a very supportive crew. john recognized us immediately. although his speech was slow, he was able to whisper a "hey flo" to me. it brought a big smile to my face to hear him talk. he was in a wheel chair because he's still getting used to balancing. dave, chuck, and i spent a lot of time getting all the details from joe and spending some time with johnny. at around 8:30pm or so, he was getting tired so we walked to his room and he got into bed. his room was covered with all sorts of pictures, mainly one's with him flexing his guns. as we said our goodbyes, i put this plastic goat (with a hole for the ass, which someone got him as a gag gift) by his crotch to simulate a little anal lovin'. john began laughing so hard that dave thought he was gonna have a heart attack right there. i won't soon forget the smile on his face.
after the hospital, we met back at chuck's place to meet up with jenny kim, kristine marino, and robyn before heading out to north side for a quick dinner before the clubbing. we had a cute filipina waitress and of course the place was loaded with mad cuties. from there, we walked over to sinibar where gabe wong was having a birthday celebration. he rented out the basement and so there were a couple of drink specials before 12am. dave and i had martinis. ah, the fucking lamo trend that's been going around. apple fucking martinis! oh the humanity! the highlight of the night was seeing my old high school buddy, billy huh. apparently he had cancer, but he's been through treatment and he's doing better. shit. hope he's okay.
we left sinibar to go over to big wig for the crazy portion of the evening. dave and i walked in the rain and he told me about his little hawiian run in with jenny. shite. glad i wasn't there. inside big wig roy was lounging after his little concert with allison. he was blitzed out of his melon and he was really depressed. shit. apparently his little confession to her proved unsuccessful. i couldn't handle being there with roy like this, so dave, chuck, and i took his ass back to chuck's place. we didn't talk too much about it, but we did our best to just be around for him. it seemed like he needed some alone time, but he didn't want to be completely alone. so we let him be. dave went through the details of his hawaii trip and roy ended up making multiple trips to the bathroom to puke his guts out. dave took off around 3:30am, roy ended up staying over and chuck and i passed out around 4am.
on sunday, chuck and i went to new chinatown with his parents and rick. we ate dim sum at some dim sum house. it was okay. there were some really cute waitresses, but whatever. we ordered too much shit and i tried chicken feet for the first time. yum. then i had to get a mango-bananna freeze with green tapioca from joy yee's. after that, i drove back to the burbs and ended up vegging out like a motherfucker.
monday was the usual fair, except that i was in 104 on time. shit didn't get done though. i talked with rosemary a little bit, but nothing too good. shit. andy, tommy, and i went to the store to get supplies. the rest of class was spent goofing off and talking about final projects.
in 101 pam wasn't around, so basically we did thumbnails and that was it. no one was doing shit, and no one took the bus, so i knew it would be a short time with the kids. it was cool though, because melissa and jeanne had pictures from the prom. i kept telling jeanne that she was hot... because she was! she wore that thrift store dress like a rock star. unfortunately, she didn't get prom queen, but she did get attendant. ah, sweet injustice!
in 203 hanna didn't show up and class moved really slowly. i worked for like 40 minutes straight at the end, but forgot to save. as it turned out, my computer crashed and all my shit was lost. fuck.
later on in the night, i basically waited until wrestling was over to begin my project in 100. i ended up using the printouts and creating a makeshift light table to copy the lines. i finished it around 2am.
i went to school a little early on tuesday to mount my genius project in class. i think the board was cut bad, but it could've been an optical illusion. jamie was around today, but she seemed distracted by something, sad or stressed. she left early. during critique, everyone liked my piece and i liked everyone else's. sitting next to shannon is great because she makes me smile. after class, i hung out with the crew downstairs before they got on the bus. i went to 204, but those computer classes are really pretty anti-social. ugh. stehanie said that she was available for lunch on thursday, so that was enough to get me through the day.
in 115, lisa cut her hair. she keeps talking to me like she wants to hang out or something. she mentioned how she was gonna call me to go to crobar for some party on friday. i probably would've, but eh, whatever. that cutie with the weird teeth lisp (or something like that), gave her advertising outline. she is cute and i couldn't stop looking back at her during class. sigh. i'm so fucking slow.
at home i watched my tape of the 70's show special and what not, while i finished my project in 104... well, almost finished, as i was too tired to mount it. osbourne's is mad hilarious and by the time it was over, i was ready to crash. ah.
now i'm caught up in my fucking blogging.
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