broken things stay broken (or: poopy)
Friday, June 28th, 2002“it wouldn’t be fair to him if i picked you because i’ve known him longer” is the most twisted faulty logic i’ve heard.
ever.
period.
Archive for June, 2002
are you laughing about me wearing lingerie? (or: sos veto)
Tuesday, June 25th, 2002some notes:
because that’s what the lion is having (or: that’s a winner)
Sunday, June 23rd, 2002so yeah, i think i’ve made up for my “updating twice a day just because i can” phase. blegh. you have no idea how long it just took me to type that sentence.
and it was a busy exciting week for once.
let’s see….
on monday, i was declared the grand champion of uniracers. i defeated josh 13-10 in an epic battle that will undoubtedly be passed on from generation to generation in the form of a song. a song with this music.
i fell in love with kirsten dunst… errr… saw spiderman on tuesday. and on the way home patrick and i did a good deed and pushed a car. yay for me and patrick!
and then wednesday… what did i do on wednesday? hmm…
well, maybe the week was quite as action-packed as i thought. but i did do other things. i “went to the ben folds” concert on thursday even though it was sold out and i did not have tickets. in reality, i ate cheescake and drove around with liz.
i also tried to convince kristen to come out here so we could road trip to the old 97′s concert on the first of august. no dice. so, anyone else up for it? it’s in dallas, tx, by the way. aww, it’s not that far. my car can handle it! stop making that face!…
i’ve also become a name dropper. shame on me.
oh, and i found out that i’ve been targeting the wrong demographic (there’s some advertising lingo for ya, sam) this whole time. who’d've thunk it?
might as well (or: gold double-platinum superstar rock stars)
Friday, June 14th, 2002i bought a small metal “e” for my car today. no joke. because obviously, without the power of the small metal “e” my car would be entirely devoid of worth. oh, and i got a cover for one of my parking lights and some interior trim, too. and then i debated whether or not to blow my entire next paycheck on nitrous, and i decided two things:
a) $600 could be much better used to fix more important things, such as turn signals
b) as much as i want to pretend my car was in “the fast and the furious,” it just happens to not be japanese
maybe i should just rename this “tom writing about his baby”
anyway, off to columbia. let’s hope that my baby can make it in one piece.
beneath the quarter moon, beneath the quarter moon (or: sure thing, boss)
Friday, June 14th, 2002first of all, props to me and seb for running our mile tonight. and becky, who made it around the track an entire two times before woosing out. but it’s alright becky – you are still cool!
please note that i should’ve been doing homework instead of going out.
my favorite part of going to taco hut (taco bell + pizza hut) is ordering a “water” because water is free. water is water; “water” is lemonade or some other beverage i put in the cup they give me for water. so yeah, it’s stealing, but taco hut is dumb enough to do self-service sodas.
oh, and ultimate frisbee. my leg hurts now.
so, that was my night, minus the part where i mowed the lawn and then came inside and played the piano.
but the real reason i wasted time to write this was for the next part (you have to pretend i’m singing):
sam’s in loooove, sam’s in looooooove!