November 27, 2004

  • 'ello me darlings. [pix inserted by rinni]

    As you can probably tell unless your blind lets say or incrediblely stupid, this is not Lin.

    Notice for one, all the spelling errors aready made and the complete englishy sentences.

    Sorta like, it's my birthday and I'll type if I want tooo, type if I want too, type if I want tooo, you would type too if your sitting sidesways in a chair trying to type this.

    Lessrue, its about 2:58 AM according to Lin's clocky o clock, and we're just sitting around spazzing out with the incriminating webcam footage.

    John's playing the mokona, Derrick is trying to teach it stupid pet tricks and Long is of course, passed out on the bed drunk.  Which is suppose to be MY sleeping spot but I figure I'll shove him off buffalo like.

    You probably didn't get that reference.

    Lin: Are you training Mokona for the circus?
    Derrick: Yeap, the lice circus.
    Lin:

    Like the water ebbing away the sand, my memories going away the same thing. You know what, let me just copy and paste this to my own xanga dammit.

    We were suppose to meet at 5:30 which really meant 6 in NG language, but of course I forgot that little detail. Having your teeth drilled will do that to ya.

    So I got there, after rushing out of my house at 5:30ish haphazarly putting clothes on and asked if the time to meet was indeed 5:30. Twas a big fat lie of course, but Lin sent Aaron to keep me company.

    Or at least, thats the gist of what I got. So then Aaron and I were talking about mundane things like a proposed theis that the Guggenheim is actually an example of the seperation of classes and society that exists between the boroughs.  Really, if you think about its true because the Guggenheim is the most DUMBASS building ever.

    You know, holding my arm at this angle is really painful.

    So after many minutes of talking, and suppressed shivering, and the proposed thought that all congration of asians that were drifting near us are possibly my friends and have gifts for me *insert leg lift here* but no, they weren't.

    There was however, this bunch of guys with gifts mind you who drifted back and forth between me and Aaron, and then drifted back again.

    Dammit you yellow boys! Don't tease me! Bastards.

    So after a while, Derrick arrived after talking to his hobo friend and climbed up the stairs to mumble his greetings to us.

    After another round of waiting which seemed longer because it was really cold dammit, I heard somone call out my name, or a cheap impression of it.  I said my greetings in a loud voice and hoped that somone was really calling me and I wasn't going loud and obxious. Whatever, sound it out.

    Turns it was the Yans drifting closer and closer (after Wilson had called us and told us to meet him somewhere else because his sisters had died walking and couldn't back up, later as we found out Jan was wearing tim stilletto's which you coudlnt' really tell if they were in the first place and were basically useless) and it was Shirley that hailed me.

    Hailed me. Like I was sometype of ship or something in the FOOOOOG.



    Ow, my arm really hurts lifting it up like this.

    Then they exclaimed over my hair "ooo" and "ahh" which isn't really exclaiming if you think about it. Then waiting waiting waiting and the rest of the congreation got there.





    Welcoming hugs all around and then we headed off to dinner.  Which was good, because I was hungry dammit.

    After the waitress stopped Aaron before they realized he was going to the bathroom, we waited around some more and then got seated.

    Random pictures taken, food ordered where a stero system of chinese translation followed both on my left (Jei and Jan) and on my right (Shirley and Lin) and I shared that  with the favoritiest gook in the world Aaron.



    Oo, minor edit, this is the picture with Boa and Joey.

    And before all of this could be completed of course, they were talking about the extra special member. That I wasn't suppose to know about of course. Pft, Long, what kind of surprise is that?

    That's like eating, you know what, I'm too tired to think of a retarded metaphore here so supply your own.





    Seriously, I'm not as dumb as I look, tis why I got an iiiiiiiiiiiinvite to the IT! Pwah.

    So we're eating and people were asking "ooh, did you get this? Did you get that?" while we, okay, not we, just I was being my smarky self.  Or as Lin said "can you get this? Can you get that?"

    And when John realized that he had eaten snail he was all scruny face and galskjglskdjg snail?! Apparenly so with Jei and Bryan too.




    So when Long arrived and gave me my gift, in the middle of my beef chewing, we had the buddist meal ssssssssspecially prepared for him. Buddist meaing all he had to eat were the veggies since we ate all the meat.

    We're carnivous, come late, eat vegatables.

    So then Lin turned to me and asked me how I was doing and I turned the other way and said "look cake" which Jei got when she went to see Judy, Lin: JILL! Judy Jill whhhhhhhhhhhatever.  I really thought she went to see her or whatever, all I cared about was if she was coming back.

    Anyway, Lin was trying to distract me from the cake, which I think was a stunt she pulled off with the same success rate as last year actually.

    Then John came in with his one hand holding cake, and they all sang and clapped, and therse a picture of me being retarded but thats besides the point, I'm talking about the picture where I blow out the candles but I look like I'm breathing it all in. Like a Dragon. Oooo la la.








    Okay, I think I'm going to take a break here because my hand really hurts at this angle.


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