Rendezvous

I love the word rendezvous. I like to say it normally, rendezvous, but I also like to say it like, ren-dezz-vowss. But that's besides the point. This weekend was pretty awesome. And for those out there who think I am anti-social, you got one coming to you. Friday I hit up some Espresso Art and watched everyone smoke hookah, while Nello and I made fun of slutty sorority girls who couldn't walk in their prostitute shoes. The sad part was that we made particular fun of one of them, and then she came over to compliment me. Poor girl, she didn't realize our blatantly obvious jokes at her expense.

Then I went to 4th Ave. for my friend's 21st birthday. Wow, do trashy Mexican dudes love me. And I was just wearing jeans and boots and a plaid button-down shirt. I don't particularly enjoy attention from men, especially not from those types. But I guess that's why they don't have a women. They whistle and shout things at women. Way to stay classy men. So we eventually hit up my new favorite bar, The Buffet, where I conversed [whilst standing in everyone's way] with my friend's friend about crazy ER stories. Such stories included one about a 37-year-old man sticking a pool noodle (those floating things) up his you-know-what... long story short, he now has a colostomy bag for the rest of his life. Bummois. And some dude sneezed and his guts exploded out of the stitches from his appendectomy. He had his innards in a plastic bag..

And then someone dared me to go talk to this dude who was all alone, but I was pretty sure (from the expression on his face) that he was alone for a reason..... he had to vomit.... and after a trip to the restroom shortly thereafter, I am pretty sure he took care of business. But alas, I never had the courage to say hello to the loner.

Oh, and did I forget to mention that the parentals are visiting? And they are currently sleeping here, in my lovely little house.... on my lovely little bed.

I got the couch..... yay... and currently find myself on my abused laptop.

But I did get a good deal out of it. My mom wanted to help me clean my house, which I refused to let her do. But when we went to Urban Outfitters, she would only get me the clothes if I let her help me clean up.... How could I refuse?????... but really, I hate having other people clean. I can never find things then. Lame-o.

Hope you all had such a cool weekend. And by you all, I mean, the two people who read my blog out of pity. That's okay. I have no idea why I actually am doing this blog. And continuing it. Perhaps its for my own mental sanity. But actually I think its mostly as a distraction. I get bored. And it is something to do besides watch the History Channel or pay attention in class or study. Although the History Channel is generally on at the same time. I can't get enough of it. One might say I am addicted. But I don't think rehab is the next step..

Well good night world.... And Good Night Moon. (in Hebrew).

This book is ingenious. Love it