Thus, as I have basically nothing to do, I thought I'd come on and blog. (This post will be the equivalent of a middle school yearbook signature that says:
This
This is
This is wasting
This is wasting your
This is wasting your space
This is wasting your space!!!!
Stay cool! You're Friend, Jay
(Yes. I was that jackass who did that.)
Anyway, my class schedule is starting to come together and I am totally stressed out about whether I'm going to graduate, and how I am going to find the time to do all of the ridiculously fun, crazy things this semester while still getting enough credits to graduate. For the record, during the course of the semester I plan to do the following things:
1) Go skiing in Vermont and/or New Hampshire (which DA will help me accomplish)
2) Eat Omaha Steaks, Chickens, Burgers, Fishes, and Potatoes (which no one is permitted to help me accomplish.)
3) Increase my general tolerance to alcohol by yet another degree. (All are welcome.)
4) Reduce my Nicotine addiction and Reduce my Fatassery into Awesomery.
5) Continue to grow my hair.
6) Take two supremely awesome trips (lasting 6 days altogether) to DC and LA for some kick ass wedding festivities.
7) Force yet another unwise, yet entirely awesome trip to Europe on student loan money.
8) Go out dancing.
9) Go to more concerts. (Cat Power is playing in Feb...)
10) Go to a Celtics game (DA?)
11) Remember to call your mother.
Anyhow, I made that list because I'm wasting time and I don't know what to do with myself. So, I will post a picture of one of the delicious morsels of meat I ate while I was in Paris. It was an ENORMOUS, Fatty, bloody, delicious Steak-Frites with a glass of red wine, eaten outside with baguettes at the Bastille. Yes. My life IS better than yours.
5 comments:
That steak looks way too thin to contain a reasonable amount of uncooked (ie, unruined) meat.
Also, it's like 1/8 the size of your face in that picture, perspective aside, so I don't see how it was ENORMOUS.
I noticed that too...it's all proximity.
..but it was probably an inch thick, raw, and at least 16-20 ounces. Plus, I have a huge face.
Sounds pretty good. Can't wait to ski (and perhaps the Celtics game)--I have already been to 2 NBA games this year so 1 more won't hurt.
I also will be happy to take part in the booze and steaks. But just one request...Please don't take me dancing...I can just picture your big mop flopping around on the dance floor--not a pretty sight.
Instead, I want to go the bars where all of the Harvard intellectuals hang out so I can feel cool. "I got her number! How do you like them apples!"
DA
Actually, the bar where the "How d'ya like dem apples" took place was torn down and replaced with a super fratty, super stevey, super-douche type bar called "Grafton Street."
And I didn't invite you to the steaks. You live in Omaha. you can eat broccolini.
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