days left until Christmas!
days left until Hanuka!
days left until Kwanza!
days left until Festivus!
Days until I can drive my mom's car to the Met game and tailgate!
Days until my birthday
Days until The Taylor's birthday
Days until Shari's birthday
Days until we theoretically get out of school
Do you know a date that should be added to this list for no reason? Tell me. Do not Email the Hormone with your request.
What You Must Be Thinking By Now
Why has Jay decided to call everyone in Bronx Science a pussy so far?
Well, you see, we were planning to play a baseball game with them on June 2. All was going to be fine...
But then, there was some rain overnight. True, this could put the game into doubt...but it was a bright sunny day in the morning. I check my e-mail to get the directions, the game hadn't been canceled yet, so off I went.
Off to Queens, where I met Roger and Jackson at the bus stop. We went to the field, late, to discover that we were the only players there. After careful considerations, we realized that since there were only 3 of us, we couldn't score any runs as team Stuy (with no stealing we could only load the bases). So we hung around with this Rudy guy who eventually showed up.
While I did improve my pitching abilitied dramatically, and work on batting lefty, I also wasted a lot of money getting myself there and back and all. I don't see why those guys didn't show up.
I don't know if he has it up yet, but Roger said he would post more reasons as to why Bronx Science sucks. Go see if he did.
Oh No! What Ever Did We Do?
Seeing as waiting for that other school to show up was futile, we went and raided Mangan's house. I played Star Craft for the first time, and if that ring that wants to go up still wants a 4th player, I can learn fast. It looks like fun.
After a little while we watched "Blackmail 1" and "Blackmail 2," also known as the Parse Error tapes. Man they were funny. If you wanna see them , go bother Roger.
We then went to play basketball. Upon playing some 3 on 3, we realized we all suck. Upon losing to some old white guys, we realized suck doesn't begin to describe it, although I did hit a nice jump shot...once.
After that I thought "I should go to get the boat." But it was too late, so I went to wait an hour. We played Marvel vs. Capcom. Then I realized it was once again too late to leave, waited another hour and just left.
After running back to get my bag, I walked fast to the bus stop. I get there 11:08. The schedule said 11:10, next bus at 11:28. At 11:20 a bus came, and by then Mangan Jose and Wilson had caught up to me to go to Kevin's.
I got into Gand Central with 10 minutes to get to the 12:30 boat. A light appeared in the tunnel!...and was a constuction car. So around 12:50 I got to the terminal. Around 1:45 a boat showed up. Around 3 my mom yelled at me for getting home so late...oh well. The moral of the story is tht Bronx Science sucks and costs you time and money.
Oh Yeah!
Somehting I left out above:
On that bus that came at 11:20...
Due to paying bus fair for Roger earlier, I ended up not having any money on my metrocard (How'd I let that slip?). After asking some people in the back if they had change for $2, this guy with slurred speach and a bud in his hand gave me his metrocard. He's the man.
After saying the only thing that wouldn't make him pay for me was the fact that I'm a met fan, we all started talking about baseball. This guys hates Jeter, called him a mama's boy. Also says Piazza's a mama's boy, shoulda charged Clemmons...which brought him to the point of calling Clemmons a nasty mother fucker. He said the best guy on the Yanks is Paul O'Neil, as he's a dirty white boy, and he loves fucking dirty white boys....or does he love ditry fucking white boys...whatever. He was the man. He gives me hope there are actually some nice guys out there.
Silly Me
After that bus ride the 4 of us boarded a 7 train. The dude went to get a cab somewhere.
As we got down the stairs, there was someone Wilson thought had a nice ass. We ended up following her into a car, where she sat in a corner and said something to Wilson, at which point Wilson appologized. This went on for a train ride. As the lady got off, a cop who had also come in got her number (so I'm told). Wilson questioned the legallity of this, asked the officer for the number, and then told other officers at another stop about him. They just laughed at poor Wilson. Hah!
Ling Is A PANSY!
Yes, it's true. Ling is nothing more than a pansy.
I was wondering around, minding my own buisness on the second or third day of Garth's GIVE ME DRUG MONEY GAME! Killer. Mr. Weil wasn't in school, and I was enjoying my new-found 6th period, when I followed some people into the SU, and then the Spectator office.
The rotating door kinda thing to the dark room was turned, and who should I find standing in there with a walkie talkie other than Ling. The pansy was hiding in there the whole time, having his kills orchestated by Garth's friends. I'm glad he wasn't he last man standing...I think.
Insteadm that "honor" went to Alice. That bitch.
After a lot of squirting, she demanded that Jesse Burros come out to make sure she didn't squirt him. Now, Jesse doesn't have much of a choice here. Either he comes out to proove it, or he runs and it's probably assumed he was hit. Besides, he has an AP to take. So he comes out, and she shoots him. That bitch.
Thus, Garth's Killer was won by Garth, and I'm glad I didn't play.
Who cares at this point, we need a fucking decent pitching coach.
THE CLEANERS!
The Cleaners continue to roam the halls of Stuy!
Still taking people for rides.
Mr. Cab will take you for a ride to the Laundromat, which resides in between the law offices of The Law and the muffin shop of The Muffin Man, and although you may experience the Traction of Action along the way, you'll be able to get some of Orgasmus' special Snapple or see the Multiple Orgasms, witness the Shafting action of The Big Black, have your clothes (or self) Permanently Pressed by The Taylor, see the Spin Cycles of Washburn, see the Nylon Drop of the Culoman, and much much more.
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