I have had a really good couple of days here. In fact, so good, that I have neglected to blog for a few days. I tried to blog and a had told almost all of my stories for the last few days and then I accidentally clicked some link and it took it all away. That always pisses me off. But yes, I have had a really good time. I guess I will start out with my one/four good deed(s) from Thursday. Well, I went to blockbuster late at night on Wednesday to go see if I could get this really huge, really cool Matrix cardboard display. The Blockbuster that had promised us the thing in the first place told us that they had given it to someone else claiming to be me. So we asked them if there was anywhere else we could go to obtain our product. She, the employee, directed us to look at the other Blockbusters to see if any of them had kept theirs. We, me and Frankie, then ventured off to the ghetto Blockbuster at Pak-and-Save where the wondrous display was still up and there in all of its glory. We asked if we could somehow acquire this master piece but the workers there at the moment said that the only associate with the power of bestowing upon us this gift was the Store Manager named Gary. Gary did not work evenings. Gary is a slacker. We left the store feeling very dejected when I looked behind me as we trod off from the place of woe only to see the salvation for my morale. A very large, outdoor poster for the Matrix was erected outside of the side window, one obscured from the inside eyes of Blockbuster minions by movie displays and stands. Not only was this wonderful specimen erected on the outside of the window, it was also already falling down in the top, right hand corner of the top right hand segment. This atrocity was destroying the image of this neighbor hood, a poster failing in the wind is not a good thing for property prices, so I thusly removed the segments of poster with Frankie's help and then rolled the poster up while Frankie brought Mom's Pontiac around to the side of the merchandise lenders shop so that no overly zealous employee could misconstrue our activities as stealing. I hurriedly opened the backseat door on Frankie's side, ran to the passenger side and threw myself in to the seat, still closing my door as Frankie squealed the black Grand Prix around the parking lot islands and unto the street. We had made it out of the den of Blockbusterites and decide to celebrate the successful liberation of our prize by eating at Taco Bell. When we arrived at our home I immediately began to erect the bounty on my own wall as I sign of my virility and prowess. I enlisted the help of my younger female sibling to attach the lower left segment of the poster to my wall. The finished product of my endeavors is the magnificent display of my treasure now, signifying my Fanboy-like obsession with The Matrix. It looks so cool, you have no idea.
And that was our vocabulary lesson for the rest of the week. I wish I had found a place to use the word "gelatinous".
Thursday at school was rather a droll day, nothing but jealous mobs of people after my poster. Frankie did get me out of school for a while because Gary, the store manager, was supposed to be at work from 9-5 but he was not in. Gary is a gelatinous loser. We got some lunch at Jack-in-the-Box and I went back to school for people to drool all over my chocolate shake. I am starting to hate Gary with a sever form of vengeance mixed in. But yes, later on that day, Thursday, Ashley had one of the best ideas I have heard in a very long time. She should spend the night over and we could get ready for Halloween together, at my house, in the morning and then go to school, since I live like a block away. Our guardians hesitantly agreed to out dubious proposition, to our glee. Ashley discovered, part way through the night, that she had abandoned herself at my house without makeup. In a hurry, she thrust herself at my computer to ask of her to sister that favor of bringing her, Ashley's, makeup to my house with her, Nichole, in the morning. Relieved, Ashley and I lied down on my bed to immerse ourselves in the cinematic pleasure that is Fight Club. While enjoying this brainchild of Chuck Palahuink and Fox Films, we took sporadic breaks to prepare ourselves for the day to come. Ashley tried on the various attributes of her costume, such as fish net stockings, knee high boots, low cut black top, miniskirt and a nun hat with various attachable sayings of a pun-like nature. Her costume rocked. I was taping cotton balls to my sweatshirt and jeans and filling up my squirt gun. I was Partially Cloudy with a Chance of Rain. In the morning we actually woke up mostly on time and Nichole brought Ashley the unnecessary face accessories. I think Ashley happens to look really beautiful without make up. Prettier than when she does wear all of her regular make ups. Though the black eye stuff does look good. Well, we were almost late because Ashley was putting on her reunited supplies and I was looking for a water bottle label for Nic. We finally left my house and made it to school barely before the bell. My costume was appreciated fully only by those who knew what I was before hand. I would ask people to guess what I was and every time they answered wrong, I would squirt them. Hell, I squirted people just because I could. Pieter socked me in the arm but he warned me that he would so I kinda deserved it. Though it was worth it to get a nice healthy stream of water in Pieters ear. After school time activities and instruction were all over, we left for Stevens house. Steven was not at is house so we turned back toward the school to walk back to my house. At my house I heifer ed out on French bread and cranberry juice. Nancy and Ashley just gazed at my fabulous display of Matrix memorabilia while chewing on French bread. My mother then transported all three of us to the house of Ashley. Many activities commenced upon the arrival of all guests. Those attending were myself, Ashley, Nancy, Morgana, Brian and Steven. Nancy was playing guitar and the other four were making out with their respective significant others for a majority of the time that they could. I cooked pizza and had a very intense pillow fight with Nichole. That was a lot of fun and I am still hitting you Nichole, did you quit? At one point during the Halloween festivities I was dragged and humped and pushed and forced in to the upstairs bathroom where I was expected to masturbate to relieve my horny status. I quickly dispersed from the bathroom and barracaded myself in Ashleys room to deter any more attacks on my vaginal integrity. I was also humped by both Ashley and Morgana. All in all, I had an exceptionally scary and mildly scarring Halloween episode. Tonight I am to attend a sleep over and birthday party for Amanda. I have no idea who will be there beyond Me, Ashley and, of course, Amanda. I expect another evening of teenage horniness and mayhem. I will bestow upon you the full detailed account of my evening at Amandas when I can. Hopefully this massive, full text, no lyrics post will relieve you of your Crista yearnings for now. Until then, late.
CMaZ
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