Well, I’m back! Had some monster fun this week. Monday was Ribfest, or in my case, IceCreamConeFest with Greg, Emily, Sophie and Changhai. Wondered if anyone ever came into Ribfest wearing a PETA t-shirt and got jumped. Saw Alex, Mila, Eilish, Chrissy, Louis, Evan, and more. Evan was popular with the ladies.
Random woman in line: “He sure is popular!”
Other random woman: “Why?”
Oh, how we laughed. Tuesday was nothing. Yesterday I slept over at Lins’ house, where we were insane crazy people, ate samosas, and giggled over the most random nonsense…
“It’s like Queer Eye for the Straight Guy! Except we’re not queer…And he’s not straight.”
“I wouldn’t be able to talk to him in person. I’d just be like… ‘Can I touch your face?’”
“Welcome to Spazzy McFreakout’s House of Ice Creamery Goodness!”
“Look at it go! Bzz bzz bzz…”
“WHAT IN THE NAME OF PATEL!?” <~ This sparked many a ridiculous conversation that night.
“Go to your box!”
And so forth. This morning we went so she could get her navel done. That was interesting. When the guy put the clamps on I started giggling, because the whole time I pictured someone running around going “ZE CLAMPS!” and such is my train of thought.
Came home. Napped. Cleaned out my bastard of a garage. Am now here, delaying the cleaning of my room. I still need to learn how to swim somewhat. Taste of the Danforth tomorrow. Woooo.