I haven't really posted anything of value in ages because I have been way too busy with finishing out student teaching and everything. Here are some stories that need to be posted but have taken a long time in getting up here.
The graduation party worked out great. First my brother went shopping for kegs in his graduation gown. Then with the kegs in the garage, and the fruit platters and mr. pita in the house, we had two parties in one basically. And finally, I came away with some friggin Graduation cash, and 5 scratch-off lottery tickets.
Went to go play Basketball with my roommate Kunal. We got out of the car at 7:43 pumped, as we had just watched some Michal Jordan movies. We returned to the car at 7:58 sore, winded, and begging for water.
It's the last day of teaching and by 10 pm I am already 3 bars deep into my friday night. I started off with the teachers at my school at the bar in East Boston, then I went home and changed into a sweatshirt and overalls and met up with the teachers of Kunal's school at the cambridge bar. Despite the bar tender giving me attitude (probably for my outfit) I got it started with a REAL Irish Car Bomb, shot of Jameson dropped into a glass of Guiness. Pretty soon Kunal's teachers started to die out and it is basically me, Steve-O and the bitch ass bar tender, so we decide to bounce. As soon as we get to another I get a text message from this girl who I used to see around campus who is just all kinds of hot saying that she's going to try and come out. I'm thinking the end of the year is when you finally pony up the balls to try something with the member of the opposite sex that you may have a crush on...right? 20 minutes and two pitchers later we are next to my car and for some reason I decide that we need to be making out on my passenger seat. However 5 minutes as we lay back on the car seat I pass out, and awake 3 hours later to this girl sitting akwardly on my drivers seat. I look down at the drivers seat and find a steaming pile of vomit. My car has smelled flat out disgusting since then.
GM stock was lowered to junk status last week, which I am not happy about at all being the son of GM employee for my whole life. Also last week, the mechanic changing my oil took me under my car and showed me that chunks of my brake rotors had been falling off of my not-even-two-year-old GM car for a while now, and it might result in $500.00 worth of work. On the way home my 'Service Engine Soon' light came on.
Last night we had a reception for our program because we had officially finished all of our classes and our other responsibilities. It was a brief two hour event with a couple speeches by the president and the dean and the director, lots of food, and an OPEN BAR. Needless to say things got sloppy quick, and before they closed the bar We managed to steal a whole gang of un opened beers. Unfortunately these weren't twist offs, and in attempting to open the beer up I manage to get a huge gash down my left thumb. So here I am drunk, with an open wound, and I get a call reminding me that I have to go to the thank you dinner for the student government association at this fancy Harvard Faculty Club. So I arrive, drunk, open wound, and now lots of blood stains on my shirt to a room full of completely sober, nicely dressed student government people and realize that if ever in my life had I ever been "that guy" this moment I had some how managed to exceed my "that-guy-ness" immeasurably
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bee-aaa-yootiful!
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