MONDAY HANGOVER: Worst. Summer. EVER.
Yup, you bet. I'm already super-MIA. It sucks, I know, but that's the price you pay when you're prepping for the Bar Exam.
With any luck, this place will become my creative outlet, and I'll do a lot of afternoon posting. Here's hoping that, once I get into a routine (starting with Bar/Bri wednesday), that I'll be writing a little more often.
As for your Star Wars review, odds are I'll wait it out until Thursday, once my weeklong spoiler moratorium is over, and just go all out. I will tell you that I saw it again the other day, and liked it even more the second time around. Kup was relatively enthused on the phone tonight, but Jerry and I were in the midst of an ambiguously gay Corona/Friends-a-thon at Natalie's place, and I didnt have a lot of time to talk to him. Also, I was hammered, and couldn't pay a whole ton of attention to our conversation. I'd apologize, but he doesn't read here, so it's not worth the effort.
Anywho, what a week! Pmbr sucks already, meaning Bar Prep BLOWS. So I've spent my evenings keeping busy. I'll admit, I can't wait to clean the HELL out of this place this week, but taking these last few days to enjoy my evenings before buckling down has been pretty nice. Thursday, after my first class, I had a wonderfully chill evening at Carolyn's eating spaghetti and watching the season finale of the OC. I've seen two episodes now, and am almost officially hooked. Cheesy melodrama and cute girls is SO me.
Friday featured an evening on the town with Andy, Pizz, and Meredith, and Drew finally sacked up, got wasted, bought me a Club Chalupa, and booted. Good for him! About time he let his hair down! Generally, I scoped honeys all night, and since I lacked a point man, left it at that. Though I did look pretty stunning in my 70s shirt and glasses, I didn't feel motivated enough to try for any fine fine foxy ladies. Bounding into AliMac at the bar was a welcomed surprise, even if my generally worn-out demeanor didn't convey as much.
Saturday was solidness, as it started out with a Red Robin dinner with 'Dina and Chris my superduper sister/bro-in-law duo. I'll say this for them (even though they don't visit the Kingdom), they're probably the best, most purely in love and down-to-earth solid-as-all-hell couple I've ever had the pleasure of eating dinner with. I could only be so lucky as to have a relationship like theirs someday. However, it was slightly weird to jokingly ask them when I get to become Coool Uncle Adam, and actually get a straight-up-legit answer. It's official, kids, my sister's on the clock (not that she's pregnant..but that she's actively planning such tomfoolery) crazy. I'm almost officially old.
The night continued as I met Jerry (insanity-- i know!) and Nat, and about a half-dozen of Nat's friends down in the Southside. I also met the positively pleasant Lauren, the Irish-Catholic PA School friend of Nat's who I spent a super-enjoyable evening laughing and carrying on with. She seems pretty gosh-darned cool, and the digits are mine. Details to follow (assuming I find the time this graduation weekend) to take the girl to dinner. The lesson I learned this weekend is that I'm a lot better at breaking the ice when I have an "in," and that once I do so, I'm pretty frakkin' irresistable ;)
Of course I kid, but really, though Nat and Jerry had absolutley zero faith in me, I did okay.
Yesterday I spent another fine, sunny afternoon with Jerbear, Nat, and Nat's roomate, Lara (freaky), hanging out, drinkin a little, and watching an AWFUL lot of Friends. Jerry has just NOW discovered the show, and he's working his way through the DVDs. We had an awful good time laughing, and determining (in what is to become the lamest sentence I've ever typed) that I'm somewhere around 70% Chandler and 30% Ross (but early season Ross-- not super-insano douchebag Ross).
Let us never speak of this again. Although watching Jerry and I reconvene in Nat's room to watch the show on her computer while the ladies watched Desperate Houswives and Grey's Anatomy must've been pretty funny.
That should do it for now. Give me a week or so to get used to my new schedule, and there should be some semblance of creative normalcy around here...I hope. I realize that I'm losing hits by the truckload. Ah well. Things started off a year ago, and I'm pretty sure we'll have a solid ebb/flow as the months progress..
That is, if I keep this up...
Alrighty, bedtime. Enjoy your Mondays, kids, I'll be back soon!
-apk
ps: I need two things from y'all:
1) Blogiversary Ideas
2) Good, outside-the-box ideas for first dates. Oh, how I miss the Sports Emporium.
With any luck, this place will become my creative outlet, and I'll do a lot of afternoon posting. Here's hoping that, once I get into a routine (starting with Bar/Bri wednesday), that I'll be writing a little more often.
As for your Star Wars review, odds are I'll wait it out until Thursday, once my weeklong spoiler moratorium is over, and just go all out. I will tell you that I saw it again the other day, and liked it even more the second time around. Kup was relatively enthused on the phone tonight, but Jerry and I were in the midst of an ambiguously gay Corona/Friends-a-thon at Natalie's place, and I didnt have a lot of time to talk to him. Also, I was hammered, and couldn't pay a whole ton of attention to our conversation. I'd apologize, but he doesn't read here, so it's not worth the effort.
Anywho, what a week! Pmbr sucks already, meaning Bar Prep BLOWS. So I've spent my evenings keeping busy. I'll admit, I can't wait to clean the HELL out of this place this week, but taking these last few days to enjoy my evenings before buckling down has been pretty nice. Thursday, after my first class, I had a wonderfully chill evening at Carolyn's eating spaghetti and watching the season finale of the OC. I've seen two episodes now, and am almost officially hooked. Cheesy melodrama and cute girls is SO me.
Friday featured an evening on the town with Andy, Pizz, and Meredith, and Drew finally sacked up, got wasted, bought me a Club Chalupa, and booted. Good for him! About time he let his hair down! Generally, I scoped honeys all night, and since I lacked a point man, left it at that. Though I did look pretty stunning in my 70s shirt and glasses, I didn't feel motivated enough to try for any fine fine foxy ladies. Bounding into AliMac at the bar was a welcomed surprise, even if my generally worn-out demeanor didn't convey as much.
Saturday was solidness, as it started out with a Red Robin dinner with 'Dina and Chris my superduper sister/bro-in-law duo. I'll say this for them (even though they don't visit the Kingdom), they're probably the best, most purely in love and down-to-earth solid-as-all-hell couple I've ever had the pleasure of eating dinner with. I could only be so lucky as to have a relationship like theirs someday. However, it was slightly weird to jokingly ask them when I get to become Coool Uncle Adam, and actually get a straight-up-legit answer. It's official, kids, my sister's on the clock (not that she's pregnant..but that she's actively planning such tomfoolery) crazy. I'm almost officially old.
The night continued as I met Jerry (insanity-- i know!) and Nat, and about a half-dozen of Nat's friends down in the Southside. I also met the positively pleasant Lauren, the Irish-Catholic PA School friend of Nat's who I spent a super-enjoyable evening laughing and carrying on with. She seems pretty gosh-darned cool, and the digits are mine. Details to follow (assuming I find the time this graduation weekend) to take the girl to dinner. The lesson I learned this weekend is that I'm a lot better at breaking the ice when I have an "in," and that once I do so, I'm pretty frakkin' irresistable ;)
Of course I kid, but really, though Nat and Jerry had absolutley zero faith in me, I did okay.
Yesterday I spent another fine, sunny afternoon with Jerbear, Nat, and Nat's roomate, Lara (freaky), hanging out, drinkin a little, and watching an AWFUL lot of Friends. Jerry has just NOW discovered the show, and he's working his way through the DVDs. We had an awful good time laughing, and determining (in what is to become the lamest sentence I've ever typed) that I'm somewhere around 70% Chandler and 30% Ross (but early season Ross-- not super-insano douchebag Ross).
Let us never speak of this again. Although watching Jerry and I reconvene in Nat's room to watch the show on her computer while the ladies watched Desperate Houswives and Grey's Anatomy must've been pretty funny.
That should do it for now. Give me a week or so to get used to my new schedule, and there should be some semblance of creative normalcy around here...I hope. I realize that I'm losing hits by the truckload. Ah well. Things started off a year ago, and I'm pretty sure we'll have a solid ebb/flow as the months progress..
That is, if I keep this up...
Alrighty, bedtime. Enjoy your Mondays, kids, I'll be back soon!
-apk
ps: I need two things from y'all:
1) Blogiversary Ideas
2) Good, outside-the-box ideas for first dates. Oh, how I miss the Sports Emporium.
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