Saturday, November 13, 2010

purple stain

So I'm in 7th grade and Grand Theft Auto: Vice City is out and appears to be just about the coolest thing ever.

The issue was that I was about 12 years old and my mommy had a funny habit of watching the news. With the arrival of Jack Thompson of the scene, the cool thing for news networks at the time was to bash anything with an M rating.

Long story short, 12 year old Sean never got the chance to play the hot new game.

Looking back, that might not have been a bad thing- Now that I'm in college, I bought the game that was the shit back in '04, and there isn't a thing my mommy can do about it.

Case in point: one of the objectives in the game is to steal specific cars. Today, I'm walking down the street here in Pullman and see the real life version of car I need to steal in the game. I mentally pressed the button to steal the car, and after realizing that I indeed had not stolen the real life car, I noticed that I may need to take a break from the rebellious video game playing.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand back to my day. It was rather dandy.

The sorority Alpha Delta Pi (I think...) had their formal get together thingy tonight, and I ended up attending the event with Leslie. This meant two things, a lot of dancing, and me wearing pants for my first time since being here.

The pants part kinda sucked. But the dancing was cool.

There seems to be some sort of curse when it comes to me and formal dances, if tonight/senior prom are any indication.

I could have sworn that Leslie said we needed to meet at 7:45. So, when I rolled out of bed at 6:30, started watching and episode of scrubs completely unprepared for anything fancy, I was a bit taken aback when I was informed that I should drive to Sorority's house ASAP.

I managed to get completely ready and whatnot in about 8 minutes. Even for a dude, I think thats kind of impressive. I retrieved my car from the lot, picked up Shakeila from Stephenson, abducted Randy from a street corner (not kidding) and picked up Leslie and Taylor from their house.

My only complaint about the dance was the lack of Lady Gaga, with the exception of a rather horrible remix of telephone.

Finally, I returned home, crashed for a few hours, and chillaxed with the bros.

Oh what? 6 days till home? Hailllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll Yea.
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