I'm tired today.
Bill didn't make it into WOFT. It sucks because I wanted to see that bitch this weekend and now he can't come. He's shipping to boot camp in Missouri next Tuesday. I suppose he will be closer to Lombard, but that doesn't really matter because I CAN'T SEE HIM! Everyone send mail to Bill and wish him luck. Seriously, even if you don't know him. I know there are only 5 people that read this, but whatever.
Last night I went to dinner at the Macaroni Grill with Chris Hopkins, Adam Bolur and Sarah Marousek. We were gonna go to Garfield's in Riverside mall, but it no longer exists! So sad. Garfield's was where the infamous "Bono" sketch was done (picture Bono of U2 with Chris' ripped-off cock in his hand and Chris on the ground screaming). Of course, that was in Moline when Bill and Chris came to visit me at god-awful Augustana. But whatever. So yeah, we had dinner and some drinks, then we went to Hollywood video and rented Bloodsport. Then we came to my house and watched it. I passed out about halfway through because I'm pathetic. I have to make sure I see Chris on Sunday before he too leaves for bootcamp.
So yeah. A couple of my best friends are off to join the military in less than a week. When I first heard about this, it wasn't really a big deal. I suppose I just didn't really think about it too much. But now that the day has almost arrived, it's kind of freaking me out... especially with this Iraq bullshit that's happening. It's quite a step to take, or at least it would for me if I were in their shoes. Maybe I'm being a little extreme when I say this... but I hope to Chris(t) this war is over quickly and that they don't have to do any fighting. I'm sure Bill would say, "Whatever, ya gotta do what ya gotta do" but I don't give a shit. If it were up to me, those assholes would live in my closet.
There's not much else to report. I think there will be some Babylon 5 tonight at Steve's, and then I'm going to Mica's for a bit. I smell dinner, so I'll write more later. Adios.
Bill didn't make it into WOFT. It sucks because I wanted to see that bitch this weekend and now he can't come. He's shipping to boot camp in Missouri next Tuesday. I suppose he will be closer to Lombard, but that doesn't really matter because I CAN'T SEE HIM! Everyone send mail to Bill and wish him luck. Seriously, even if you don't know him. I know there are only 5 people that read this, but whatever.
Last night I went to dinner at the Macaroni Grill with Chris Hopkins, Adam Bolur and Sarah Marousek. We were gonna go to Garfield's in Riverside mall, but it no longer exists! So sad. Garfield's was where the infamous "Bono" sketch was done (picture Bono of U2 with Chris' ripped-off cock in his hand and Chris on the ground screaming). Of course, that was in Moline when Bill and Chris came to visit me at god-awful Augustana. But whatever. So yeah, we had dinner and some drinks, then we went to Hollywood video and rented Bloodsport. Then we came to my house and watched it. I passed out about halfway through because I'm pathetic. I have to make sure I see Chris on Sunday before he too leaves for bootcamp.
So yeah. A couple of my best friends are off to join the military in less than a week. When I first heard about this, it wasn't really a big deal. I suppose I just didn't really think about it too much. But now that the day has almost arrived, it's kind of freaking me out... especially with this Iraq bullshit that's happening. It's quite a step to take, or at least it would for me if I were in their shoes. Maybe I'm being a little extreme when I say this... but I hope to Chris(t) this war is over quickly and that they don't have to do any fighting. I'm sure Bill would say, "Whatever, ya gotta do what ya gotta do" but I don't give a shit. If it were up to me, those assholes would live in my closet.
There's not much else to report. I think there will be some Babylon 5 tonight at Steve's, and then I'm going to Mica's for a bit. I smell dinner, so I'll write more later. Adios.
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