silentball was off tha heezy
moving sucks. i mean, it sucks a lot. honestly, i can’t think of too many things i dread more than moving, but i sucked it up today and helped Ben move all his shit up to my apartment (4th floor). he’s staying there over the summer. in a moment of wisdom, Ben pointed out that just as one should not pack boxes that are too heavy for one to carry (ahem, Priyanka), one should also not purchase electronics that one cannot easily transport. but after some doin’, we got the 27″ up to my (i.e. Ben’s) place. on the plus side, the weather was fairly cool, albeit quit humid, and i got a free Dell QuietKey keyboard and interesting mousepad from Jenn.
the chef salads at Clarke’s are fuggin’ enormous. i couldn’t finish mine. then anna marie and i watched Bulworth, which i’d seen but she hadn’t. oh, and before that, we drove Susan, et al out of the apartment. whoops.
but yeah, overall, a good day, because i’m feeling more relaxed. i’ll take care of the unpaid bills as soon as the checks arrive in the mail, and i guess i’ll call my landlord and tell her about Ben moving in. yeah, and i talked to my mom, and i’ve now got a strategy for dealing with this College Scholars bullshit.
have you ever heard of silentball? this game is fuggin’ awesome. we played it all the time in 7th grade when our teacher, Mr. Porter, didn’t feel like teaching us anything. in fact, come to think of it, it’s a perfect game for teachers’ stress relief, and it’s fabulous. here’s how you play. first, everyone sits on their desk. if you talk, you’re out (hence the stress relief aspect). you throw a ball (we used a koosh ball) at other people sitting on their desks, and if they catch it, they stay in. if they drop it, they’re out. and if your toss is just awful and no one has a chance at catching it, you’re out.
anyway, i had a great strategy in silentball. i’d pick out all the prissy bitches i hated and throw it as hard as i could at them. it was great. the only thing i had to worry about was Mr. Porter, because that guy could throw about 75 mph, so he’d wing it at me if was too much of a dickfor about it. but all in all, i think he kind of got a kick out of my targeting of the chicks. oh man, Franklin Middle School… those were the days.