Fifteen

So Michael came over last weekend. He took me to Edo, a sushi restaurant on Easton. It was some of the best Sushi I have had in the area. I got this roll called the Crazy Dragon Roll, it had shrimp tempura, avocado, cucumber, and eel. I loved every little bite of it. I haven't had sushi in forever, so it really was a treat. Then he took me to this adorable little coffee joint called West End, and we split and Strawberry rhubarb Pie. It may possibly be one of the loveliest thing I have ever had the pleasure of putting in my mouth. And I may just have him take me for it again in the near future, aka next weekend. I got kind of sick, so we stopped back in the room for a bit.

While at the room Zac stopped by, and we played on 30chan. We ended up realizing one of the people we play with on Stickam watched a fat woman jerked off a dog on Stickam thanks to a screen cap on 30chan. This was probably the greatest can experience ever, since it was like, chan coming to you, without your n00dz ending up all over the internet. Thank you 30chan, thank you for that Epic Win.

Around 12, Michael and I decided to go for out late night walk, which is something we will be doing a lot of at Rutgers. Due to the fact I do not have an Fake ID and that I am not 21, which really sucks. It must be hard for him to date a girl four years younger than him, since we can't go out to bars, go out on the town, or do things that being of age requires. I hope that we stay together long enough to enjoy me being 21 together. Since I have a feeling we'd have a blast.

We wandered around for a little bit. Talking and smoking, if you have been reading this blog at all, this is pretty much what we do. Around one thirty in the morning, we decided to walk back home. On our venture back, we were accosted by an old crust punk, asking us to go into this house and drink beer. Note the fact that he did not live in this house, and Michael and I are rather sure, he did not know anyone there either. Someone asked him if he wanted to go get something to eat, his reply was, "I went to the grease truck trash cans earlier, I'm full." (Note later that week I in fact did see him loitering around grease truck garbage cans.) We ended up talking to him for a little bit, and truthfully he was a very nice fellow. It is strange how so many 20 something people live in New Brunswick and don't goto school. I find this whole idea very strange, because New Brunswick is kind of like a pit. It is fun to goto school there and visit people who goto school there, but it is the kind of place you would never want to just live. It is just a dirty loud place to live.



So we go into this house and it is a mish-mash of people. People that would never hang out with one another during the day but come together in a single house to get fucked up and play beer pong. This man gave Michael a cup made for protein shakes. Which apparently was not his to give, and the meat head who this cup belonged, flipped the fuck out and threw it. In, you know, typical steroid freak out style. The guy, who's name is Charlie, that gave Michael the cup, ended up getting into a drunkin' tiff with him, and it was rather hysterical. He actually said, "Don't you be treatin' my boy like that. " Shortly after we were introduced to Charlie's Peruvian girlfriend, who I absolutely love. Her topics of conversation including how she took his virginity and how Peruvian she was. Whenever she scored in beer pong, she did a booty drop and screamed "OW!" She may possibly be the most amazing human being ever in the history of man kind.

Shortly after this extravaganza of strangeness, something even stranger happened, my beloved Jana appeared of of nowhere. From what I could gather, she was invited into the house by a "homeless" man and entered because he said there was a party. She entered by herself. That, btw, is why I love Jana. Who will party no matter who, what, when, and where. It is truly a beautiful thing. While Jana and I were talking, and while Michael was talking to one of his kind, who was just you know, casually rolling a blunt in a house that wasn't his, Michael's ex-girlfriend showed up.

It is really weird being around a girl who's vagina was also once home to your boyfriend's penis. The entire time I was looking at her, that was strangely all I could think of. I cannot say mean things about her personality or how she is. Since I do not know her and it would be unfair to base my opinion of her just of what Michael has told me. But, I can in all honesty say her one art faggoty friend was lacking any sort of resemblance of class. She has a horribly done reconstructed shirt and she grabbed with duck tape on it, and the back cut out to reveal her American Apparel tube bra. Her hair was ironed flat into an atrocious amount of angles She grabbed my necklace and said, "She has this, and I have that!" In this rude disgusting chain smoking coked out tone. I don't know if she was coked up or not truthfully, that is just an assumption, but man that bitch looked fucked up. But yeah, this bitch paws my shit to inform me that her and her friend have it too. I was so shocked by this display of classlessness I could barely speak. Thankfully they left quickly, and I did not have to deal with their lack of class and atrocious fashion anymore.

So shortly after this episode Jana and I started talking again and the meat head from before began trying to mack it to Jana. Which included calling her slow and stupid and asking her if she flossed before or after she brushed. So it was basically like a real live episode of the Pick Up Artist. At this point he whispered into my ear, "Do you see how crunk I am?" where I preceded to laugh in his face. It was at this time, Mike and I decided to go.



The rest of the weekend Mike and I spent: fucking, sitting, walking, smoking, and reading. The next night we saw a rap battle and heard a guy say, "Listen to my rhymes, You are a ginga your penis is small, I fucked your motha." The rest of my week was just a lot of hard work and being sick. I got a parking permit and a ticket for accidentally running a red life. Oh well, I guess thats how life goes.