Kill me… not really

16 07 2004

Yeah. So I’m feeling like shit again. Ugh. Neck kills and my ear hurts like it’s infected. I hope the people at UHS (God bless their only slightly competent hearts) didn’t misdiagnose me. If I have menengitis, I’m gonna be pissed… and maybe not so well off, lol.

I started my Commodore’s Cup festivities at Hoofer’s today. I met my team and my captain. We also saw all the crazy costume themes for the party. All the team names have to do with boats. We’re “Shaken, not Stern” with the old Bond theme. Pretty cool. There’s also the “Naked People Agency” that wears trenchcoats and blazers with nothing on underneath. Theres the bondage group (not sure of the name), which is about 7 guys and one girl. They all wear handcuffs and crazy shit. There’s “Fahrenheit 420: The temperature at which Techs burn” who are doing a “mockumentary”. There’s “Techs 101″ who are doing the whole Techs education thing and making sure that people have safe Techs. They even have Techs tips. HAH! Here’s Rule #3 for Safe Techs: Do not jump in the water naked with an inflatable giant penis, at least not in front of the Union Terrace during family hours. (This is based upon past experience where the police deemed this to be a BAD idea.) LOL! There’s “The Striped Mullets” which is self-explanatory. There’s “The Refeerees” too, who have a triple meaning to their name.

So I guess it’s gonig to be a great next seven days full of judge bribery, a bit of booze, a ton of fun, some tasty food and more. I’m sure I’ll update, but feel free to ask me how goes it. Till then, I’m feelin shitty, so I’m out.





Katzenjammer Kids

16 07 2004

Bullet – Mason Jennings                            

                                                   

This is a bullet from a gun called “what the fuck?”
If i was standing in your shoes i’d throw my hands straight up
And start explaining at the speed of light, not sound
How the words get some coffee came to mean get down
And all the kings horses and all the kings yen
Couldn’t stop the abracadabra that invites these men
And all the alleyways in amsterdam could not compete
Against the wall street speed with which you leave your feet
Oh yes, this song is a joke
Funny like our house going up in smoke
Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss
You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lips
Everytime the phone rings you get there first
And when the pizza man comes you always run for your purse
Now i’m the son of a banker, i know just what the deal is
If you wrote it out in braille, i wouldn’t even have to feel it
Oh yes, this song is a joke
Funny like our house going up in smoke
Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss
You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lips
Funny how goodbye can sound so sad sometimes
Today it sounds happy like a nursery rhyme
And you’re not cinderella, so don’t forget your shoes
I’ve never been as lonely as when i was with you
Oh yes, this song is a scream
Funny like our loving doused in gasoline
Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss
You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lips
This is fireman mcneil from the hennepin line
We got the call around ten, we couldn’t get there in time
There was a driveway leading to a hole in the ground
I got the heebies bone deep and turned the truck straight around
Oh yes, this song is a joke
Funny like my fingers in your bicycle spokes
Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss
You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lips.