I would go to that party simply to hear his Spanish war cries. [Also, Tré Cool is paranoid...and a pimp. And kind of a wuss.]
Oh, hey. You know that awesome Green Day co-write, "Awkward," that Audrey T. and I are currently working on? Yeah, that was just updated. Second chapter, and all. I wrote one scene for it, but the rest was all Audrey. So you all should, you know...check that out, and such.
Just sayin'.
I'm actually quite fond of this chapter. Audrey did a wonderful job of making Tré Cool freak out in a delightfully realistic way. And our OC is growing on me.
Even if she is a starf*cker.
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Today was an interesting day of work, for me. Thank goodness I'm at least off at the store tonight - I hate going in to work at the camp at 8:30 AM, working until 3:30 PM, then going straight to the store to work until 10:00 PM. Really, that just...sucks. I did that yesterday, and have to do it again tomorrow, but at least I have this afternoon free.
Once, during a game of Capture-the-Flag, I looked up and found our camp director sitting very high up in one of the trees. When I questioned his plan of action, being up there in the first place, he told me he was hiding from children. (Well, he didn't say "children." He said "little things," but I put two-and-two together.)
Later, he was very proud to announce that, thanks to the females on the camp staff, he now knows how to use a tampon. "They're really neat!" he said. "I didn't realize they expanded!"
I refrained from asking how exactly he was taught that, of course.
My group is awesome, this week. I made a mistake on the first day, though. I mistook one of my campers for a girl, when...he's not. I couldn't help it - no one could tell! He's pretty, he has gorgeous, long, blondish-red hair, and is just very effeminate in his appearance. I just assumed he was a girl with a boy's name; not something all that uncommon. I figured out the truth of the matter during the second session of that first day, when one of the girls said, "Hey, can she be my partner for the game?" and he said, quite stoutly, "I'm a boy."
Everyone was taken aback. None of the counselors, minus those who work in the office, knew. All week, people have been mistaking him for a girl, and all week he's had to say, "I'm a boy!" in response. He's quite nice, though; polite, and a good kid overall. Most of my kids this week are pretty cool. A relief, since my group last week was...not so cool.
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I have a Facebook account. I hate Facebook. Thus, I never use said account. However, an e-mail from Facebook will sometimes show its face in my e-mail inbox. Usually I just ignore them, but this one was just too good to put aside:
Re: You're invited:
Hey Guys,
A little bit of clarification:
A. Don't drink too much. I don't want to clean up any vomit.
A.1. Speaking of clean-up, anone who can help, it will be appreciated in the morning, as we are haivng a HUGE family party for all of my relatives the next day (the fourth) which is why you have to leave by 10am. I will do wake-up calls at like, 9 or 9:30.
B. No swimming after you've had alcohol. I don't care if it's one beer and you have the tolerance of a German Hofbräuhaus Fraulein, you're out of the pond.
C. Nothing too crazy. I mean, parents are still home, and all of that.
D. The house rule is no drinking under 21. Parents are still home.
E. Bring money for booze if you're drinking, and or your own stuff. Specify if you don't want to share. Bring food if you want. Patti and I will buy the booze and will let everyone know how much it cost, so you can chip in adequately for how much you drink.
F. Late afternoon = after 4pm. People setting up the tents: call me, I'll let you know when I work until.
G. I second the whole, you're staying if you drink unless you have a DD thing.
Now that I'm the party pooper... any questions?
My favorite response to that message?
Re: You're invited:
All right, so here's the deal, Wesepie.
- I'm going to get shitfaced...It's what I do.
- I will have no money... I'm Mexican and jobless.
- After I'm well-intoxicated, chances are I'll be speaking nothing but Spanish.
- While speaking Spanish, I will probably yell several war cries...all of which will probably be in Spanish.
- Following my chants and cries I will run straight for the pond. Seeing as I'm a rugby player and Mexican, chances are I will make it there...depending on whether or not a can run in a straight line.
- I see you have posted 4 pm as being late afternoon. I will see your 4 and raise you 30 minutes, meaning I will be completely McShwasted and calling myself Juan by 4:30pm.
- Also, seeing as I will be drinking all night and pass out early in the twilight, I will need till at least noon to recuperate.
- Seeing as I will be fine by noon, I will proceed to drive back to L-town for another round of merriment with my "chicano amigos."
Any questions, Carly dearest? I think not. See you then.
P.S. If I wake your parents, it will probably be because I'm singing suavemente to your mother... which will be completely by accident, of course.
I think I need to go to this party simply so I can meet this man.
Just sayin'.
I'm actually quite fond of this chapter. Audrey did a wonderful job of making Tré Cool freak out in a delightfully realistic way. And our OC is growing on me.
Even if she is a starf*cker.
--
Today was an interesting day of work, for me. Thank goodness I'm at least off at the store tonight - I hate going in to work at the camp at 8:30 AM, working until 3:30 PM, then going straight to the store to work until 10:00 PM. Really, that just...sucks. I did that yesterday, and have to do it again tomorrow, but at least I have this afternoon free.
Once, during a game of Capture-the-Flag, I looked up and found our camp director sitting very high up in one of the trees. When I questioned his plan of action, being up there in the first place, he told me he was hiding from children. (Well, he didn't say "children." He said "little things," but I put two-and-two together.)
Later, he was very proud to announce that, thanks to the females on the camp staff, he now knows how to use a tampon. "They're really neat!" he said. "I didn't realize they expanded!"
I refrained from asking how exactly he was taught that, of course.
My group is awesome, this week. I made a mistake on the first day, though. I mistook one of my campers for a girl, when...he's not. I couldn't help it - no one could tell! He's pretty, he has gorgeous, long, blondish-red hair, and is just very effeminate in his appearance. I just assumed he was a girl with a boy's name; not something all that uncommon. I figured out the truth of the matter during the second session of that first day, when one of the girls said, "Hey, can she be my partner for the game?" and he said, quite stoutly, "I'm a boy."
Everyone was taken aback. None of the counselors, minus those who work in the office, knew. All week, people have been mistaking him for a girl, and all week he's had to say, "I'm a boy!" in response. He's quite nice, though; polite, and a good kid overall. Most of my kids this week are pretty cool. A relief, since my group last week was...not so cool.
--
I have a Facebook account. I hate Facebook. Thus, I never use said account. However, an e-mail from Facebook will sometimes show its face in my e-mail inbox. Usually I just ignore them, but this one was just too good to put aside:
Re: You're invited:
Hey Guys,
A little bit of clarification:
A. Don't drink too much. I don't want to clean up any vomit.
A.1. Speaking of clean-up, anone who can help, it will be appreciated in the morning, as we are haivng a HUGE family party for all of my relatives the next day (the fourth) which is why you have to leave by 10am. I will do wake-up calls at like, 9 or 9:30.
B. No swimming after you've had alcohol. I don't care if it's one beer and you have the tolerance of a German Hofbräuhaus Fraulein, you're out of the pond.
C. Nothing too crazy. I mean, parents are still home, and all of that.
D. The house rule is no drinking under 21. Parents are still home.
E. Bring money for booze if you're drinking, and or your own stuff. Specify if you don't want to share. Bring food if you want. Patti and I will buy the booze and will let everyone know how much it cost, so you can chip in adequately for how much you drink.
F. Late afternoon = after 4pm. People setting up the tents: call me, I'll let you know when I work until.
G. I second the whole, you're staying if you drink unless you have a DD thing.
Now that I'm the party pooper... any questions?
My favorite response to that message?
Re: You're invited:
All right, so here's the deal, Wesepie.
- I'm going to get shitfaced...It's what I do.
- I will have no money... I'm Mexican and jobless.
- After I'm well-intoxicated, chances are I'll be speaking nothing but Spanish.
- While speaking Spanish, I will probably yell several war cries...all of which will probably be in Spanish.
- Following my chants and cries I will run straight for the pond. Seeing as I'm a rugby player and Mexican, chances are I will make it there...depending on whether or not a can run in a straight line.
- I see you have posted 4 pm as being late afternoon. I will see your 4 and raise you 30 minutes, meaning I will be completely McShwasted and calling myself Juan by 4:30pm.
- Also, seeing as I will be drinking all night and pass out early in the twilight, I will need till at least noon to recuperate.
- Seeing as I will be fine by noon, I will proceed to drive back to L-town for another round of merriment with my "chicano amigos."
Any questions, Carly dearest? I think not. See you then.
P.S. If I wake your parents, it will probably be because I'm singing suavemente to your mother... which will be completely by accident, of course.
I think I need to go to this party simply so I can meet this man.
Posted on June 30th, 2009 at 10:26pm
I would love to see Spanish War Cry dude at my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary. Bunch of prissy old people and this fellow. It'd drive Gran to her grave.
In the absence of that occurrence however, I would simply attend this party.
TheFountainhead, July 1st, 2009 at 06:28:00am
Oh my lord, that I love those messages from your facebook. ...You so gotta stalk that guy to see what he does at this party. XD
MaryJulianna, July 1st, 2009 at 01:18:44am
CAN I COME TO!!!
You should come to my birthday :( We need more girls to monitor the men >_>
Sardonic Grin, July 1st, 2009 at 12:09:21am