patrickpants

hoy vey! today was such an embarrassing day… where to begin?

how about we start with my first class, which I showed up 55 minutes late to (because of bus on detour… huzzah!) after walking in, my professor immediately quips that my fly is down and I sit down and fix it, trying to be incognito about it, but he’s already pointed it out, so everyone is laughing.

then we go to japanese, nothing really embarrassing except for the fact that I was really tired and couldn’t make sentences very well.

after that, I had a quiz on a book I didn’t read. I made-believe answers and drew cartoons for the rest of class, while the professor discussed the issues in tehran. it was an interesting lecture, but I can’t really take notes in that class anymore. I’ll post the reason why later, when the scanning machines aren’t being hogged by sorority girls. (I’m not stereotyping, by the way. they really were sorority girls, using the machines for non-scanning purposes.)

and then I went to my creative writing class and was listening to my headphones, but since that class is really really quiet before lectures, everyone could hear what I was listening to. the teacher started dancing to the beat and I was all like “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know my music was that loud.”

now everybody knows that I listen to britney spears! drat. secret’s out. better go grab your buttons and push them.

after that, I went to go buy food, because class let out early. unfortunately, I went to pay and had forgotten my credit card. “nevermind, I’m really sorry. I forgot my money.” and that was that.

next I went on the bus, sat down, and realized my fly was down… again. I’m not sure for how long, so I zipped it up and sighed.

but now things are okay, I think. I’m at work, and I’m drinking water. yes, it is bottled water. sorry jessie.

hopefully nothing else embarrassing happens. I even switched to pants that don’t have a zipper as a precaution before heading down here. as a precaution. pre-pre-pre-precaution.

you know what song I used to think was really cool? the digimon theme. but now I look back on it, and it really wasn’t that cool. I mean… these are the lyrics:

di-di-di
digimon!
digimon!
di-di-di
digimon!
digimon!
di-di-di
digimon: digital monsters,
digimon are the champions!
digimon: digital monsters,
digimon are the champions!
change into digital champions to save the digital–
…world!
digimon: digital monsters,
digimon are the champions!
digimon: digital monsters,
digimon are the champions!
digivolve into champions…
digivolve into ultimate…
digimon: digital monsters,
digimon are the champions!
digimon: digital monsters,
digimon are the champions!
digimon: digital monsters,
DIGIMON!

yeah. the show was still cool though. andromon was the coolest.

so, so, so. I played DDR for ~6 hours, that is, between yesterday and today. BUT, these hours, they were in a row.
how does such a thing happen? why, by starting to play at 11pm and ending play around 5am. that is how you do it.

this is how we do it!

and that is why I am so tired today. well, not tired. exhausted and worn out. not in a noticeable way, but in a “oh man, it’s totally awesome to process the new currently available need help? see a contribute to making classes run the procedure for the use of this ways to log off.”

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. you know that you’re just jealous. and I know that I am tired. and tomorrow, tomorrow will be a day of gracious victories. GRACIOUS. VICTORIES. wow. I just re-read what I wrote, and I have no recollection of writing “gracious victories. GRACIOUS. VICTORIES.” maybe I’m more tired than I thought!

but I must keep on keep on being awake. I have to read this book before tomorrow. if I don’t, I will lose a good score. I gotta keep icing the A to keep it cool. just keep putting the ice on the A.

also, why is it called “icing” or “frosting?” I mean, it’s sugar. and butter. it’s not really “icy” or “frosty.” words are weird. sometimes. okay, most of the time. okay, fine! all of the time. stop pressing me for questions! I don’t know, man!! I don’t know!!! exclamation points!!!!

womanizer, woman-womanizer, you’re a womanizer
oh, womanizer, oh, you’re a womanizer, baby
you, you you are, you you you are
womanizer womanizer womanizer womanizer.

I wish I had the ability to write songs like this.
no but seriously, to what degree of awesome are these lyrics? I mean, brit can rock a song with a 4 syllable name AND can use repetition to a level I didn’t know people could use. in the above clause, we hear “womanizer” 9 times, “you” 6 times and, well, the only words in this lyrical clause are: womanizer, oh, you, are, you’re, and baby. that’s 5 words for a clause that’s ~5× that amount. 5×.

happy 20, november everyone! hopefully you remembered to celebrate this in holiday of awesome. it was pretty fun for me, what with the test I had, the work I done did, and the work I still am did.

positive affirmations.

I’m just happy that tomorrow is friday, and once I finish a full day of work… I’ll be down to PARTAY. like with aliens, in a ufo. they’ll be cool and have a car tied to the roof of the ufo, though. but it will be ironic, because the car will have a deer tied to the roof of it. get it? people are so cool.

put your hands up and dance! nsnsns. no, I am just kidding with you. you must dance sometime, though, because people need dance to remember that it is not where the squirrel upon with inside the along. that’s how I remember prepositions: things a squirrel can do with a log. run along it. go inside a hole. hide underneath the wood. float above the log with it’s magic powers. breathe fire around the base. you know, basic things a squirrel can do.

but there are some prepositions that don’t work, but we’ll worry about those later. because, come on, who wants to worry about prepositions? they’re just words. consonants and vowels. sounds that our mouths make. wakalaka. ikauka. kikipolabuupidallkllk’n. mmmm kikipolabuupidallkllk’n is so good.

I went to the union to buy some m&m’s today, but the old man heading the cash register gave me mambas instead.

here’s how the conversation went:

old man: what can I do you for?
patrick: can I get some m&m’s?
old man: mambas?
patrick: what?
old man: 80¢
patrick: *gives the man a dollar*
old man: *gives patrick 20¢ and a packet of mambas*

and now I’m eating them, because I am too embarrassed to mention that I wanted m&m’s. and plus, I’ve never had mambas before. they’re not that great.

maybe he thought I said “m-a-m’s” and that’s like, old people slang for mambas. really, these aren’t that good. it’s like starburst, but worse. instead of having a variety of flavors, you only get strawberry, lemon and orange. honestly, I’m only a fan of the lemon. the orange is too heavy on the citrus, and the strawberry tastes like unicorns (which are bad tasty, by the way.)

I gave my alpha presentation today. I think it went well.

I have a japanese test tomorrow. I have a lot to brush up on. like making sentences and making sentences make sense. you know what I know? I know. know way. PUN!

gross. I have to end the entry now. it’s an unspoken rule that if you ever make a pun, you have to end the