Update!

Alright guys, it’s been a while since I’ve written. Many events have occurred over spring break and I’d like to discuss a few points.

1. Martin’s Party

2. A new experience

3. Random blurbs

Alright, let’s move on, shall we? =]

Martin’s party, oh boy, was that a bang. Let’s see, not everyone came, but it was still a very enjoyable party, one of my favorites, actually. There was Halo 3, Karaoke, and Mafia (That’s a given. =P)

Halo 3 was a real joy, except for it becoming tedious after twenty or so kills. Although, Halo 3 didn’t have as many people play as we should have, many were more interested in Karaoke, as it seemed.

Well, Karaoke was interesting, we have a nice selection of songs. They ranged from the Backstreet boys to Nsync to a mix of popular songs. Barbie girl, was just an extremely disturbing song, when I started to read the lyrics. The hell?

Why on earth would you want to molest a DOLL? You’d have a better time masturbating. -_-

Oh god, then the guy who was supposed to be Ken was BALD! Jesus, he tried to act like a player, and he failed so terribly.

Moving on to another favorite, BOOM BOOM BOOM! That song was actually pretty cool, but there were hookers in it, ~.~. I had no idea why they were there, I guess drunk men like hookers? O.o When Martin and I did our duet, oh man did that sound bad on my behalf. =P Oh well, at least I had fun with it.

Afterwards, we had lunch, and then we all went outside just to hang out in Martin’s forest of a backyard. That must have been the largest backyard I had ever seen in my entire life. Anyway, we saw Martin’s water guns, so we decided to fill them using pool water, and we started a 2 on 2 war, which raged into an all out brawl. And Martin, being as clever and sneaky as he was, ran to the hose and completely massacred those little boys with their squirt guns. xD, but, they teamed up and attacked him on all sides, using several people as decoys, and they succeeded in overtaking possession of the hose. Then everyone became tired of getting each other wet, and we all settled at the table that was located right in front of the pool, where we started several games of Mafia. No matter what, no matter how many times we play this game, it will always include sex related terminology and story lines that relate to that of sex. Ranging from people being trapped inside gay concentration camps and being sieged by angry tentacle monsters that attack the camp late at night, using their lustrous tentacles, to eskimos in a gay bar with STD carrying pornstars, waiting your arrival.

After we were finished with Mafia, we went upstairs for another round of Karaoke, and that was about the time where everyone started to leave, but my brother and I stayed. We stayed quite a while, actually. xD And there was only four left, Teresa, Eddie, Martin, and I. In order of listings : The descriptive pervert, the super nerd, the tentacle monster, and the fat freshman. We talked and talked, until the sun set. We droned on about so many subjects, it’s hard to recall what we talked about. But I remember vividly some subjects, such as: Masturbation, penis size, fantasies, and so forth.

Alright Teresa, here’s my off the top of my head “Fantasy”.

It’s 7:00 A.M., I’d wake up and shower, get myself ready for a day alone with the girl I love. 7:30, I go to her house, and make her breakfast, then we’d talk about what we’d want to do for the rest of the day. Go grab some coffee and come back to hang out with her family until we go out for lunch. Then, I’d take her to an outdoor place where there’s a clear view of the ocean and sit, talk, and spend time with her until the sun would set, then I’d take her home, and cook her dinner. After dinner, I’d cuddle with her until she fell asleep and head back home.

Eh, it’s really tacky and poorly put, but it’s hard to actually make a good story without the input of the other person. =/

My brother and I stayed at Martin’s house until their family had dinner, and we ate dinner at their house as well. You see, I have this problem where I always see or hear the wrongest things, at the wrongest of times. It always has to be something completely out of my nature or something immensely perverse. Maybe it’s just because I have bad timing, I don’t know. All I know is I run into a lot of weird and sticky situations. >.<. Anyway, the wrong thing that I saw was after I had finished my food, and Teresa stuck out her tongue to eat something, or do something with it, involving food, of course. It was so outstretched, I swore it was like a piece of rubber. If I had a chance to measure it, I’d probably tell you guys around 3 – 4 inches. O.O! THAT’S FREAKING LONG !

Me: Holy crap, your tongue.

T: What?

Me: Stick out your tongue again.

*Does as asked*

Me: *Rolls eyes* Lucky bastard.

Now, after dinner and all the talking, my father came to pick us up, and that is how we concluded our party at Martin’s house.

EXTRA: Martin’s grandmother asked if I wanted some more cake, because it was someone’s birthday, and I said, “No ma’am, I’m fat enough as it is.” But the hilarious part was, she comforted me by saying, “It’s okay, Martin is just the same.” LOL? That’s freaking hilarious! =P PUBLIC. HUMILIATION. Just kidding Martin, I love you. <3 xD

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Alright, now, Spring Break wasn’t as fun as I had wanted it to be, considering I only hung out with my brother’s friends more than my own friends, but that’s another story. Community service! Woah. Now that I don’t have to go to community service anymore, I have many free Saturdays. But this week I decided to tag along to have some fun following Martin’s party. I brought my English binder with me to hopefully do some homework, but in the end, it was futile. Going home, I started playing computer games, as routinely done on the weekends.

Mm, Sunday, boring as always. Vietnamese School has lost its thrilling experience.

MONDAY.. God, I dread that day. No matter what happens, that is the worst day of the week. Don’t you tell me otherwise. MONDAY. SUCKS! Always, even if I don’t have school, I tend to procrastinate until the last day, and it always lands on Monday. Sunday doesn’t suck as much because I know I don’t have much homework. But Monday, Jesus do I hate that day, the weekend carries onto that day. But, at the same time, I’m grateful that there’s Monday. Monday restarts the week for me, it prepares me for the rest of the week. Because we didn’t have school on Monday, I lagged today, which was not cool.

Alright, it’s almost 1:35, I need to sleep, but I’m going to blog about today in a second, XD.

Thanks for reading,

Sincerely,