Yeah, Australia is my new favorite country. In the world. No questions asked.
Okay, so, I don't know about all that, but, I do know that there is this Australian waitress at the cafe Zach and I were at tonight, and holy shit, she was hot. Sure, even if I were in her age range, I'd still be too ugly and too awkward-- but, fuck you, I can dream, okay? Oh man, this woman was unbelievable.
Zach and I decided to go get food pretty late into the night... considering neither of us had actually done anything interesting all day... (though I DID have a 'Serenity' and 'Return of the Jedi' double feature. That counts as a good day in my book.) We met on Robson twenty minutes later, and soon came to the conclusion that we weren't going to get into any place that served alcohol without a fight. Come on, it's St. Patrick's Day, and these Canadians love their fucking drinking holidays. Luckily, we found this near-empty joint on Granville, and all was well.
We had a pretty typical conversation, you know, bitching about class mates, drunks, chick problems, not-so chick problems, exes, not-so exes, male insecurities, and the like-- every once and awhile being interrupted by the oh em eff gee crazy hot Australian waitress. Seriously, it's to the point where we're looking to find her work schedule, so we would know when to come back. God, I'm fucking creepy.
Obviously, I would never have a chance with a hot Australian waitress, but, at least now I know where I'm getting my coffee.
I'm still trying to work out a system for updating my Myspace page, for when I have new entries up... one that isn't so tedious and annoying. Though I always like how they look in the end, it's tedious collecting all those URLs, finding pictures, and making those damn 50x50 icons. For now, I think I'm only going to feature bigger entries... and little snippets like this will probably just go unnoticed. I don't know why I'm humoring myself into thinking that anyone really cares, but, leave me alone.
Okay, well, I just scarfed down a TV dinner, and watched about half of Moulin Rouge... and I think it's about time to hit the sack. I'm pretty much ready to have NOTHING happen tomorrow, either. I might do some homework, though, or something. Or I'll clean the Hole up. I don't know yet. In reality, I'll probably just end up sitting here in the corner of the Hole, eating ice cream, wishing that I had some Myspace comments.
Oh, woe is me.
Okay, so, I don't know about all that, but, I do know that there is this Australian waitress at the cafe Zach and I were at tonight, and holy shit, she was hot. Sure, even if I were in her age range, I'd still be too ugly and too awkward-- but, fuck you, I can dream, okay? Oh man, this woman was unbelievable.
Zach and I decided to go get food pretty late into the night... considering neither of us had actually done anything interesting all day... (though I DID have a 'Serenity' and 'Return of the Jedi' double feature. That counts as a good day in my book.) We met on Robson twenty minutes later, and soon came to the conclusion that we weren't going to get into any place that served alcohol without a fight. Come on, it's St. Patrick's Day, and these Canadians love their fucking drinking holidays. Luckily, we found this near-empty joint on Granville, and all was well.
We had a pretty typical conversation, you know, bitching about class mates, drunks, chick problems, not-so chick problems, exes, not-so exes, male insecurities, and the like-- every once and awhile being interrupted by the oh em eff gee crazy hot Australian waitress. Seriously, it's to the point where we're looking to find her work schedule, so we would know when to come back. God, I'm fucking creepy.
Obviously, I would never have a chance with a hot Australian waitress, but, at least now I know where I'm getting my coffee.
I'm still trying to work out a system for updating my Myspace page, for when I have new entries up... one that isn't so tedious and annoying. Though I always like how they look in the end, it's tedious collecting all those URLs, finding pictures, and making those damn 50x50 icons. For now, I think I'm only going to feature bigger entries... and little snippets like this will probably just go unnoticed. I don't know why I'm humoring myself into thinking that anyone really cares, but, leave me alone.
Okay, well, I just scarfed down a TV dinner, and watched about half of Moulin Rouge... and I think it's about time to hit the sack. I'm pretty much ready to have NOTHING happen tomorrow, either. I might do some homework, though, or something. Or I'll clean the Hole up. I don't know yet. In reality, I'll probably just end up sitting here in the corner of the Hole, eating ice cream, wishing that I had some Myspace comments.
Oh, woe is me.
and the uglier
1 comments:
I was just going to see if you wanted to go to the cafe place. Sure, Im not hungry, nor am i thirsty, but still, I could use some coffee if you know what I mean.
P.S. If I find out you're going there without me, I will most likely murder you...or Chuck Norris, a far worse fate.
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