Of Eyeballs, Build-A-Bears, Robots, Things that end in Uzz, Spikes, Wolverines, and Dancing the night away.
Duuuude.... DUUUUDE.... DUUUUUUUUUUDE.
My last real entry being over a month ago, many things have happend. Who knows what ill get too but hey, lets give it a shot.
Robotics season is officially over. Least for the team 303. We had a good season, we've even have had our own award nicknamed the 303 Award, it being the Safety Award that is. The trenton regional which was the first weekend of March went as ussual, things went bad and sour, things went good, then back to sour. Its like Jersey. In any event, we walked away with being quarter-finalists which is not entirely bad. Thanks to our friends over in bound brook, 56. A week went by, then we had our next trip which was last week, the good old regional in Anapolis. They should really have a slogan, Whats done in Anapolis, Should very well be Awkard, Fun, and be prepared for anything.
What would anything Be? Beware of Eyeballs, accept all build-a-bears with greatest care, have hair straightened... when your a dude, let night gamming and other assortments of goodies that come out of falling dead asleeep because of cold and sicknessly... ish... Kinda? We went down on wensday afternoon, arrived there, played NHL Hitz into the night, then we all passed out and i got a bit sickly, all is alright though. That thursday, we revamped our entire robot, from head to sternem bassically in the sense of drive chasis. Adding up the torque and speed seemed to help us, from there we were a bit sporadic but we still made it to the finals thanks to 225 and our good buddies 237 from Watertown CT. In any event i digress too quickly. That thursday night we had the team 303 dinner, which used to consist of no one dancing, everyone eating and everyone out of there by 9. But with the people known as Fuzz and Emily there, that will not be happening. Fuzz decides to go full gown wear where i try to fumble around in a dress shirt, tie, no belt and dress pants... complete with shoes... yeah im cool... even with the shirt un-tucked becase i had no belt... leave me alone. Dance the night away was with out a doubt what we did. Good dancers from the 293 people Spike and the flower people 341 Miss Daisy. All around by far thursday rocked the entire trip for me. We danced the night away until the last song was just 303 kids there who couldnt stop and made the last song be Bohemian Rhapsody. That whole night is a blur but i do remember hitting the high note in Staying Alive. Great funk.
We come to friday. The middle day of the trip. The day went by fine, we had the lunch time for the 303 people which invovles the waxing of sandro's boddy, scropios, nick almost saying boob, sprinkler dancing, and the assortment of wolverine comments. The wolverine would be of course me my general crotch area... its got teeth i tells ya, ive seem them! In any event, the day went by far enough but by that day i was getting badddly sickly. That night during the dance we didnt have the 293 or the 341 people but we had some nice coregraphed sprinkler dancing from 237. I went upstairs early and took some advil and passed out. Now aaappppareeently some people "CHRIS" leave the door open while taking showers in the bathroom. This means that im getting visitors without me knowing it. Some that include 237 people... whom i dont really know... and am scared for my rectum... and some include people ending in Uzz taking pictures of my dead ass. Thank you very much! I awaken at 10:40 to me yelling "woah!" with everyone staring at me... From this point on its an almost drunken stupor im in talking of things about needing a hole... pulse optional.
Saturday came and then went by, it was a sluggish day to say the least with me almost dying but i had some dayquill on hand so my nose felt a bit better thank you Mrs. Nasson. The bus ride home consisted of Cough Cough, grumble grumble, how many eyeballs do I have? I could not answer that question, but those of you who would like the hitchhiker refrence, we can assume 42. That is of course if we still had all the dolphins... Bastard fish. Mammals... the fuck they are. In anny event, we get home and we rip apart the things on the bus, i forgot half of my subway sandwich but thats alright. We get off, we depart and thus starts up another week of school, some that i missed yesterday because of continuous sickness. Emily is still sickly, by far sicklier than me and she still goes to school, craaazzzy woman.
This would bring us to today. We are doing self-defense in gym... lucky lucky who am i? Yeah fuck that. I noticed that i have skipped out on some reviews and some other technical jargon in this post, dont worry it will be up soon. This will include my review of Civ 4, some movies that invovle "sucking" of "wrists" and some other goodies in the trick bag... Now with out further adue, i will leave with this quote of the trip.
"THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" Keith
"Fuzz try and rape me!.... See you just wont win." Sandro
Keith
My last real entry being over a month ago, many things have happend. Who knows what ill get too but hey, lets give it a shot.
Robotics season is officially over. Least for the team 303. We had a good season, we've even have had our own award nicknamed the 303 Award, it being the Safety Award that is. The trenton regional which was the first weekend of March went as ussual, things went bad and sour, things went good, then back to sour. Its like Jersey. In any event, we walked away with being quarter-finalists which is not entirely bad. Thanks to our friends over in bound brook, 56. A week went by, then we had our next trip which was last week, the good old regional in Anapolis. They should really have a slogan, Whats done in Anapolis, Should very well be Awkard, Fun, and be prepared for anything.
What would anything Be? Beware of Eyeballs, accept all build-a-bears with greatest care, have hair straightened... when your a dude, let night gamming and other assortments of goodies that come out of falling dead asleeep because of cold and sicknessly... ish... Kinda? We went down on wensday afternoon, arrived there, played NHL Hitz into the night, then we all passed out and i got a bit sickly, all is alright though. That thursday, we revamped our entire robot, from head to sternem bassically in the sense of drive chasis. Adding up the torque and speed seemed to help us, from there we were a bit sporadic but we still made it to the finals thanks to 225 and our good buddies 237 from Watertown CT. In any event i digress too quickly. That thursday night we had the team 303 dinner, which used to consist of no one dancing, everyone eating and everyone out of there by 9. But with the people known as Fuzz and Emily there, that will not be happening. Fuzz decides to go full gown wear where i try to fumble around in a dress shirt, tie, no belt and dress pants... complete with shoes... yeah im cool... even with the shirt un-tucked becase i had no belt... leave me alone. Dance the night away was with out a doubt what we did. Good dancers from the 293 people Spike and the flower people 341 Miss Daisy. All around by far thursday rocked the entire trip for me. We danced the night away until the last song was just 303 kids there who couldnt stop and made the last song be Bohemian Rhapsody. That whole night is a blur but i do remember hitting the high note in Staying Alive. Great funk.
We come to friday. The middle day of the trip. The day went by fine, we had the lunch time for the 303 people which invovles the waxing of sandro's boddy, scropios, nick almost saying boob, sprinkler dancing, and the assortment of wolverine comments. The wolverine would be of course me my general crotch area... its got teeth i tells ya, ive seem them! In any event, the day went by far enough but by that day i was getting badddly sickly. That night during the dance we didnt have the 293 or the 341 people but we had some nice coregraphed sprinkler dancing from 237. I went upstairs early and took some advil and passed out. Now aaappppareeently some people "CHRIS" leave the door open while taking showers in the bathroom. This means that im getting visitors without me knowing it. Some that include 237 people... whom i dont really know... and am scared for my rectum... and some include people ending in Uzz taking pictures of my dead ass. Thank you very much! I awaken at 10:40 to me yelling "woah!" with everyone staring at me... From this point on its an almost drunken stupor im in talking of things about needing a hole... pulse optional.
Saturday came and then went by, it was a sluggish day to say the least with me almost dying but i had some dayquill on hand so my nose felt a bit better thank you Mrs. Nasson. The bus ride home consisted of Cough Cough, grumble grumble, how many eyeballs do I have? I could not answer that question, but those of you who would like the hitchhiker refrence, we can assume 42. That is of course if we still had all the dolphins... Bastard fish. Mammals... the fuck they are. In anny event, we get home and we rip apart the things on the bus, i forgot half of my subway sandwich but thats alright. We get off, we depart and thus starts up another week of school, some that i missed yesterday because of continuous sickness. Emily is still sickly, by far sicklier than me and she still goes to school, craaazzzy woman.
This would bring us to today. We are doing self-defense in gym... lucky lucky who am i? Yeah fuck that. I noticed that i have skipped out on some reviews and some other technical jargon in this post, dont worry it will be up soon. This will include my review of Civ 4, some movies that invovle "sucking" of "wrists" and some other goodies in the trick bag... Now with out further adue, i will leave with this quote of the trip.
"THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" Keith
"Fuzz try and rape me!.... See you just wont win." Sandro
Keith
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1 Comments:
now that's hot stuff.
.. what happens in annapolis, stays in annapolis. -covers neck-
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