Bree Week

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   Alright somewhere-or-other I became hellla behind in terms of livejournal, and not only that but when I DO update I'm usually one whole event behind. For example right now I'm going to update as regards events of tuesday, wednesday, and thursday of this last week, but soon I intend to update regarding my Berkeley adventure on friday and saturday. Preview of coming attractions: it involved me being homeless in Berkeley for a number of hours; and I now have mass cheese danishes.


   Anyway, it was badbree's birthday on Tuesday, so a week of partying ensued of course.

TUESDAY
   It being Bree's actual bday, we all (Bree, Angie & Russ, Christie & Renry, Courtney, Kristy, and I) went to coldstone (or marble-slab? something along those lines) icecream. The parking directly in front of the place was 15 minutes only, but despite presence of normal parking mere sazhens* away Russ parked in the 15 minute zone. He then proceeded to move his car from one spot to another for the next 15 minutes. Meanwhile the parking officer who was vigilantly patrolling the area was sure to very obviously look at his watch every time he passed us.

WEDNESDAY
   I met Randy, Kristy's boyfriend, for the first time, and Corcat's boyfriend Tucker as well. We all hung out and everyone got their drizink on. Well, everyone but me, cause I'm straight edge to the core! No actually I didn't drink because I was planning on drivemobiling myself home when they went to go dance at the the Grad. Kristy however actually ended up talking me into going with them to the Grad, so yea that was my first time EVER being there. Randy, Tucker and I are like THIS now let me tell ya.

THURSDAY
   We all (by which I mean like, thirty of us) went to Chevy's in Dixon to celebrate Bree's birthday. Later that evening I went with Kristy to intercede in Sashie hanging out in the park by herself. We found her there speaking to her mom on the phone -- in Russian. Kristy soon returned to central command and I hung out with Sashes for awhile. I talked to my own mother on the phone for a short time - entirely in Swedish - just to confuse the crazy russians (we ran into Anna, another Russian girl while we were out there as well), and Sashsticks bought me two snapples from the Dining Commons (they come in twos). For awesome.

   Later that night I attempted to drink by myself, combining vodka with the remaining snapple I had, but Diane and Kristy endeavored to prevent me, Kristy threatening not to talk to me if I did so I had to cease. Compare this to (A) the intervention in Sashie being along in the park (conclusion: Kristy is a superhero), and (B) I had mixed vodka and boba ("tapioca balls") on wednesday night, a particular drink that Courtney had declared gross before I even put the vodka in (conclusion: I mix weird things).


   Hopefully sometime within the next 12 hours I will update as regards my homeless adventures in Berkeley. But now, now I'm going to eat a cheese danish


   *One sazhen = 2.37 feet. 3 arshens = 1 sazhen; 500 sazhens = 1 verst. 1 verst = 2/3 of a mile. Archaic Russian measurements.

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I saw PUNKD the other day- the one where they tell this girl that her valet parked car was towed for being in a handicapped spot. She called her mom up in Russian and was blabbing off and the fake valet guy was all being an ass and demanding to speak with her. Finally he goes; "WHY DO YOU TALKING IN CODE?" she turns to him: "ITS RUSSIAN" and then he mumbles something about commies. lol