Levi’s Bloaaaagh

Oh yes, there was a band.

This friday started out pretty nicely. After I went to Ignjat to work on the Marcus & HeinZ site, I took the train back to the centre. The sun was shining, I solved the Sudoku in the NRC*Next within the hour and Ben Folds playing my song.

September ‘75 I was 47 inches high
Mom said by Christmas I would have
A badass mother G.I. Joe
For your little minds to blow
I still got beat up after class
Yeah, now I’m big and important
One angry dwarf and 200 solemn faces are you
If you really want to see me check the papers and the TV
Look who’s telling who what to do
Kiss my ass goodbye

Anywho, I called Robbert. He was sitting outside of his work with a beer. Sounded good enough to me. After waving to tourists in canal cruisers, I went to Elian’s house for a little poker. Rob went to a party at his fraternity. After three hands of poker, I went all-in with two kings in my hand. I lost to three sevens. Fuck.
Lins called. She wanted to do one beer. One isn’t enough for me, so that didn’t go through. I then called Ignjat, but he was already home, to do some push-ups and shit. Luckily, Rob was still around, so I went to his frat party. Oh yes, there was a band. But they sucked. Five guys and not one of them could sing. They could play, but the singing was awful. We drank a whole lot of vodka and then, all of a sudden at half past one, Rob decided to go home. And I had to follow. So now I’m sitting here, writing my next blog entry (or bloooaaaaaaagh, as David Duchovny would have said in ‘Californication’). This is for your little minds to blow. But I still got beat up after class.

But fuck that. I am gonna be big and important.