Friday, December 26, 2008

jenn
&
gentry

51% Compatible

♥ jenn and gentry have never gotten together romantically, but perhaps some day they will. They both drink, so there is no incompatibility there. The fact that gentry is a big sports fan could be divisive, in terms of how the couple spends their time. gentry may complain that jenn is too sloppy. And then there is the fact that their styles mismatch, although that isn't too big a deal. Furthermore, their astrological signs are not in harmony. But their views on children are similar. Both are sexually-uninhibited. Overall, there are a number of compatibility weak spots between jenn and gentry. These will cause friction in a relationship and will be difficult to overcome. ♥

Test Your Dating Compatibility
How I like to play with Gentry:


gentry:  she never cut ties with me because she likes the attention

probably did the same thing with him


You left the chat by logging out or being disconnected.


me: hmmm

you should have sex with a relative of hers


gentry:so here's what i liked about it...we were both autonomous

completely


me: do you ever wonder about my love life


gentry:haha i was actually thinking of you yesterday yes


me: i think ive been rendered completely incapable of loving another person


gentry:i think that's sort of where ashley might possibly be at


she seems to love being loved, but wont love anyone back

at least not completely

i think legit she went back with her ex because it was comfortable and convenient


me: holy shit


i just saw a ghost


gentry: hahahaa what?


sure it wasnt that cat/


me: cats dont float


gentry: lol


me: oh wait it was the cat


hang on a second, she's crying


gentry: i just dont understand how u can have such ridiculous chemistry with someone and run away to an ex?


me: okay back


sorry about that


cat was upset . . . some shit about her ex boyfriend, she's cool now though


Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Liveblogging at its best:

So tonight I have decided I would pull an all-nighter in an attempt to finish my film project.  Things did not go as I planned.

8:00 - I arrive at the home of a certain Adderall-induced friend.  12 dollars later, I leave, equipped to handle the night ahead.

8:20 - I pick up an 18 pack of Coors Light to split between Mike and I.  I am wearing my excessively furry hat, hoping that this will not compromise my I.D.,  but the guy does not seem to give two shits either way.

8:35 - I pick up Mike, forcing him to be my company for the evening ahead.  Promising him we will be free to drink and do whatever at the station, we head out.

8:45- There are an excessive number of people at the station.  Mike and I fearfully chug beers in the back closet, hoping others will think that we are having sex.

9:00 - FOOD TIME.  I order a taco bowl with my surplus of YCMP swipes.  It's not very good, as I presumed.  I pick up some chips and several pieces of candy to compliment my order slash fill up my swipe alotment of $7.25.

10:00 - Back at the station, a few beers in, I begin to make some headway on the task at hand, piecing together clips that incriminate my partner, thus rendering my film irrelevant and (hopefully) more amusing than his.

11:00 - Hamms forces me to look at the wedding video he is making for his cousin.  I drink more beer.

12:00 - Mike leaves to go buy "sleeping aids" after our excessive studying.

12:30 - Mike returns, glassy eyed and slow-moving.

1:00 - Cigarette time!  I convince Hamms he will find his perfect girl provided he does not compromise his necessities.  

1:30 - Fuck this.

2:00 -  Another cigarette!  Mike leaves, considering he had very little work to do at all this evening.

2:30 - Hamms leaves.

3:00 - I go out to have a cigarette.

3:05 - I realize I have been locked out of the student union.

3:07 - I realize that I have left my laptop blaring music and a beer can on the desk.

3:08 - 3:15 - Crying.  Drive home.

3:20 - Call Christina.  Thank God the insomniac has the campus security number.

3:25 - Race back to campus while calling security.

3:35 - Security lets me in, chastising me for my idiocy.  

3:40 - Retrieve possessions.  Wipe sweat from brow.  Drive home.