happy holidays

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! Good luck gays with all your family issues and may you be merry with crappy gifts, its the season to give not to recieve.
Long time no talk, let me give you some stories. well this is what I have been up to over my break…

“Mine is a story that has never been told” I would give a review of Memors of a Gisha but irronically I don’t remember very much, because before hand I went to a posh wine tasting West Omaha restaurant, were my friends and I proceeded to get plastered. We were stuck around upscale clientele in a little restaurant and it was all down hill after my friend came out from the bathroom and completely missed her chair. total biff, Hilarious. Then, the couple (John and Adam), proceed to fight. Some one was called bald and then someone else began spilling secrets of chronic bed peeing it got ugly... but kinda funny. After the wine we went to the movie but the two got in a little wrestling tiff in the theater lobby, I was in the bathroom, but the security guard had to escort them out, they came back in and began to fight by throwing money at each other (ARE YOU SERIOUS!) oh bitches. Then I blurred through the movie while the other 2 drunkenly fell asleep. After that I went home and they didnt remeber a damn thing.

Sara Jake and Sam

Yea! Bob’s 21^st. We went out and had fun, I never knew there were some awesome bars by my house. I ran into Jake, Sara, and Sam, and I had a really good conversation with them, they also complained how Brain never wants to hang out or talk. Hmm.
One of the bars was modeled after authentic German bar. There we played a game in which you drink from a 2 letter glass boot. Rules: after every drink you have to ding the boot with your finger or you sip again, you cant spill or you drink again, you cant set the boot down or you buy the next boot. Easy right, wrong. The reason it’s a boot is the air will get caught in the front until it is forced up to the toe, and because of the sudden air bubble it just goes every where forcing you to put the boot down or hand it away. LOVED IT. Then we walked over to another bar where I spilt a flaming drink everywhere. Seriously those are not a good idea. Then my other friends and Ross (read down) picked me up and I went and had more to drink at thier house where Ross immediately strip down for some reason, seriously I left the room and then I came back and there is full Ross, sitting talking to the 4 of us, but in his deffens he was in boxers and the clothes that he barrowed did look too tight and uncomfortable (and honestly if I had a body like that I prolly wouldn’t wear clothes either.) I slept on there couch until morning then went to sleep finally in my own bed that afternoon.

Can brain cells grow back?

Sunday night Brian came over, thank god, I need a little sanity. We sat watched British Comedy and talked until 3 in the morning. Damn! Still didn’t get a nights sleep. i wonder if my brain had enough time that night to grow back some brain cells, and if it didnt then at least i saved a few. Thanks buddy; I needed a little brain stimulation. It was good to see you again, how are your plans going? My offer still stands just give me a call and we will get some coffee or you can come over.

Fag Stag

I went to a little bar in North O, which was located in an old and questionable Chinese food restaurant’s basement. The place was dark, unventilated, with décor from a 1970’s Asian porn set. It was the greatest place ever. I have never had drinks so smooth and sweet and so perfect mixed, the rum tasted like water. You cant find another place like because they make most of their alcohol, that’s right the perfect moonshine ever created. After getting amazingly drunk in an amazingly quick time, I began to talk to the bar tender. So it turns out that he is distribution expert of the Omaha Newspapers. While our lovely server was the advertising head, and the ID checker was the Chief Editor, I shit you not. Apparently this was their fun job that they use to chill out. I got some business cards, sent a priest a shot, lit my drink on fire and left. After that it was a bit of a blur, I was on my way home and wound up at some Mexican wedding and ate some delicious cake. Then I wound up at a gay bar were I called my DD to come and get me. My straight friend bob came over to get me, walk in sat down and before he said anything he had a drink sent to him. It ended up I drove my DD home and bob crashed on my couch. aww

am i the only onw who thinks vadka is tasty?

Next was a 21^st birthday party of an old high school buddy, Kyle Lynn. Naturally by the time I arrived he was pretty wasted and I was allergic to the dog. So I won a bet of two dollars by drinking the rest of a vodka bottle. I mainly led Kyle to the bathroom to sleep (a great 21^st tradition) and went home.

I cant wait until i am 40!

The start of the week and the end of the semester I wound up at a bar and decided to kill off all of my brain cells that I have earned and I did good. I also met a guy who was young (19), good looking, smart, kind, nicely built, the wrestling coach at UNO and a full ride to Crighton, with a nice ass, and who is (greatest point) open -but isn’t fem or a whore, named Ross. He just likes 40 year old guys: damn! My friend recommended him to me because he was looking to move out and I had and lets just say i now have room open. I can only image the problems this would cause. I know better and the dramas of the situation… but I don’t know how to say keep your muscular, well toned body out of my apartment. *sigh*

School

I AM FUCKING DONE!!!!!
FUCK YOU SEMESTER

The Adrenalin Final

So my teachers all decided to help me out and place all of my finals during dead week! It really isn't good because I had no time to prepare. Not to mention I only was only able to make it to one class last week due to illness and and my plain didn't come into Omaha until late Monday night and missed my class on Friday to make up a lab and a part 1 of the communication final. On top of not knowing the finals until the week of: I, today, I showed up 45 mins late for the 1 hr final. After waking up at 8 because my alarm didn't go off (but I put a second on my phone in fear that something like would happen and made it only 10 mins late to my appointment) I put my self in the library to study for my two remaining accumulative finals skipping my early morning class to make sure there was enough time allowed to study. Usually when I leave that I get a bite to eat and have an 1 and 45 min break. Well, I guess not goin to the class threw off my brain's schedule so when the appointment got out I only had just 1 hour. So I sat and studied until 1:40 (when my class started at 1:00) thinking i had 2 hrs then, walked over to class. But wait, you might say, if you left at 1:40 you should have had only been 40 mins late... Well I thought I was 20 mins early so I stood out side the class and talk with my friend for 5 mins because the room looked empty. Well was I sure surprised when I got inside, what had happened quickly swirled in my head as my doom came together, and there was no way I could go over 15 mins even if I asked the teacher b/c my next final was directly after. Took the test, finished in 13.5 mins (1.5 mins left!), adrenalin works wonders people!

Eww...

So, upon return i was striken with the worste case of food poisoning i have ever experienced. i was puking on ht hour every hour. i feel sorry for my roomate. on top of that i missed even more school and my PR group is trying to kick me out! you dont show up for 1 week and it all goes to hell with out me. it was also a messy situation as adam found out about John taking me and to him, although the funny thing was he wasnt really that mad at me because "well, i know for a fact you never had sex with him." but yes it was a welcome back to omaha with violent throwing up and reltionship rage issues that i would only expect here. at least i am well enought to type.
Advice of the Day: when constantly vomiting one must be sure to not become dehydrated, the easiest liquid to hold daown: apple juice. it also make the throwing up better because it taste the same going up as going down.