schlorg
man, i hell of suck at posting regularly. today is the first day in about two weeks that i haven't woken up with nasty mucus related issues and chronic coughs from the depths of my soul. it seems like sickness really is my ninja super power. i never really though of myself as someone so easily succeptable to illness. being in school might be part of it. fuck if i know. i worked out this morning, also for the first time in two weeks (refer to above sick-bitching). i feel mighty and empowered after working out. my mind is all like "hell yes. best recognize." and my body is all like "out of the way world, here comes the hamstring that will end you."
i went to a birthday gathering last night. there was red wine and whiskey sours and a game of balderdash that quickly turned lewd and then back again. i had never played that game before. you make up definitions/explanations/synopses/etc for weird words, names, movie titles, etc. in hopes of fooling your fellow game players into thinking it's the real deal. we did variations on the rules in different rounds which made it more entertaining if i were to say so. like we voted on most creative one round, not most realistic. i got the most votes when i defined BIGNONIA as reece witherspoon's forehead. HEY OH! also, several rounds followed hashing out the most entertaining porn personas. schlong was misread aloud as schlorg, much to the pleasure of many. henceforth, i insist upon this pronunciation. i insist upon umlauts. i came up with a filthy version of the name of the game at one point. let your mind wander. i was tied for first place at the point in the night where peeps wants to be calling it quits. we had THREE rounds of tiebreaking. i admit i sort of called it in on the last round of tiebreaking, sort of wanting it to be over. and it was. i came home, talked to the professor, and watched some spanish channel. i have maybe 4 channels, but for some reason i get 1 cable channel on top of that. it used to be mtv2 which i enjoyed for its wondershowzen, but recently it became the spanish channel. i had thought it pretty useless until last night, when at 2 in the morning i watched the sexias vs. the rolios in an indoor soccer tournament. the rolios were men in assorted gym shorts and tshirts. the sexias were ample breasted women in white bikinis. who knew?
work has been really really busy. they usually do about 3 productions a semester that i am responsible for designing for. my deadlines all sort of overlap at the start and end of shows, but it is extremely managable. for some reason this semester, right out of the gates of winter break there are 2 shows opening within a week of each other. so all of that masterful juggling of deadlines and correspondance and massive egos is times two. i have been putting in twice the hours since school started, and still i barely made my deadlines a few times. this upcoming week is hopefully the last of it for a while, then i will have a month or two with very little to do before the next production, so i can dedicate more time to classes and the studio. my boss and his boss have told me they are going to take me out for brunch to an upscale french restaurant to thank me for all of the extra work i have been doing. and they weren't joking! that is the nicest thing any job has ever done for me. i have to interact with some difficult personalities at times, but i also work with some of the nicest people. freaking fancy brunch for doing my job? quality. i am going to eat the hell out of some quiche.
i went to a birthday gathering last night. there was red wine and whiskey sours and a game of balderdash that quickly turned lewd and then back again. i had never played that game before. you make up definitions/explanations/synopses/etc for weird words, names, movie titles, etc. in hopes of fooling your fellow game players into thinking it's the real deal. we did variations on the rules in different rounds which made it more entertaining if i were to say so. like we voted on most creative one round, not most realistic. i got the most votes when i defined BIGNONIA as reece witherspoon's forehead. HEY OH! also, several rounds followed hashing out the most entertaining porn personas. schlong was misread aloud as schlorg, much to the pleasure of many. henceforth, i insist upon this pronunciation. i insist upon umlauts. i came up with a filthy version of the name of the game at one point. let your mind wander. i was tied for first place at the point in the night where peeps wants to be calling it quits. we had THREE rounds of tiebreaking. i admit i sort of called it in on the last round of tiebreaking, sort of wanting it to be over. and it was. i came home, talked to the professor, and watched some spanish channel. i have maybe 4 channels, but for some reason i get 1 cable channel on top of that. it used to be mtv2 which i enjoyed for its wondershowzen, but recently it became the spanish channel. i had thought it pretty useless until last night, when at 2 in the morning i watched the sexias vs. the rolios in an indoor soccer tournament. the rolios were men in assorted gym shorts and tshirts. the sexias were ample breasted women in white bikinis. who knew?
work has been really really busy. they usually do about 3 productions a semester that i am responsible for designing for. my deadlines all sort of overlap at the start and end of shows, but it is extremely managable. for some reason this semester, right out of the gates of winter break there are 2 shows opening within a week of each other. so all of that masterful juggling of deadlines and correspondance and massive egos is times two. i have been putting in twice the hours since school started, and still i barely made my deadlines a few times. this upcoming week is hopefully the last of it for a while, then i will have a month or two with very little to do before the next production, so i can dedicate more time to classes and the studio. my boss and his boss have told me they are going to take me out for brunch to an upscale french restaurant to thank me for all of the extra work i have been doing. and they weren't joking! that is the nicest thing any job has ever done for me. i have to interact with some difficult personalities at times, but i also work with some of the nicest people. freaking fancy brunch for doing my job? quality. i am going to eat the hell out of some quiche.
posted by casual ninja at 1:22 PM
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My grocery store manager in high school, to thank me for all the extra hours I put in doing inventory one summer, took me rollerskating with some ample-breasted women in white bikinis.
I love "ampleness." Once, I got free tickets to a hockey game from my old boss. It was like "Blades of Steel" for the NES but in reality.
schlorg.
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