let's get retarded

"get together" last night, not quite as successful as that oh so fateful night a few weeks ago, but it's difficult to live up to "the best party i've been to in Isla Vista... ever." it's ok. i forgive myself and my five housemates for not being the same entertainers that we were two weeks ago.

but i did, somehow, manage to get a very small amount of boys to drink a hefty amount of tequila.

i love being the pressurer that i am. alcohol flows freely from my hands when there are willing souls to screw over (especially when they are willing to do interesting favors for the "last" beer...). i should not be trusted. and yet, night after night, i am.

marines, while they are chill in spirit, are not so much in body. i am wondering what it is that the "hardest core" sector of our military does with its men if those boys don't have nice bodies. don't they work them long and hard? all those puns that i have been thinking up in my head all week have suddenly been dashed about the room like a sad re-inactment of a seventies murder scene. but after they took four consecutive shots of my dear friend Jose, even though they had sworn off that liquid, claiming it to be the devil's drink of choice, i guess i can forgive them. i'll admit that it was a dissappointment. i guess not every man can live up to the stereotype that i have set out for them to occupy.