6.9.2002
 
Hmm... so, another group outing to celebrate the newly gained freedom known as summer break. Some choice quotes from the night:

Dinner at Buca di Beppo's.

Christy: "You equal sex!"

Chef: "Oh him? Well, you don't want him. He's... different."
Christy: "Oh! You mean he's different?"
Chef: "Nono, he's saving himself."

Sarah: "Who here thinks that Matt's a wimp?"
(everyone raises their hand)

Matt: "Two things: young kids and old people are a no no. But everyone else is fine."
Christy: "Yes. Even that guy in the tomato suit."
Me: "Even I wouldn't fuck produce, Christy."

Matt: "I hope we haven't offended you."
Christy: "No, we make it interesting for him."
Mike: "Yes, you do. You can sexually harass me anytime."

Karen: "Please don't say anything stupid, I want to eat here again without having the staff know who I am."
Me: "Too late."

Matt: "Ego isn't always a bad thing."
Sarah, Karen, Christy, and Cat: "Yes it is."
Matt: "That's why I have no ego."
Me: (cough)

Sarah's house watching Moulin Rouge.

Matt: "If I ran for president, would any of you vote for me?"
Sarah: "Not for someone as whimpy as you!"

Karen: (points to Christian) "Hey! I have his hat!"
Me: (points to Satine) "Hey! I have... her... hat...?"

Me: "Sarah, you're dogs are cute. But they smell."

Christy: "For that, Matt, I'll get... him and him and him and her to rape you."
(said after he gave her a titty twister)

Karen: (points to Toulouse) "He reminds me of Tyler!"

Me: "And this guy... Mmmph! Been staring at him for three months."
Karen: "He... looks like Matt."
Me: "...?! You're the fifth person to say that."
Karen: "Well, it's true."

Me: "Ah! The devil!" (rubs out a face in the yearbook)
Karen: "Who is he?"
Me: "Exactly what Matt's going to be in a couple of years."

... and if I can think of anymore, I'll be sure to add on later.

Generally good night. Moulin Rouge at the end completely lightened up my mood. Up until that point I was getting a bit peeved because Matt, over the course of three months with little contact, has become such a slut. It bordered on annoying.

Looks like my avoidance has reach a point where I can't kick things off from the start without feeling ticked at him again and again. That boy is such a social butterfly that it irritates me... Albeit I'm the same, but I don't irritate people by doing it.

And I shall stop speaking about that subject 'lest I escape my current good mood.

Two days ago I went down to chinatown and bought some Jasmine tea. Now half of the bags are gone because I can't get enough of the concotion. Hehe.

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