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Name: just Evan
Location: United States
Birthday: 7/26/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: i'm not interested in much, except running and wearing smaller shirts so that chicks think my arms are big.
Expertise: if given the opportunity, and if you are 11 or younger, i bet i can slap your face and get away with it. i wish i was good at nighttime assassin jobs, something awesome like that, but no.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
12/7/2005
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| well things are still on the up'n up fans. Got a few 1's at ensemble contest last weekend with the men's quartet and mixed octet. in a few words, we done owned that a##. got a fantastic prom date lined up (i wonder how much my mom is paying this one...), and i sure am anxious to graduate n all. actually, only about a fourth of me is ready to leave home. the rest is scared to piss. oh well, guess i'll cross that bridge when i come to it. xander is currently unconscious on my couch, and i am here, when we both should be working on a spanish project which is due in about 8 hours. kill me. heck, i'll just bs the whole damn thing. if we can just make the teacher laugh, there's our A. i should get on that spanish bsing thing. i'll close with some wise words from an amazing band. Love, it will push you around. It will make you a poor man, and taint your picture of Heaven. Love, it will make you a man. It will make you a child again. -Love, by Kids in the Way | | |
| i know this thing is normally reserved for party stories and what not, but this is important...I'M GOIN' TO F**KIN NATIONALS BABY!!! WOOT!! ME, JEFF, SAVANNA, AND DEREK ALL QUALIFIED IN DUO!! WE GONNA ROCK EM' LIKE A F**KIN HURRICANE!!...yeah. the only downside to yesterday was that mine and many other people's i-pods got stolen. thank you, who ever you were. that thing was actually my birthday present to myself, thank you very much. oh well, who gives? cuz i'm...GOIN TO F**KIN NATIONALS BABY!!! WOOT!!! | | |
| this just in sportsfans: i'm a dumb butt. i think i might lay off the party scene for a while. the last one left me violently sick and passed out on my amazing boss's floor. after i had regurgitated everything but my small intestine, i'm pretty sure i began hurling up furry woodland creatures (WHY THE F**K DID BAMBI JUST COME OUT MY MOUTH!?!). someone also decided it would be funny to give me a homemade tattoo...all over one side of my face. i wish i would have known that there had been a blue dick on my neck a bit earlier. basically, i had no food that night but did indulge in half a bottle of jagermeister, crown, malibu rum, and some very lovely brandy that made my top lip go numb. it wasn't pleasant. so now i think i'll devote my spare time to meditation, bird watching, gardening, and pottery... uh, no...kidding. but a peaceful lifestyle does sound nice at least for a few days. cheers everybody. | | |
| things have been annoyingly low-key for a while now. no real big parties, except at my place on valentines day. it was more like a big celebration of lonliness. three guys with no mates getting way too drunk in my basement. i hid anything that produces fire way beforehand however the scorch mark on my chair will tell you all just how great that worked out. other than that any getting together has just been a few guys gathering for a beer ration. i have a new favorite: MOLSON GOLDEN...so hot right now. in case you all haven't noticed, this xanga has actually just become my kind of place where i tell party stories. why? well for one thing the're fun, and challenging to remember at times. they also constitute the percentage of my time not doing useless homework, working at TB, and feeling sorry that i'm trying to convince myself that i'm not feeling sorry for my sorry self when i really am. there's the fantastically sh##ty portion, and the alcohol portion. which would you rather hear about? that's what i thought. peace out ho's. | | |
| crazy awesome party at jessara's house last night. i don't care what anyone says. boulevard wheat is amazing beer. if you say but light is better, i will stab you in the shorts. try me. anyway, we all got FUBARed with a mixture of gin, hot damn, malibu rum, butterscotch rum, cinnamon schnapps, and frozen pizza. the best part, like always, is desperately trying to remember things that were said that you know were funny. here's a few i can immediately recall (i didn't say all of these, mind you) 1. we know she's not black, she's whiter than larry byrd, now shut the f##k up!! 2. holy hell guys, i think colonel sanders is trying to jack me off 3. you know those crazy a## flying monkeys from wizard of oz? they're coming for me right now 4. this isn't a bean bag chair at all...it's a transformer, optimus couch! 5. its a## in the face time 6. g-damn you, holding your puke cup is like babysitting a newborn calf 7. i'm drunk as sh##, who are you? 8. somebody gimme some vodka so i can pass out 9. god christ shut the f##k up!!! hey, at least i didn't dial anyone this time. cheers folks. | | |
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