Class that makes you say, “Wii”

Yeah so J and I got together last night for some steaks and dranks. Since everyone knows I am a total gangsta, ‘drinks’ will henceforth be referred to as ‘dranks’ in order to be more phonetically aligned with my status as true master player of the g-funk loc dawgs.

Toune, Clark, and their bizarre friend Jeanette came to cause trouble and subvert the evenings plans. I think we all started drinking pretty heavily early in the night and completely gave up the initial idea of going to the movies to see Smokin’ Aces.

So when I got to Jared’s house last week, I found out he had a PS3: I don’t think I have wanted to get my hands on something so bad since Suzy Jenkins the summer after our Junior year. Sadly, both of them were less than I anticipated them to be. Sorry, Suzy… I guess I should have told you sooner.

I am impressed with the image quality of the blue ray player combined with the sheer power of his giganto-salsa-picante-supa-bazooka sony television. At least on the 1 actual blue-ray movie that he has. I’m digging the single player games, but the problem seems to be that there are ONLY single player games.

Toune brought over another controller yesterday, so Jeanette and I set out to prove dominance over one another by playing racing games. Sadly, none of Jared’s stupid games or demos seems to support multiplayer. About as useful as tits on a bull.

Fast forward several hours, a couple of half watched movies and many completely empty glasses of Vegas Pineapple (dranks!) later, I have traded my bag of dirty laundry for one filled with clean clothes. I’m also wearing Jared’s shirt since I lost my shirt I was wearing prior, Jeanette is wearing another one of my shirts and Toune is wearing a shirt long enough to be a dress pulled down over some olivia newton john leg warmers.

I’m not entirely sure how we all started swapping clothes, but the end result was entertaining.

Speaking of entertaining, Patrick went to Target at 5:30 this morning and bought a Wii. Everyone promptly abandoned class and plugged the new video game console into the projector in our classroom and spent the next couple hours playing Wii sports. My favorite is the boxing game. Maybe it says something about my bloodthirsty nature, but the only thing more entertaining to me than little digital midgets beating each other up would be real midgets beating each other up. Add in a tank of nitrous oxide and you have the makings of an amazing movie.

I’m gearing up for another test tomorrow, that’s why I am up so late studying. Well, that and the fact that i took a nap earlier since I was up late running around with the locals.

I have to apologize ahead of time to anyone who is leaving comments that are not appearing. Try as I might, I can’t seem to get the spamfilter to function happily. It either blocks everything or nothing. So I ether fill the pages of the site with advertisements for everyone to go buy viagra, cialis, and midget amputee porn, or I have to manually go fish comments out of the garbage before they disappear like David Caruso’s career.

Toune, I can send you the midget porn ads via email… no worries.