Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Set.

What's up. I don't even know how many days there are left in school. It's in between two and five I think.  I feel so ill-informed, like I don't think I have school on Friday, but I'm really not sure. Shit...

I fucking sick of my phone. I currently rocking an Iphone 3G. And it sucks. Enough to get pissed off about it.  I'm making a major upgrade coming up soon. Switching to Verizon and to the Droid X2. Yeah, get ready for some shit. I'm currently an Iphone person (and yeah I'm making the capitalization incorrect on purpose), but come Friday or Saturday I'll be a fucking DROID person. Yeah. Means I'll be a real nigga. Ya'll niggas some slow loading appstore ass niggas, my niggas some fast as lightning make a call while webbrowsing droid ass niggas.

Doug is so thrilled about how 'set' he is. It perturbs me. But before I get any further into this I must explain the term 'set'.

Created by Doug and I, 'set' describes the feeling when everything you need and desire is within reach or better yet already in the palm of your hand...brb gotta sign brittany's yearbook...Ok I'm back, I wrote some nice things. Anyway, let's use the initial example of alcohol. In highschool, it's not necessarily easy to obtain. But when you do score some, and you have like 5 bottles under your bed in a shoebox for individual consumption, you are then 'set'. You don't need to further worry about getting booze cuz you already have a speakeasy in your bedroom. The principle applies to other stuff, like girls, money, etc. E.g. having a hot girlfriend makes you set.

So Doug is all excited about how 'set' he is with his phone. He is fully content with the quality of phone he has, and he is aware that no upgrade is needed for at last a while. I on the other hand am quite al contrario. I'm not set! But I probably will be on like Saturday. Stoked.

So I'm trying to get Hobbs to kick me out of his room so I can go chill with Karen. It's not really working. Any chance I get to yell something out to Hobbs to distract the class and distrub his "flow" I take. Then he yells at me and I say with a smirk "I can leave if you want me to!". I'm being a genuine jackass. On purpose of course.

I'm flying today and I need the weather to be clear around 15:00. So I'm gonna check the weather. Adios.

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