very little to say

i learned something this weekend. if you are the child of a diplomat, you too have immunity. which is amazing since that pretty much means you can get away with whatever you want...unless your home country decides to refuse the immunity for you and then you are screwed....but if you father happens to be the ambassador for that country, odds are that you are in the clear. so i'd like to extend a big old "you lucky bastard" to one of my friends for being the luckiest kid ever. you sloppy bitch.

i really can't offer you much more right now. i was in NJ this weekend at Rutgers and am kind of brain dead. two highlights of things i experienced this weekend are as follows:

1. friday night was my friend's birthday. i've said before that my friends from home are rap stars without the music. so we're in the club when one of my friend's friends tells me that there is $600 of alcohol on the table right now. there were two bottles of Cristal. fake ass rap stars with their real ass expensive alcoholic beverages. this is on top of the 4 bottles of Goose that had already been purchased. so you get the point that we were not sober by any means. for once, i wasn't blacked out...probably because if i was blacked out i would have pissed someone off and i am the smallest kid compared to everyone else they know...that and i'm the white dude in the corner, which is hilarious. i asked the other white kid "do you ever feel like the white kid in the corner" to which he responded "you feel like that too?" this was a highlight. anyway, so later that night it is passing out time. i ask my friend for a blanket and pillow to which he responds "Fuck you." no blanket, no pillow, time to pass out on the couch fully clothed. i wake up 3 hours later freezing in the fetal position with no pants on. my only thought is "why the hell did i take my pants off?" i rise, put pants back on and steal a blanket and pillow. i win.

2. there is this dog and his name is turk. turk is a white lab. turk is a cool dog. turk is also over 100 pounds and i'm not joking. he is the fattest dog i have ever seen. he's the size of a good sized otoman (sp?). if you put your feet up on his back, he scratches his back with your feet. it's amazing. we took turk out to go to the bathroom and he walked into a bush (which he was the same size of) and scratched his back in that too. then he peed. and peed. and peed. turk peed for literally a minute and a half. but he is so heavy that his body can't support his weight while he is peeing, so eventually, he starts walking while he is peeing. it's hilarious.

so today i randomly start laughing because of some of the things that happened this weekend, but i didn't get much sleep at all and i slept fully clothed (down to the socks) both nights while i was up there. it was worth it.

that and bloomingdales is a cool store....no homo