Anyways, I decided to go home on Saturday because I needed intense help on Chinese homework, so I asked my mom to help me out. Ate dinner with family, then my favorite blog readers, Christine and John, texted me to meet them at Red Robins because it was John's birthday. I got there, bought John a drink, watched him get extremely tipsy (or what it looked to be extremely tipsy), and we then proceeded to go to Nickel Nickel after.
I think Nickel Nickel got ghetto-er. Don't get me wrong, it's fun. The basketball game, that is. Stephanie insisted we go on this extremely sketchy arcade game, called "The Magical Bench." It's literally just a bench that you sit on, and Stephanie was like "Ohhhh man, this thing is so awesome, I sat on it before and it like, throws you around and stuff!" So we all went on this really dumb bench, and it literally just vibrated for like seconds at a time. Easily, stupidest arcade game ever. We played Deal or No Deal, that was pretty epic. Heard through the grapevine that JYK screwed us over though. So, among the four of us, we managed to amass 230 tickets or so. I think a Hershey's candy bar was 250 or something, so we seriously got the weirdest stuff ever. And by we, I mean John Kim. He got the stripper necklaces, a couple plastic bat rings, a couple plastic shiny rings, a back scratcher (that proceeded to break in the parking lot), and a couple other trinkets.
Anyways, the most exciting thing that happened this weekend? I got suckered into dying my hair.
Before you go on and judge me for turning aZn, it's really not that bad. In fact, I forgot that I "dyed" my hair today.
So Leila texts me, and tells me to go over since she made me cupcakes and cookies. I'm a sucker for cookies, so I head over there and she's dying her hair and Stephanie's helping her. Next thing I know, I'm sitting down and Stephanie's dying the top couple centimeters of my hair. But I swear, if you saw me right now, you wouldn't even notice. Even though it's "burgundy," like this-
my hair looks nothing of that shade. It just looks normal. And you probably won't be able to see it, since I'm getting a haircut this week anyway. Shame.
Anyways, yesterday I went to the park with my roommate just to play basketball. Long story short, one of the guys that we were playing against works for the Lakers, and he showed us on his phone his championship rings. I thought that was so cool, he even showed us Jerry Buss's license plate (WRLDCHMPS10 or something like that). He told us some down-low dirt on the Lakers. I asked him if he liked Sasha Vujacic.
...turns out he did. Did, until Sasha started smoking too much weed with Luke Walton. Then he stopped practicing as hard, which is why his play started declining as the years went on.
Sorry Christine. I failed you. I smoked too much. That's why I got traded to the lowly Nets...
I smoke too.. and I also suck. That's about it.. for now.
-Wilson
3 comments:
pic or it never happened.
and no one knows why you would put cheese on it.
yay! Thanks for playing with me! :)
PS: I DO read your blog!
i forget why i didn't comment on this blog post when i first saw it a while ago. i felt so special being written about, and even getting a pic of mah boy sasha! you da best, even though you dissed him therefore dissed me, but apology accepted lol
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