The pearly gates are about to get whiter.

6/28/09

Yis'ga'dal v'yis'kadash sh'may ra'bbo, b'olmo dee'vro chir'usay v'yamlich malchu'say, b'chayaychon uv'yomay'chon uv'chayay d'chol bais Yisroel, ba'agolo u'viz'man koriv; v'imru Omein.
Y'hay shmay rabbo m'vorach l'olam ul'olmay olmayo.
Yisborach v'yishtabach v'yispoar v'yisromam v'yismasay, v'yishador v'yis'aleh v'yisalal, shmay d'kudsho, brich hu, l'aylo min kl birchoso v'sheeroso, tush'bechoso v'nechemoso, da,ameeran b'olmo; vimru Omein.
Y'hay shlomo rabbo min sh'mayo, v'chayim alaynu v'al kol Yisroel; v'imru Omein.
Oseh sholom bimromov, hu ya'aseh sholom olaynu, v'al kol yisroel; vimru Omein.

Rest in peace Billy Mays, my whites would never have been the same without you, but nothing in comparison to your sparkling personality. You were a good man.

I knew MJ wasn’t the last one. If I’m not correct, bad things not only come in threes but in sevens. WHICH CELEBRITIES ARE NEXT? I pray fervently for the health and safety of our most precious citizens.

Anywho, last night someone picked out a club online and we caught the bus in hopes of getting there before 11:30. Of course, with our luck we were on the road for about an hour, and I spent most of it trying to call the people we were supposed to meet up with in Piccadilly, wasting my precious minutes. Apparently Orange phone doesn’t have good service in the center of fucking London. Guess I need to “top up” my minutes again. Bastards.

So, we finally reach Piccadilly and the Drexel group runs off because they thought the price would go up after 11:30, when in reality it was 5 pounds for girls and 10 for guys. Needless to say the males were not pleased. They also did not know it was a club not intended for those of Caucasian descent.

The rest of Drexel ran off and I went to go find K by the fountains, and we had a grand old time walking around with our drinks and just being the lovely, cultured people we are. L and L met up with us after a little being displeased with the club, and I had my first McDonalds quarter pounder. I can’t even say that I’m angry with myself, because it was fucking delicious. On the bus home we met a bunch of Americans who coincidentally lived in the first floor of our building, and as were talking an Australian lady turned to us and said she felt like we were all in a movie. When asked why, she said that most of the movies she sees have American accents, and we all looked like we were out of some fraternity road trip movie. Then she said we all had really white teeth. Thankfully our stop was next. I saw her in the convenience store today. I liked her dress.

Today we tailgated the Bruce Springstein and Dave Matthews Band Concert. Actually, I skipped the Dave part with a few others because I hate his music and therefore am automatically going to hell/committing social suicide. I believe there are three bands that every one in my generation is required to like: Dave Matthews Band, Sublime, and The Red Hot Chili Peppers. I hate Dave, I dislike Sublime the vast majority of the time, and I only like a few RHCP songs. I have some respect for RHCP because Anthony Kiedis is a baller, but his autobiography Scar Tissue was a lot more dull than I thought. He literally went back to rehab every other page. Hearing about him going to the damn dentist would have been a lot more interesting than another overdose after the first hundred pages.