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Drizzunk at Hooters
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"I got a scholarship to Cambridge University, so fuck you.
NEVER TRUST A SHARK"
More about Evan
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Schools:
Lasalle High School, Attended 1998 - 2002, Class of 2002
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Schools (Other):
Reed College, Cambridge University
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College/University:
Reed College, Attended 2002 - 2006, Class of 2006, Bachelor's Degree, Mathematics
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Occupation:
Student, bum
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Hobbies and Interests:
math, rocking out, epic pies, nerding it up, pants, math, rubik's cube, shoes
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Favorite Books:
The Sound and the Fury, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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Favorite Movies:
Blues Brothers, Big Trouble in Little China, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Raising Arizona
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Favorite Music:
Joy Division, Depeche Mode, The Cure, Nick Cave, Mates of State, Andrew WK, Junior Senior, Bright Eyes, Patsy Cline, The Smiths, Blondie, Erasure, ABBA, Prince, Magnetic Fields
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Favorite TV Shows:
The Simpsons, Upright Citizens Brigade, Strangers with Candy, Kids in the Hall
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About Me:
I got a scholarship to Cambridge University, so fuck you.
NEVER TRUST A SHARK
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Who I Want to Meet:
I like to meet people who know stuff. To meet me, you must know at least three things.
I also like to meet people who know about the Reptilian Agenda and want to do what they can to stop it. Only we will free ourselves from the hundred-thousand-year oppression of Sirius.
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whose clothes are too small anyday. But not if
you keeping killing me with your stabby knives
and opaque language all the time. Meet you at
the local Cosmetology school.
band practice (which we're having right now,
tuesday 10:00 p.m.), drinking old english 800 with
his homies. But whatevs, he likes good music and
shoes...
you hated me. but then i realized that
sometimes people think that i hate
them when i don't. then i got to
thinkin, 'hey, maybe he doesn't really
hate me, maybe he's just a
sass-a-fr-ass.' then i was like,
'whoa'--kinda Keaneu-esque--'we
are like totally the same'--thanks to
the transitive property of equality, of
course (my personal fav), i mean,
duh! so evan, i've learned a lot about
myself in the short time that we have
been friends and about you, like that
you have a beach house, you like roy
orbison and patsy cline, and that you
have--although this one purely goes
off a hunch--a healthy affinity for
cold-blooded revenge, which is cool
and admirable.
people. I know, I know, I just set myself up to
be called a dork (or even worse, a hippy) and
poked with sticks until I leave town in shame
by talking about 'auras,' but that's the best I
can describe it. Oh yeah, and he's a pretty
dapper fella too. I'm just glad that I know
three things (just barely), qualifying me as
someone who he knows. Evan is the only
thing outside of "Donald Duck in Mathmagic-
Land" that could possibly make me think math
was cool.
shoelaces. Enough said.
beat me at Star Search and in a fit of
jealousy I turned him into a fly.
Since then, he's always made me feel
grossly inadequate when it comes to
smarts, from TAG in elem. school to
discussions of math in the modern days.
Regardless. Evan is fabby.
anyone
mohawks and rode around on bikes bitching
about women. i dare you to ask him about
real equations, or whatever the fuck it is that
he goes on and on about...
most pants out of all the genius's I
know... Probably. Furthermore, Evan
probably rocks harder than any of the
Dance Dance Revolution Prodigies that I
know. Hugs and Kisses Jellybean.