Disclaimer: Writing a blog in the quiet section of the library does nothing to improve my grammar or spelling. Don't know why I thought it would...
Also, T forgot to sign out of her blog and I was about 1 min away from posting this to her class blog. Wonder what would have become of that.
I also should say that if anyone who is offended or shocked by my misdeeds and wants to be a prick, then I should tell you that all of this is made up.... if anyone asks.
So, here we are Monday, finals week. Two take home finals and two final exams. I have yet to decide if its a blessing or a curse that my first final isn't due till thurs. Since, I have severe issues with procrastination I have a feeling the begining of this week is going to be filled with outdoor quarry sits ranging from 1 to 3 hours, long internal debates on whether I want to go running or not, significantly shorter internal debates on whether I should start my work or not, and multiple trips to Wendys for cheap large delicious fountain drinks. Also, I'm certain that I will be easily swayed when faced with hanging out or doing work. Anyways, what happened this weekend?
I missed the very last day of classes which seems fitting since I also missed the very first day...
I went to Atalantic City, my first experience with both the city and New Jersey in general. The drive was 3 hours long, like driving to Pewaukee from Chicago only I had a bad hangover and an empty stomache. Tommy drove the whole way, don't know why he wouldn't take a break and let me drive a little bit. Maybe because I told the car that I had been in 5 accidents. Whatever, those accidents made me a better person and driver. Also, I chose to walk places a lot more often now...that's just good for health reasons.
Anyways, Tommy gets us lost, luckily the kid is from New Jersey so he essentially knew where he was going. I guess he just decided to chose the more indirect route. Who am I to question the New Jersey kid's driving?
Anyways, we get to atlantic city and to the hotel we're staying in, but not before passing a place called "Abdullah and Omar's Hair Bazaar" I was so tempted to buy some quality hair extensions but we had a formal to get too.
The place is HUGE and amazing, if you're 21 or older. Lucky me iI'm only 20 and all the kids I'm with are 21. Awesome, I successfully ruined the fun for the group. Instead we go to the room and pound nattys. Nattys to dome.
The place where the formal actually takes place was amazing. It was essentially a three story night club with an open bar (another blow to my underageda ego). Luckily every time I told a person I was under 21 they insisted I chug their drink. Mags managed to grab three drinks and drag courtney and I into the bathroom for a quick refresher.
They rest of the night was pretty fun. Thomasina ended up paying 55$ for 8 beers at the convientient store, and a kid payed $18 for cigarettes. So , while everyone of age was gambling and being entertained by strippers walking around the "High Rollers Club" we were sipping on expensive beer and bopping around the hotel. I faded a little early, I'll be the first to admit it. Also, I slept in my dress on top of the covers. Clutch.
The drive home the next morning was a struggle fest for me not to fall asleep. I may or may not have 'rested my eyes' once or twice but I really wanted to stay awake so Thomasina wouldn't feel lonely. If anyone knows me they would understand completely when I say that in attempts to stay awake I brought up the most rediculous conversational topics. I also managed to slip in about 20 pointless lies that were completely unnecissay in furthering the conversations. I don't really want to own and pig, why would I say that?
So when we got back to the big Dick I fell asleep for aprx 4 hours. Then got up and got ready to go out again. That, ladies and gents, is a trooper. There was just no way in hell that I could miss Queen B's birthday...just no way that was going to happen. So I of course attended and had a fucking amazing time. temprarily lost my phone, but what good night doesn't include a little stress over lost necessities.
Sunday I managed to get no work done.
Thats about all I have right now.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
A Comparative Analysis of Spring Fest 2010 and 2011
Disclaimer:....can't spell, don't care.
We'll start with a summary of the events that occured in the spring semester of 2010. This will be important for the comparison of the two years. So, last year, spring fest. None of the lacrosse girls expected to be attending the festivities provided by the school for the spring festival but due to an untimely end to the lacrosse season we found ourselves free to enjoy the good weather with some good friends. I didn't know what I was about to embark on when I filled a 32oz pepsi cup with some natty light (I could proly have figured this out with some simple addition but I found myself plesantly surprised when I realized that you can fit 2 natty ice cans in a 32 oz cup) but I did know that I was going to enjoy spring fest and take advantage of any free piece of shit the school was willing to chuck at me. I basically bopped around morgan feild for a while making wax hands and tiedyed tshirts these activities were interrupted only by the occasional refill. I can't remember who I was with...i mean it was a year ago information like that is hard to retain for long periods of time.
Anyways, if I remember correctly the Carlisle Spring Fest was also going on that same day. So, when I decided to go to 25/27 I got the added bonus of partaking in some festival activities with the locals. When I got to 25/27 last year Norah, Becca, and I went out on the roof and it was sometime up there that my day got interesting....
I wish I could remember what happened up there for the two hours that Norah and Becca went downstairs to take a nap and I stayed up going beer for beer with Gus....if you know Gus then this speaks for itself. At some point I decided to take a shower (proly much needed since it was hot out and I was sitting in the sun all day getting a great irish sun tan....burn..) I'm pretty tall, but I can't reach the shower head however, I managaed to allegedly tear of the shower head and knock everything in the bathroom over. Norah and Becca put me in a dress after that and we walked out on the town.On our walk Becca and Norah had to pull me away from a potential high street brawl....again, all this is alleged. Though if I did get into a fight I'm sure we all know that I would win no question. Anyways, becca and norah decided it would be best that day to drop me off back in the Wit, entrusting Brenna with my well-being. haha. yeah. Not sure how this happened and there are some descrepencies in remembering this evening and whether this was the same night or not but I ended up rallying. Apparently I was wearing a big white t-shirt with no pants. This was one of many times that I bopped around Wit with no pants on. Ian eventually would act surprised when he saw me wearing pants... god the amount of classy behaivor on Wit 3rd floor was insane. Anyways, this must have been one of the first times because Brenna took it upon herself to bring me back to the room and put some shorts on me. I chose to wear my white lacrosse shorts which is great cuz they matched my oversized white t-shirt. Then we went out on the town with the 3rd floor crew and Taylor threw out that great quote at a lady..."You're not my favorite person." sparked quite the reaction.
Anyways that was essentially last years Spring Fest. On to the next one I suppose...
I knew that there would have to be considerable effort put into this years festivities in order to be on par with last year. So, we bought 170$ worth of booze 140 of which was spent at the brew through...most amazing place in carlisle its like an enchanted forest of beer. Anyways, I was planning on not drinking on Friday night because I knew I would be waking up early to drink all day on sat. I drank of Friday sue me. We woke up went to sheetz came back and started making mamosas. My cup of coice was a large pop cup from mcdonalds. When we progressed to beer Emma gave me the brilliant idea to just put the can of beer in the cup and put the straw in it that way you don't have to waste time pouring the beer...time consolidation is key. Anyways, I added ice around the can and made my own personal cooler for all of my beers. Pretty brilliant. I'm not sure whose idea it was to take the couch outside, but christie and I carried the couch outside so we could sit in the sun and drink. Lax pinnies, outdoor furniture, and natty light...bro? The day was amazing we listened to music, judge passerbys, and drank from 12 until 7 ish. I think that me, maggie, barr, nick, and martin stayed the longest. At one point Martin went to the snar to provide us all with some food. Nick and I made out relationship official out there as well which is a big step for both of us since i'm a unfriendly commitmentless person and because he's gay. We're currently "going steady." I was planning on taking a mid-day nap in order to be functional that evening...but the nap never happened. We esstially sat until the sun went down then christie and I went to the fc with everyone after a quick game of pong. We planned an informally formal formal for the fc that evening and we attempted to start a dance party in the living room. Pretty great dancing going on yesterday.
Anyways, thats essentially the sum up of my Spring Fest 2011.
In comparing the two its easy to see that both have great ups and downs. Though, being a girl that loves a good story, I'm gunna have to say that spring fest 2010 takes home the cake. I mean, I tried to fight a girl on high street aftger trashing a shower head that I can't even reach. Which story do you think is better?
We'll start with a summary of the events that occured in the spring semester of 2010. This will be important for the comparison of the two years. So, last year, spring fest. None of the lacrosse girls expected to be attending the festivities provided by the school for the spring festival but due to an untimely end to the lacrosse season we found ourselves free to enjoy the good weather with some good friends. I didn't know what I was about to embark on when I filled a 32oz pepsi cup with some natty light (I could proly have figured this out with some simple addition but I found myself plesantly surprised when I realized that you can fit 2 natty ice cans in a 32 oz cup) but I did know that I was going to enjoy spring fest and take advantage of any free piece of shit the school was willing to chuck at me. I basically bopped around morgan feild for a while making wax hands and tiedyed tshirts these activities were interrupted only by the occasional refill. I can't remember who I was with...i mean it was a year ago information like that is hard to retain for long periods of time.
Anyways, if I remember correctly the Carlisle Spring Fest was also going on that same day. So, when I decided to go to 25/27 I got the added bonus of partaking in some festival activities with the locals. When I got to 25/27 last year Norah, Becca, and I went out on the roof and it was sometime up there that my day got interesting....
I wish I could remember what happened up there for the two hours that Norah and Becca went downstairs to take a nap and I stayed up going beer for beer with Gus....if you know Gus then this speaks for itself. At some point I decided to take a shower (proly much needed since it was hot out and I was sitting in the sun all day getting a great irish sun tan....burn..) I'm pretty tall, but I can't reach the shower head however, I managaed to allegedly tear of the shower head and knock everything in the bathroom over. Norah and Becca put me in a dress after that and we walked out on the town.On our walk Becca and Norah had to pull me away from a potential high street brawl....again, all this is alleged. Though if I did get into a fight I'm sure we all know that I would win no question. Anyways, becca and norah decided it would be best that day to drop me off back in the Wit, entrusting Brenna with my well-being. haha. yeah. Not sure how this happened and there are some descrepencies in remembering this evening and whether this was the same night or not but I ended up rallying. Apparently I was wearing a big white t-shirt with no pants. This was one of many times that I bopped around Wit with no pants on. Ian eventually would act surprised when he saw me wearing pants... god the amount of classy behaivor on Wit 3rd floor was insane. Anyways, this must have been one of the first times because Brenna took it upon herself to bring me back to the room and put some shorts on me. I chose to wear my white lacrosse shorts which is great cuz they matched my oversized white t-shirt. Then we went out on the town with the 3rd floor crew and Taylor threw out that great quote at a lady..."You're not my favorite person." sparked quite the reaction.
Anyways that was essentially last years Spring Fest. On to the next one I suppose...
I knew that there would have to be considerable effort put into this years festivities in order to be on par with last year. So, we bought 170$ worth of booze 140 of which was spent at the brew through...most amazing place in carlisle its like an enchanted forest of beer. Anyways, I was planning on not drinking on Friday night because I knew I would be waking up early to drink all day on sat. I drank of Friday sue me. We woke up went to sheetz came back and started making mamosas. My cup of coice was a large pop cup from mcdonalds. When we progressed to beer Emma gave me the brilliant idea to just put the can of beer in the cup and put the straw in it that way you don't have to waste time pouring the beer...time consolidation is key. Anyways, I added ice around the can and made my own personal cooler for all of my beers. Pretty brilliant. I'm not sure whose idea it was to take the couch outside, but christie and I carried the couch outside so we could sit in the sun and drink. Lax pinnies, outdoor furniture, and natty light...bro? The day was amazing we listened to music, judge passerbys, and drank from 12 until 7 ish. I think that me, maggie, barr, nick, and martin stayed the longest. At one point Martin went to the snar to provide us all with some food. Nick and I made out relationship official out there as well which is a big step for both of us since i'm a unfriendly commitmentless person and because he's gay. We're currently "going steady." I was planning on taking a mid-day nap in order to be functional that evening...but the nap never happened. We esstially sat until the sun went down then christie and I went to the fc with everyone after a quick game of pong. We planned an informally formal formal for the fc that evening and we attempted to start a dance party in the living room. Pretty great dancing going on yesterday.
Anyways, thats essentially the sum up of my Spring Fest 2011.
In comparing the two its easy to see that both have great ups and downs. Though, being a girl that loves a good story, I'm gunna have to say that spring fest 2010 takes home the cake. I mean, I tried to fight a girl on high street aftger trashing a shower head that I can't even reach. Which story do you think is better?
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Sitting in the Anthro Lab...supposed to be studying for my last anthro quiz...how fitting
Disclaimer: I can't spell. I have horrible grammar. I still get better grades on papers than you do.
Good news and bad news. Bad news is...season is over. Good news is...season is over. So strange now that I don't have lacrosse to complain about. Even more strange that the next time I play with this team we'll be playing with a new group of freshmen. The 7 senoirs who've I've spent the last three seasons with are all leaving. This is just weird, since they practically define DWL to me and to much of my team. They'll be missed.
I suppose I could read my last post to pick up where my weekends left off but I'm far to lazy and even more technologically incompetent. The rents came last weekend to see me play some lacrosse...15 minutes into the game it started to storm. Great, my rents got to see 15 min of me playing lacrosse and I got a mid week make-up game to play. The rents were hilarious as usual. When they weren't argueing about drinks or nagging me about grades or lacrosse they were making totally inappropriate but completely hilarious jokes. It's hard to determine how I came out so normal. We went out to dinner and on the way home and I got my dad to take his first trip through the brew through. As we were slowly creeping through my mother began saying "We're going to get pulled over David, get the hell outta here." My dad was just in awe of the mountains of beer surrounding him. He bought me two cases. aw yeah diddy. One of the cases was of Stella Artois, great beer. My mom thought it would be a good idea to buy a nice case of beer bc in case the cops decided to pull us over they wouldnt be able to tell who the beer was for without some thorough detective work. That sort of genius comes from 20 years in the public defenders office. That rest of the night was mediocre at best.
We had a tues and wens game the following week. This would have been totally fine if my 8pg paper was due that thurs like it assumed it was. Taryn, the god send that she is, reminding me on monday that the paper for our class was not due that thurs but rather that tues. Great, I have an 8 page paper to write and I don't even know what topic to choose. After lacrosse I started my paper...and finished it at 8 am the next morning. It was 10 pgs of bullshit that sounds pretty and hopefully made sense. I would have been done at 4 that morning but after I printed out the rough draft I Xed out of the computer one and didn't save it. So, after correcting my rough draft and going to the comp to make some quick revisions I realized that it was no longer on the screen and I could not find it anywhere on the computer. That was awesome because then I got to retype the entire 10 pages that I had just pulled together over the last 8 hours. awesome. so awesome.
The game on tues was like an out of body experience. I was moving in slow motion but everyone else was not. I managed to double my turnovers for the season in that one game. go me.
Wens game was only slightly better.
Though both games were a win so I don't feel as bad about it.
Wens, instead of going out like I usually do, I got to watch the wire in Sean's room for roughly three hours. Yep, on 4/20, I watched the Wire season 2 in KW tower A for 3 hours. just to clarify.
This past sat we had senior day and played f and m. I wore powerbuns. We lost....end of season. Weird. Whats the first thing I do? pop open a beer start my laundry and wait for the night to unfold. Stevie May and Juliani came over and we hung out in the bathroom for a while (seasons over, no rules apply, please use context clues) after that Stevie and Juliani went to formal while May spent 15 min making fun of me because I couldn't stop laughing. I fell asleep 30 min later and woke up at midnight. drank a few beers with the roomies tried for a second push to go out then passed out again. Great sat night.
Easter Sunday! the first easter sunday I wasn't too hungover to attend the Clarks Easter Egg Hunt. Though my poor performance in the hunt was a bit shameful I do have rookie status on my side.
Spring Time in Carlisle for Dickinson.
Good news and bad news. Bad news is...season is over. Good news is...season is over. So strange now that I don't have lacrosse to complain about. Even more strange that the next time I play with this team we'll be playing with a new group of freshmen. The 7 senoirs who've I've spent the last three seasons with are all leaving. This is just weird, since they practically define DWL to me and to much of my team. They'll be missed.
I suppose I could read my last post to pick up where my weekends left off but I'm far to lazy and even more technologically incompetent. The rents came last weekend to see me play some lacrosse...15 minutes into the game it started to storm. Great, my rents got to see 15 min of me playing lacrosse and I got a mid week make-up game to play. The rents were hilarious as usual. When they weren't argueing about drinks or nagging me about grades or lacrosse they were making totally inappropriate but completely hilarious jokes. It's hard to determine how I came out so normal. We went out to dinner and on the way home and I got my dad to take his first trip through the brew through. As we were slowly creeping through my mother began saying "We're going to get pulled over David, get the hell outta here." My dad was just in awe of the mountains of beer surrounding him. He bought me two cases. aw yeah diddy. One of the cases was of Stella Artois, great beer. My mom thought it would be a good idea to buy a nice case of beer bc in case the cops decided to pull us over they wouldnt be able to tell who the beer was for without some thorough detective work. That sort of genius comes from 20 years in the public defenders office. That rest of the night was mediocre at best.
We had a tues and wens game the following week. This would have been totally fine if my 8pg paper was due that thurs like it assumed it was. Taryn, the god send that she is, reminding me on monday that the paper for our class was not due that thurs but rather that tues. Great, I have an 8 page paper to write and I don't even know what topic to choose. After lacrosse I started my paper...and finished it at 8 am the next morning. It was 10 pgs of bullshit that sounds pretty and hopefully made sense. I would have been done at 4 that morning but after I printed out the rough draft I Xed out of the computer one and didn't save it. So, after correcting my rough draft and going to the comp to make some quick revisions I realized that it was no longer on the screen and I could not find it anywhere on the computer. That was awesome because then I got to retype the entire 10 pages that I had just pulled together over the last 8 hours. awesome. so awesome.
The game on tues was like an out of body experience. I was moving in slow motion but everyone else was not. I managed to double my turnovers for the season in that one game. go me.
Wens game was only slightly better.
Though both games were a win so I don't feel as bad about it.
Wens, instead of going out like I usually do, I got to watch the wire in Sean's room for roughly three hours. Yep, on 4/20, I watched the Wire season 2 in KW tower A for 3 hours. just to clarify.
This past sat we had senior day and played f and m. I wore powerbuns. We lost....end of season. Weird. Whats the first thing I do? pop open a beer start my laundry and wait for the night to unfold. Stevie May and Juliani came over and we hung out in the bathroom for a while (seasons over, no rules apply, please use context clues) after that Stevie and Juliani went to formal while May spent 15 min making fun of me because I couldn't stop laughing. I fell asleep 30 min later and woke up at midnight. drank a few beers with the roomies tried for a second push to go out then passed out again. Great sat night.
Easter Sunday! the first easter sunday I wasn't too hungover to attend the Clarks Easter Egg Hunt. Though my poor performance in the hunt was a bit shameful I do have rookie status on my side.
Spring Time in Carlisle for Dickinson.
Monday, April 11, 2011
I Haven't Been Busy, I've Just Been Lazy...
Disclaimer, my hiatus from blogging did nothing to improve my grammar or spelling. My tosiba still lacks basic 21st century technology.
The last few weeks are hazy to say the least not because I've had an exceptionally good time, but mostly because I just don't think that much of it is worth remembering. We've continued our impressive losing streak at lax and I've been starting games....I really hope that those two don't go hand in hand.
sooo I have two weekends too relate here, good thing nothing exciting happens in my life so this should not be a difficult task. Where shall I begin, two weekends ago I guess or maybe this was three weekends ago? Shit, time... Anyways, I feel like I found myself at another frat party...and the frat that I usually do not attend..things change a little bit now and then I guess. There's three floors in this house, and theres a bathroom on the top two. So, I was with some bitties that knew about the bathroom on the third floor so I decided to skip the line and pretend like I'm a big fucking deal and can go where ever I want and we went the the lineless bathroom on the 3rd floor. I don't remember who I was with and I don't remember who was walking down the stair with me but I do remember slipping and my ass literally hitting every stair on the way down to the 2nd floor. All those people I passed up because I was too good to wait in line on the 2nd floor had the pleasure of witnessing this lapse of grace and came to help me. Apparently I sat there silently for a few seconds before getting up and walking away from the worried and entertained bystanders without saying anything. The next morning I had quite a impressive set of bruises on my backside. Cute. Sio was at the party as well and we got to hang out for once...that was interesting "Is this Ella?!" "Yeah Siobhan, it's me." "Good! I can't see you..."
Alright, one weekend down, one more to go. Hold you're horses.
This past weekend....we had a game against WAC in Maryland, it's a 3 hour drive which means we had to wake up at 6:45 which is just the greatest. We went to the Moore's house after, most precious family with like acres of land on some amazing river. Food was great, I love it when the bus driver joins the team tailgates. Watched a little bit of the masters and got to drive home with Taryns mom in the rental car. We took sideroads all the way through Maryland....with speed limits varying from 25-45 so it was likely not the quickest route. We were cruising until we got pulled over by a cop who wasn't even in a car. How does that happen? He was honestly standing in the road and waved us down while his partner stood on the side of the road with a raider gun in a stance like he was about to shoot a predator. I feel like I would have just kept driving but Taryns mother is a sweet heart and a law abiding citizen. We got off with a warning and I assume it's only because the cop didnt know how to figure out how to ticket a rental car. Got home late, jumped in the shower with my good friend Natty Light and the night began....and ended with nothing in between worth relating.
Wens night sio and the gang came over and Margot had some peeps over as well I'm not sure how this came to be but i one point I was standing outside with stevie sio and Monique Patricia (yes) and we were working on the rap that Sio had made up the previous sat. the only lyrics are "she goes to church but she fucks. what what?!" masterpiece.
Evan then played pong with Monique, take a moment to picture the two if you know them....
fast times at dickinson high.
The last few weeks are hazy to say the least not because I've had an exceptionally good time, but mostly because I just don't think that much of it is worth remembering. We've continued our impressive losing streak at lax and I've been starting games....I really hope that those two don't go hand in hand.
sooo I have two weekends too relate here, good thing nothing exciting happens in my life so this should not be a difficult task. Where shall I begin, two weekends ago I guess or maybe this was three weekends ago? Shit, time... Anyways, I feel like I found myself at another frat party...and the frat that I usually do not attend..things change a little bit now and then I guess. There's three floors in this house, and theres a bathroom on the top two. So, I was with some bitties that knew about the bathroom on the third floor so I decided to skip the line and pretend like I'm a big fucking deal and can go where ever I want and we went the the lineless bathroom on the 3rd floor. I don't remember who I was with and I don't remember who was walking down the stair with me but I do remember slipping and my ass literally hitting every stair on the way down to the 2nd floor. All those people I passed up because I was too good to wait in line on the 2nd floor had the pleasure of witnessing this lapse of grace and came to help me. Apparently I sat there silently for a few seconds before getting up and walking away from the worried and entertained bystanders without saying anything. The next morning I had quite a impressive set of bruises on my backside. Cute. Sio was at the party as well and we got to hang out for once...that was interesting "Is this Ella?!" "Yeah Siobhan, it's me." "Good! I can't see you..."
Alright, one weekend down, one more to go. Hold you're horses.
This past weekend....we had a game against WAC in Maryland, it's a 3 hour drive which means we had to wake up at 6:45 which is just the greatest. We went to the Moore's house after, most precious family with like acres of land on some amazing river. Food was great, I love it when the bus driver joins the team tailgates. Watched a little bit of the masters and got to drive home with Taryns mom in the rental car. We took sideroads all the way through Maryland....with speed limits varying from 25-45 so it was likely not the quickest route. We were cruising until we got pulled over by a cop who wasn't even in a car. How does that happen? He was honestly standing in the road and waved us down while his partner stood on the side of the road with a raider gun in a stance like he was about to shoot a predator. I feel like I would have just kept driving but Taryns mother is a sweet heart and a law abiding citizen. We got off with a warning and I assume it's only because the cop didnt know how to figure out how to ticket a rental car. Got home late, jumped in the shower with my good friend Natty Light and the night began....and ended with nothing in between worth relating.
Wens night sio and the gang came over and Margot had some peeps over as well I'm not sure how this came to be but i one point I was standing outside with stevie sio and Monique Patricia (yes) and we were working on the rap that Sio had made up the previous sat. the only lyrics are "she goes to church but she fucks. what what?!" masterpiece.
Evan then played pong with Monique, take a moment to picture the two if you know them....
fast times at dickinson high.
Monday, March 28, 2011
The Happenings of Another Average Weekend
Disclaimer: I can't spell, I don't have spell check, you would think all computers made in the last few years would have spell check, What is this? 1990?
The title of this blog entry is likely the most interesting this post is going to get. The less and less funny my posts become seems directly tied to the waining amount of excitment in my life. Oh well, the show must go on....even if no1 is watching.
Just sitting here in the common room with Frederick listening to Pandora and wondering how long I can procrastinate studying for my weekly anthro quiz. If my previous performances on these quizes were a part of the equation then I should have started studying yesterday, but I lack motivation and interest in the subject...I also lack any work ethic. I wonder if it's creepy that I'm sitting here with the lights off...
Anyways, Taryns momma and sister came up this week. Her sister is basically her evil twin (kudos to Nick for that)...minus the evil, shes every feminine bit of taryn magnified and none of the athleticism. Essentially, if T was unathletic, girly, and perky, she'd be her sister.
Friday night we were on 48 hr rule....which is crippling to both my social life and alcoholism. Luckily however I had two gems to keep me company, May and Sean. May had her wisdom teeth pulled and was relying on percocet (I googled the spelling) and Ben and Jerry's to dull the pain. Sean, get this, was doing work in the lib till late and was to tired to go out and had to wake up early the next day to go to an all day feminism conference...yeah, that's correct. Anyways, we decided to leave 22 where the ladies were drinking and go to the KW castle. The plan was to watch Training Day (amazing film) but when Sean revealed that he had 50cents Get Rich or Die Trying there was no going back. It's actually shocking to me that I hadn't seen this movie before this weekend, I have to say, my life may have been drastically improved if I had seen this sooner on or just a lot cooler. I was a little uncomfortable when 50 was crying in the movie though..then again, I'm uncomfortable when anyone cries, due in part to my horrible consoling abilities and generally unfriendly nature.
Alright...next subject please. We lost again yesterday....but I played and scored...sooo W, i don't care.
Sat night....to lazy to join the team and hang out. got a few angry calls, but what can I say I'm lethargic. So I sat here and watch shitty movies and drank from my 30 until I felt good and ready to get up. We played chandellier and becca spit her beer all over may cuz margot pinched her stomach while she was drinking....of course the one girl whos not drinking get beer spit on her. karma. I went to KE...who the fuck am I and when do i go to ke? Anyways, I went and there was a fog machine in the dance room raising the temp to aprx 98 degrees. Needless to say I did not get my groove on for fear of severe dehydration and pit stains...
okay... thats all i got, Gburg on tues, drinking of wens. buhbye now.
The title of this blog entry is likely the most interesting this post is going to get. The less and less funny my posts become seems directly tied to the waining amount of excitment in my life. Oh well, the show must go on....even if no1 is watching.
Just sitting here in the common room with Frederick listening to Pandora and wondering how long I can procrastinate studying for my weekly anthro quiz. If my previous performances on these quizes were a part of the equation then I should have started studying yesterday, but I lack motivation and interest in the subject...I also lack any work ethic. I wonder if it's creepy that I'm sitting here with the lights off...
Anyways, Taryns momma and sister came up this week. Her sister is basically her evil twin (kudos to Nick for that)...minus the evil, shes every feminine bit of taryn magnified and none of the athleticism. Essentially, if T was unathletic, girly, and perky, she'd be her sister.
Friday night we were on 48 hr rule....which is crippling to both my social life and alcoholism. Luckily however I had two gems to keep me company, May and Sean. May had her wisdom teeth pulled and was relying on percocet (I googled the spelling) and Ben and Jerry's to dull the pain. Sean, get this, was doing work in the lib till late and was to tired to go out and had to wake up early the next day to go to an all day feminism conference...yeah, that's correct. Anyways, we decided to leave 22 where the ladies were drinking and go to the KW castle. The plan was to watch Training Day (amazing film) but when Sean revealed that he had 50cents Get Rich or Die Trying there was no going back. It's actually shocking to me that I hadn't seen this movie before this weekend, I have to say, my life may have been drastically improved if I had seen this sooner on or just a lot cooler. I was a little uncomfortable when 50 was crying in the movie though..then again, I'm uncomfortable when anyone cries, due in part to my horrible consoling abilities and generally unfriendly nature.
Alright...next subject please. We lost again yesterday....but I played and scored...sooo W, i don't care.
Sat night....to lazy to join the team and hang out. got a few angry calls, but what can I say I'm lethargic. So I sat here and watch shitty movies and drank from my 30 until I felt good and ready to get up. We played chandellier and becca spit her beer all over may cuz margot pinched her stomach while she was drinking....of course the one girl whos not drinking get beer spit on her. karma. I went to KE...who the fuck am I and when do i go to ke? Anyways, I went and there was a fog machine in the dance room raising the temp to aprx 98 degrees. Needless to say I did not get my groove on for fear of severe dehydration and pit stains...
okay... thats all i got, Gburg on tues, drinking of wens. buhbye now.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Some girl I met in Witwer...
Disclaimer: I do not spell check or re read posts or papers like brenna mck does...and Im not sorry
So, I had another blog post that I was working on, but let's be honest these are getting less and less funny and the harder I try the more I'm embarassed by the amount of effort put into blogs. Am I turning blogger? someone get me some emotional music and free-trade coffee please to sip while I write about my feelings. After that feel free to punch me in the ovaries and never speak to me again.
Anywayssss back to the point I was making about not having anything to say in the post I had originally planned. I have decided to dedicate this post to Briana McLevy....from strong island ny, and an offensive player of the gettysburg college soccer team. For her 21st birthday! Though she's not lucky enough to be in the wonderful lively utopia of Carlisle PA we can still take a moment here in this wonderful town to recognize this woman and give thanks to her wonderful mother Nicole for allowing her to enter into all of our otherwise grey and dull lives. Brenna is in Bologna for her 21st bday....im in pa...steele is embracing her African roots...and the rest of the original cast of 22 is parading around the globe. Anyways I thought I would share some memories that Brenna and I have shared...
We'll start with last semester...
I was at a cocktail and brought Steele and Seany with me and had a pretty good time while it lasted. Sean and I decided to head back to Mck Motel when we found out some bgt's were playing pong (Steele had dissapeared at this point, likely joining the ranks of a few Dickinson frat gems). It was at the point in the semester when my dear friend had finally been released from the horribly long and successful soccer season and could finally hang out, and by hang out I mean join me in my aggressive drinking habbits. It had been a while that I had seen here away from her computer and or work for more than an couple hours at a time and I certainly did not want to miss it. So, you can imagine my dissapointment when I returned to the room and not only was there no brenna, but there was no anybody. Going over story in my head I realized that Sean was not there at this point so I think I might be combining some nights... just go with it... Anyways, my first reaction was to just go out again, by myself...at 2 in the morning. Channeling my more sober and sane self (my brenna self) I decided that I would just call Brenna and see where she is before I leave into to the night....the conversation was something like this
E "Where are you?"
B"What do you mean? Where are you?"
E"I'm in the room I came back to play pong with you and no1 is here!"
....noise in the backround...unknown person "I'm not an athlete!"
B"Ella, I was at the quarry, I didn't know you were coming back! I'm running back now!"
few seconds later brenna bops through the door way with Allie and Jess at her heels (and by heels I mean a solid 10 secs later looking a little disheveled and providing me with an explanation of the not an athlete backround noise)
hahah! Thank god I have a avid pong player as a best friend...we proceded to play a few games of pong in which Brenna kicked my very large ass several times and I finally had conceded...I did not do a whole lot of winning in mck 22 last year... Now I wake up every morning and my day is full of wins...new life perspective.
"If you call my name, you know I'll come running" literally
hmmm...I guess I'll share one more story since there is only 15 min left in Brennas birthday here in Carlisle and I still have a paper to write (I have one sentence written and it is basically rewording the prompt. awesome.)
Hotel Witwer, sophmore year, second semester? it's getting hard to differentiate (no spell check). Anyways, late night..always quality, the suite is fulled of people I don't know and they are all playing pong. I think I had just returned from one of my temporary unexplainable solo runaway adventures...so needless to say I was a little banged up (I have bangs now...so I guess I'm "banged" up now too hahaha get at me). Anyways, girl just wanted to play some pong and Bcity was playing some kids I didn't know or maybe I did...that's unimportant. Anyways I feel like I waited at least a solid hour and when I go to check on the table the girl's setting up another game...against the same gd team...fuck that jam.. I was pissed like only beer pong can make me. So I get mad at like ...brenna...who gets mad at brenna? Anyways, I do, and we start to yell at each other (the whole time the sober part of me is saying in my head...you're yelling at brenna...wtf?) and I storm off...not before allegedly bumping her sholder though. fighten words. The fight doesn't end there, it migrates into the hallways of witwer and we're at either end screaming down the halls thing like "what are you gunna do? run away again" and "fuck you if I do you're not my mother"
People left the room pretty quickly during throwdown witwer. Not sure how this whole thing ended but within 15 mins brenna and I were playing one on one beer pong in the room and the ppl started trickling back into the room with confused and slightly frightened expressions. The results of this fight is the ever lingering question of who would actually win in a fight...me or brenna? the answer is me but that discussion is for another day
Anyways....not my most well written post, and I'm sure Brenna's going to remind me of funnier stories, but since I'm a surly and horrible at remembering good times, these are the best I can come up with now.
Happy Birthday ya freak. see you in 204.
So, I had another blog post that I was working on, but let's be honest these are getting less and less funny and the harder I try the more I'm embarassed by the amount of effort put into blogs. Am I turning blogger? someone get me some emotional music and free-trade coffee please to sip while I write about my feelings. After that feel free to punch me in the ovaries and never speak to me again.
Anywayssss back to the point I was making about not having anything to say in the post I had originally planned. I have decided to dedicate this post to Briana McLevy....from strong island ny, and an offensive player of the gettysburg college soccer team. For her 21st birthday! Though she's not lucky enough to be in the wonderful lively utopia of Carlisle PA we can still take a moment here in this wonderful town to recognize this woman and give thanks to her wonderful mother Nicole for allowing her to enter into all of our otherwise grey and dull lives. Brenna is in Bologna for her 21st bday....im in pa...steele is embracing her African roots...and the rest of the original cast of 22 is parading around the globe. Anyways I thought I would share some memories that Brenna and I have shared...
We'll start with last semester...
I was at a cocktail and brought Steele and Seany with me and had a pretty good time while it lasted. Sean and I decided to head back to Mck Motel when we found out some bgt's were playing pong (Steele had dissapeared at this point, likely joining the ranks of a few Dickinson frat gems). It was at the point in the semester when my dear friend had finally been released from the horribly long and successful soccer season and could finally hang out, and by hang out I mean join me in my aggressive drinking habbits. It had been a while that I had seen here away from her computer and or work for more than an couple hours at a time and I certainly did not want to miss it. So, you can imagine my dissapointment when I returned to the room and not only was there no brenna, but there was no anybody. Going over story in my head I realized that Sean was not there at this point so I think I might be combining some nights... just go with it... Anyways, my first reaction was to just go out again, by myself...at 2 in the morning. Channeling my more sober and sane self (my brenna self) I decided that I would just call Brenna and see where she is before I leave into to the night....the conversation was something like this
E "Where are you?"
B"What do you mean? Where are you?"
E"I'm in the room I came back to play pong with you and no1 is here!"
....noise in the backround...unknown person "I'm not an athlete!"
B"Ella, I was at the quarry, I didn't know you were coming back! I'm running back now!"
few seconds later brenna bops through the door way with Allie and Jess at her heels (and by heels I mean a solid 10 secs later looking a little disheveled and providing me with an explanation of the not an athlete backround noise)
hahah! Thank god I have a avid pong player as a best friend...we proceded to play a few games of pong in which Brenna kicked my very large ass several times and I finally had conceded...I did not do a whole lot of winning in mck 22 last year... Now I wake up every morning and my day is full of wins...new life perspective.
"If you call my name, you know I'll come running" literally
hmmm...I guess I'll share one more story since there is only 15 min left in Brennas birthday here in Carlisle and I still have a paper to write (I have one sentence written and it is basically rewording the prompt. awesome.)
Hotel Witwer, sophmore year, second semester? it's getting hard to differentiate (no spell check). Anyways, late night..always quality, the suite is fulled of people I don't know and they are all playing pong. I think I had just returned from one of my temporary unexplainable solo runaway adventures...so needless to say I was a little banged up (I have bangs now...so I guess I'm "banged" up now too hahaha get at me). Anyways, girl just wanted to play some pong and Bcity was playing some kids I didn't know or maybe I did...that's unimportant. Anyways I feel like I waited at least a solid hour and when I go to check on the table the girl's setting up another game...against the same gd team...fuck that jam.. I was pissed like only beer pong can make me. So I get mad at like ...brenna...who gets mad at brenna? Anyways, I do, and we start to yell at each other (the whole time the sober part of me is saying in my head...you're yelling at brenna...wtf?) and I storm off...not before allegedly bumping her sholder though. fighten words. The fight doesn't end there, it migrates into the hallways of witwer and we're at either end screaming down the halls thing like "what are you gunna do? run away again" and "fuck you if I do you're not my mother"
People left the room pretty quickly during throwdown witwer. Not sure how this whole thing ended but within 15 mins brenna and I were playing one on one beer pong in the room and the ppl started trickling back into the room with confused and slightly frightened expressions. The results of this fight is the ever lingering question of who would actually win in a fight...me or brenna? the answer is me but that discussion is for another day
Anyways....not my most well written post, and I'm sure Brenna's going to remind me of funnier stories, but since I'm a surly and horrible at remembering good times, these are the best I can come up with now.
Happy Birthday ya freak. see you in 204.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
"How my hair look, Mike?"
Disclaimer: I'm on Sean's computer, and his comp has spell check, so if you've felt illiterate trying to read my blogs in the past get ready to get back on track.
So, spring break is winding on down. We played bryn mawr yesterday, my aunt asked if they even had a goalie present during the game. Needless to say I got some serious play time. End of lax talk ...
Sooooo I'm just going to go straight to the point, because this point, is worth going straight too. Yesterday, I get to hang the fuck out after my game...yeah yeah yeah fun hanging out. We went to some place that has a bunch of sweet frat bros...typical. We leave 10 min later...even more typical. I get in a car with a certain unnamed individual who is about 100 lbs and smokes about the equivalent in cigarettes in a 24 hour period. So, we pull out of the alley, in the biggest fucking SUV I've ever seen. We pull across 2 lanes of traffic. I understand kinda cuz those SUVs need some serious corner room. The unfortunate part was while we are pulling a lefty outta two lanes of traffic we hit the curb (take it like a champ) and full on run over a sign. Like, it was not a clip, we fucking plowed through that sign pretty much nailed it perfectly in the middle of the two headlights. Colbs was smart enough the be seriously concerned...I was not. I just say and hung out waiting for the next turn while Colbs was grabbing me and trying to get the fuck outta that car stat. We got out and had a good story to share when we got back.
Had free Messinos in the morning. Wish I wasn't so hung over so that i could enjoy a good caesar wrap...why the fuck did I not order a bambino. f me.
So, spring break is winding on down. We played bryn mawr yesterday, my aunt asked if they even had a goalie present during the game. Needless to say I got some serious play time. End of lax talk ...
Sooooo I'm just going to go straight to the point, because this point, is worth going straight too. Yesterday, I get to hang the fuck out after my game...yeah yeah yeah fun hanging out. We went to some place that has a bunch of sweet frat bros...typical. We leave 10 min later...even more typical. I get in a car with a certain unnamed individual who is about 100 lbs and smokes about the equivalent in cigarettes in a 24 hour period. So, we pull out of the alley, in the biggest fucking SUV I've ever seen. We pull across 2 lanes of traffic. I understand kinda cuz those SUVs need some serious corner room. The unfortunate part was while we are pulling a lefty outta two lanes of traffic we hit the curb (take it like a champ) and full on run over a sign. Like, it was not a clip, we fucking plowed through that sign pretty much nailed it perfectly in the middle of the two headlights. Colbs was smart enough the be seriously concerned...I was not. I just say and hung out waiting for the next turn while Colbs was grabbing me and trying to get the fuck outta that car stat. We got out and had a good story to share when we got back.
Had free Messinos in the morning. Wish I wasn't so hung over so that i could enjoy a good caesar wrap...why the fuck did I not order a bambino. f me.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
SB2K11 Carlisle PA babay
Disclaimer: Even if I wanted to edit this I couldn't because my computer doesnt have spell check, the writing center isn't open during spring break (surprising i know), and I don't have the mental capacity for grammar corrections.
Freshman year of college I went to Florida, Boca Raton, with the team for Spring Break. Sophmore year I went to Disney World with the team for Spring Break. This year I am spending my Spring Break with the team again, what sunny vacation will we be partaking in? Carlisle PA baby. Sun and sand not included. Luckily the coaches have lined up a very busy schedule for us including games, practices, and an all inclusive trip to Harrisburg Coliseum for games, go carts, and a paid for dinner at a Japenese steak house. Maybe I'll be able to show off my new tan that I got this weekend in the 30 something degree cloudy weather.
We played the team that tore my ACL on Friday. We kicked their asses, so yeah, fuck you Cabrini just like you fucked my acl and led to the very unfortunate weight gain...yeah...im blaming that on them.
This blog is actually painful to write. My sharp wit is dulling the more time I spend on this empty campus and it's only Sunday. The only redeeming quality of this break (aside from the good lax and lax games etc) is finding out that Charlotte would be joining me in my time here at Dickinson.
So what have we done with our time? (the time outside of the vast amount of lacrosse hours and early morning wake ups) Char and I went to target...than sat around...stopped at the boys lax game....
thennnn the next day we went to go see Red Riding Hood. Do not be decieved by the steamy trailers and sneak peaks...aside from the ridiculously good looking cast the movie was poorly acted and had even worse writing. The scenery also was fantastic...twilight in the winter time kinda. I wanna punch myself in the face for saying that but I have neither the strength or masochistic tendencies to do so.
I did my laundry on Friday and haven't put it away yet. I figured when I did my laundry that my room would magically look clean...that proved a vain hope and after that was discovered I lost my vigor and let it go down hill again...at least all the clothes laying around are clean now.
What else is there to say? Taryn has a knack for bringing home the desserts after tailgates....fucking damn it does this really need to happen? Trying not to eat a platter of cupcakes is difficult for someone with selfcontrol...it's impossible for someone who has none.
Oh also, Char and I intend on doing an exersize video in the pink room of the DNu house! It's no Zumba but I'm sure I'll be able to get my rhythm and groove on just the same just cant forget my knee brace ya heard?
Where else shall I go with my pointless stories? Nowhere...thats all I got...COME BACK TO CAMPUS SO WE CAN HANG OUT PLEASE!
I promise the next post will be better I promise. No I don't.
Freshman year of college I went to Florida, Boca Raton, with the team for Spring Break. Sophmore year I went to Disney World with the team for Spring Break. This year I am spending my Spring Break with the team again, what sunny vacation will we be partaking in? Carlisle PA baby. Sun and sand not included. Luckily the coaches have lined up a very busy schedule for us including games, practices, and an all inclusive trip to Harrisburg Coliseum for games, go carts, and a paid for dinner at a Japenese steak house. Maybe I'll be able to show off my new tan that I got this weekend in the 30 something degree cloudy weather.
We played the team that tore my ACL on Friday. We kicked their asses, so yeah, fuck you Cabrini just like you fucked my acl and led to the very unfortunate weight gain...yeah...im blaming that on them.
This blog is actually painful to write. My sharp wit is dulling the more time I spend on this empty campus and it's only Sunday. The only redeeming quality of this break (aside from the good lax and lax games etc) is finding out that Charlotte would be joining me in my time here at Dickinson.
So what have we done with our time? (the time outside of the vast amount of lacrosse hours and early morning wake ups) Char and I went to target...than sat around...stopped at the boys lax game....
thennnn the next day we went to go see Red Riding Hood. Do not be decieved by the steamy trailers and sneak peaks...aside from the ridiculously good looking cast the movie was poorly acted and had even worse writing. The scenery also was fantastic...twilight in the winter time kinda. I wanna punch myself in the face for saying that but I have neither the strength or masochistic tendencies to do so.
I did my laundry on Friday and haven't put it away yet. I figured when I did my laundry that my room would magically look clean...that proved a vain hope and after that was discovered I lost my vigor and let it go down hill again...at least all the clothes laying around are clean now.
What else is there to say? Taryn has a knack for bringing home the desserts after tailgates....fucking damn it does this really need to happen? Trying not to eat a platter of cupcakes is difficult for someone with selfcontrol...it's impossible for someone who has none.
Oh also, Char and I intend on doing an exersize video in the pink room of the DNu house! It's no Zumba but I'm sure I'll be able to get my rhythm and groove on just the same just cant forget my knee brace ya heard?
Where else shall I go with my pointless stories? Nowhere...thats all I got...COME BACK TO CAMPUS SO WE CAN HANG OUT PLEASE!
I promise the next post will be better I promise. No I don't.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
"Why does everyone have dirt on thier forehead?"
Disclaimer: This is not a essay I'm not turning it into my prof. and I'm not taking it to the writing center. That being said...I don't have spell check and I don't care enough to edit.
International Womens day and Mardi Gras great combo and greater excuses to drink.
I had three classes today, none of which I attended seeing as how I did not get back into my room till around 7 in the morning. Don't worry though, because nothing exciting happened last night, just because I was up till the wee hours of the morning does not deter from the fact that this is Dickinson and I am anti-social and unexciting.
Also, if I hear the joke "I'm giving up school/work for lent" one more time I will ralph.
Talked to Steele today with the remaining 3 minutes of her alloted internet time out in Africa. This basically meant I got an I miss you, a quick joke, and sudden signing off. Jess talked to her for longer, but the most information she could give me out of the conversation was that Eliza told her it was really hot in Africa...also some things in Africa may have been getting a little steamy. Joke. Don't ask cuz I won't tell.
Anyways, last night...hmm what to say. I got nothing. Natty Light, 21 cup, Sean bailed...where did he go? I should text him eventually but I don't really care that much. All I have to say is...mow my front lawn.
Crystal Mc is the new form of entertainment in my life. Just thought I would share that since my new hobby in narrating her life in the most horrible renditions of a old english nanny voice.
Have you ever heard of the white girls problem thing on twitter? I don't have a twitter, and I hate twitter its like the worst part of fb (statuses) having an entire site dedicated to them. Why would you follow someone's twitter? mojoritily its a stupid quote or a mind numbing update on completely normal activities of the persons day. The more I write about this the more I'm seeing the simularities between this blog and twitter....fuck me..
anyways back to my point white girl problems...hilarious. example "I'm at greenroom and they ran out of veggie burgers" white girl problem
sooo
I made a few of my own
"grinding with a guys knee caps at a party" short girl problem
"getting sunburn in 35 degree weather" irish girl problem
there are more...maybe ill post one with every new blog post...but unlikely
oh also, ben busted out the quote book last night and hijacked Mays twitter account and posted some golden nuggets on that bad boy. I think that quote book should be published and the original should be in the archives at Dickinson like sean suggested.
I've been talking about twitter alot thats how exciting my life is at this point in time.
International Womens day and Mardi Gras great combo and greater excuses to drink.
I had three classes today, none of which I attended seeing as how I did not get back into my room till around 7 in the morning. Don't worry though, because nothing exciting happened last night, just because I was up till the wee hours of the morning does not deter from the fact that this is Dickinson and I am anti-social and unexciting.
Also, if I hear the joke "I'm giving up school/work for lent" one more time I will ralph.
Talked to Steele today with the remaining 3 minutes of her alloted internet time out in Africa. This basically meant I got an I miss you, a quick joke, and sudden signing off. Jess talked to her for longer, but the most information she could give me out of the conversation was that Eliza told her it was really hot in Africa...also some things in Africa may have been getting a little steamy. Joke. Don't ask cuz I won't tell.
Anyways, last night...hmm what to say. I got nothing. Natty Light, 21 cup, Sean bailed...where did he go? I should text him eventually but I don't really care that much. All I have to say is...mow my front lawn.
Crystal Mc is the new form of entertainment in my life. Just thought I would share that since my new hobby in narrating her life in the most horrible renditions of a old english nanny voice.
Have you ever heard of the white girls problem thing on twitter? I don't have a twitter, and I hate twitter its like the worst part of fb (statuses) having an entire site dedicated to them. Why would you follow someone's twitter? mojoritily its a stupid quote or a mind numbing update on completely normal activities of the persons day. The more I write about this the more I'm seeing the simularities between this blog and twitter....fuck me..
anyways back to my point white girl problems...hilarious. example "I'm at greenroom and they ran out of veggie burgers" white girl problem
sooo
I made a few of my own
"grinding with a guys knee caps at a party" short girl problem
"getting sunburn in 35 degree weather" irish girl problem
there are more...maybe ill post one with every new blog post...but unlikely
oh also, ben busted out the quote book last night and hijacked Mays twitter account and posted some golden nuggets on that bad boy. I think that quote book should be published and the original should be in the archives at Dickinson like sean suggested.
I've been talking about twitter alot thats how exciting my life is at this point in time.
Friday, March 4, 2011
"Shit got Crazy at the Dick"... "Shit is Still Crazy at the Dick"
Disclaimer...I can't spell....I don't edit
Sooo for those of you who actually read this blog (all 4 of you including myself and my siblings) you probs know about the movement on campus for the changes in the school's sexual assult policies. I would LOVE to explain it to you all but, mixing it in with my other seriously class lacking stories I feel like it would taint the cause a little bit. If you do not know about what's going on here check us the fuck out because we're not joking around and we would LOVE for you to hear us.
That being said, I had one of the best signs the first day of the sit-in. Check my profile picture....I felt good and EVERYONE knew I looked good (per usual, I'm a looker). Another sign was a Tupac quote...aww yeah. The people participating in this are awesome. May and I were sitting on the floor of the meeting on tues watching the crowd file in and May summarized my thoughts pretty accurately when she said "Everybody in this room right now, I wanna be friends with." great group o' peeps.
Now back to my usual stories.
I should not be allowed near technology whilst I have been drinking...at least the modern technology that allows one to communicate with another person. I drunk text like its my job....and a job that requires avid and vehement work (i feel like that should be specified because if i do ever get a job I'm fairly certain I will only apply minimun amount of effort required). I love to text and see what people are doing, which is so contrary to my usual (sober) unfriendly and socially apathetic self. The worst is that if I don't receive a response that poor soul will most likely receive another text from me. If someone did that to me I would not be pleased or friendly because I hate to be annoyed and am pretty easily annoyed but I have a wonderful nack for being annoying after a bottle double of Chardonnay.
Chardonnay you ask? oh yes, we bought the cheap big bottles to accompany the cheese that my Daddy dearest sent me from Wisconsin. I love cheese, I also love drinking so a Wine and Cheese party was inevitable. Inevitable yes, but advisable? a good idea? not so much. I ended up taking the unopened bottle with me to Sean's room to accompany his and Sars shots to dome fest in KW tower B's utility closet i.e. Sean's room. Some local news, a good convo about the sit-in, a solid dub-step track, another half a bottle of Chardonnay later and Sean, Sar, and I were ready to hit up the dnu cocktail. My attire was appropriate, my blood alcohol content was a different story. I don't remember the cocktail. Luckily my dear friends Vana and Kimathy could fill me in. Dance moves were fresh and clean but from the wrong decade (i was channeling the 90s with renditions of the running man and other classics). I think I fell asleep on teddys shoulder, lucky him. Eventually we left...not sure why i felt the need to clarify that since it seems inevitable that people will eventually leave a party (the fact that that inevitability may not be automatically applied to me is worrisome)....and Vana had the urge to help me walk since I guess I was not my usual graceful self. Arm in arm Vana, Kimathy, and I began to walk back to Mck 22. It was either my independent free-spirit or my A.D.D. that lead to what was described to me as a sprint with my arms flapping and my flannel shirt being used as wings....sometime you just have to take flight. We went to 24, allegedly and when I returned home Kimathy was proud that I could say"I'm glad I realized I was to drunk to be in there." translated I think that meant "I might have hurled if I stayed there to long, I need to pass out on the couch asap."
I woke up the next day with a text from Vana showing a picture of me passed out on the couch. I was still in my jeans, scarf, and flannel, the lights in my room were on and the door was open and I had class in 15 min.
I feel like we've all heard this story before but thats my wens night for ya.
My prof today, who I should mentions is brilliant, serious, and composed, told us that in addition to never seeing a single episode of Law and Order he had a strange affinity for shows like Rock of Love and Flavor of Love (Flava Flaveee). When asked if he ever watched the Jersey Shore he responded with a straight face "No, I lived it."This is the same prof who gave me a two month extension. I think I like this class.
Onwards and upwards my friends.
Sooo for those of you who actually read this blog (all 4 of you including myself and my siblings) you probs know about the movement on campus for the changes in the school's sexual assult policies. I would LOVE to explain it to you all but, mixing it in with my other seriously class lacking stories I feel like it would taint the cause a little bit. If you do not know about what's going on here check us the fuck out because we're not joking around and we would LOVE for you to hear us.
That being said, I had one of the best signs the first day of the sit-in. Check my profile picture....I felt good and EVERYONE knew I looked good (per usual, I'm a looker). Another sign was a Tupac quote...aww yeah. The people participating in this are awesome. May and I were sitting on the floor of the meeting on tues watching the crowd file in and May summarized my thoughts pretty accurately when she said "Everybody in this room right now, I wanna be friends with." great group o' peeps.
Now back to my usual stories.
I should not be allowed near technology whilst I have been drinking...at least the modern technology that allows one to communicate with another person. I drunk text like its my job....and a job that requires avid and vehement work (i feel like that should be specified because if i do ever get a job I'm fairly certain I will only apply minimun amount of effort required). I love to text and see what people are doing, which is so contrary to my usual (sober) unfriendly and socially apathetic self. The worst is that if I don't receive a response that poor soul will most likely receive another text from me. If someone did that to me I would not be pleased or friendly because I hate to be annoyed and am pretty easily annoyed but I have a wonderful nack for being annoying after a bottle double of Chardonnay.
Chardonnay you ask? oh yes, we bought the cheap big bottles to accompany the cheese that my Daddy dearest sent me from Wisconsin. I love cheese, I also love drinking so a Wine and Cheese party was inevitable. Inevitable yes, but advisable? a good idea? not so much. I ended up taking the unopened bottle with me to Sean's room to accompany his and Sars shots to dome fest in KW tower B's utility closet i.e. Sean's room. Some local news, a good convo about the sit-in, a solid dub-step track, another half a bottle of Chardonnay later and Sean, Sar, and I were ready to hit up the dnu cocktail. My attire was appropriate, my blood alcohol content was a different story. I don't remember the cocktail. Luckily my dear friends Vana and Kimathy could fill me in. Dance moves were fresh and clean but from the wrong decade (i was channeling the 90s with renditions of the running man and other classics). I think I fell asleep on teddys shoulder, lucky him. Eventually we left...not sure why i felt the need to clarify that since it seems inevitable that people will eventually leave a party (the fact that that inevitability may not be automatically applied to me is worrisome)....and Vana had the urge to help me walk since I guess I was not my usual graceful self. Arm in arm Vana, Kimathy, and I began to walk back to Mck 22. It was either my independent free-spirit or my A.D.D. that lead to what was described to me as a sprint with my arms flapping and my flannel shirt being used as wings....sometime you just have to take flight. We went to 24, allegedly and when I returned home Kimathy was proud that I could say"I'm glad I realized I was to drunk to be in there." translated I think that meant "I might have hurled if I stayed there to long, I need to pass out on the couch asap."
I woke up the next day with a text from Vana showing a picture of me passed out on the couch. I was still in my jeans, scarf, and flannel, the lights in my room were on and the door was open and I had class in 15 min.
I feel like we've all heard this story before but thats my wens night for ya.
My prof today, who I should mentions is brilliant, serious, and composed, told us that in addition to never seeing a single episode of Law and Order he had a strange affinity for shows like Rock of Love and Flavor of Love (Flava Flaveee). When asked if he ever watched the Jersey Shore he responded with a straight face "No, I lived it."This is the same prof who gave me a two month extension. I think I like this class.
Onwards and upwards my friends.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Carlisle Women's Choir Ain't Afraid
Disclaimer: No matter black, white, or grey....I still can't spell nor do I have spell check.
Another weekend under the belt at the fabulous Dson College. We had a game yesterday...thats all I have to say about that...
woke up this morning without a phone, wallet, or coat. I'm currently on my second 32 oz of diet pepsi today, this will also not be my last one. Surprised? No, you're proly not.
Not having my phone made it difficult to find out where my coat and wallet were. Not knowing where my phone was made it difficult to start solving my problems. Basically I had three questions when I woke up this morning
Where is my phone and wallet?
Who's sweatpants am I wearing?
Why is my arm through the neck hole of my shirt?
typical sunday.
I decided to go to the caf before I made any life decisions. Siobhan was there and wanted to aid me in my attempts to find my phone. (or lack of attempts) She offered to text the phone and see if someone responded. "BITCH WHO GOT DIS PHONE CLOUGH'S ON DA PROWL" i wasn't exactly expecting a response after this eloquent text was sent...but she got one. Ben's brother found it in 24. go figure, i left something in 24. At least I made it out with my shoes last night. my purse may still be there and by may still be there i mean its on the floor of 24 with at least 1 warm natty light in it.
So I guess I should say what adventures I got into last night. I wish it was as interesting as my morning was but this is Dickinson and nothing here gets interesting unless its preapproved. Lax had a party with soccer. I decided to wear my vans, tube socks, spandex shorts (despite the size of my ass...), and a Dickinson college basketball jersey.tough look. People kept asking what the theme of the party I was going to was and I had no response other than "I don't understand the question." Times like those I wish Eliza was around to join me in my own theme party and not make me feel like the only crazy person in the room. Last semester I decided to put on a crossing guard vest and stripped spandex shorts after I got out of the shower. I felt good about it though and shit I knew I looked good but I was a little weary about actually wearing it out until Steele walked in with a Tupac shirt on and black spandex shorts.aw yeah. great night. We found out that we almost always have more fun when i choose not to dress up though that theory didn't really aid me last night...thats basically all I have to say about the evening.
Today however i decided to go to the Voices of Pride concert at ATS which consisted of a few dickinson acapella groups and some local choirs. IT WAS AWESOME.
During the carlisle womens choir performance Sio pointed out a woman just groovin and singing along with the group up on the seating area. "I ain't Afraid of your Yaweh" was my favorite song of thiers.
The gay men's group however took the cake with a performance of a song entitled "We Are Men Who Love Men" I could not stop smiling during the entire performance, it was amazing, them and their rainbow ties, pot bellies, and handle bar mustaches are all my heroes. Standing Ovations.
My favorite singer during the performances was a man in about his early 60s who was apx 6'3 had a great stache and under his bright orange shawl (the standard attire for the group) he wore black leather pants black leather boots and a black leather vest that had what I can assume was a biker crest on the back. That man was cool and he knew it.
i wish i had more to say....
but i don't
Another weekend under the belt at the fabulous Dson College. We had a game yesterday...thats all I have to say about that...
woke up this morning without a phone, wallet, or coat. I'm currently on my second 32 oz of diet pepsi today, this will also not be my last one. Surprised? No, you're proly not.
Not having my phone made it difficult to find out where my coat and wallet were. Not knowing where my phone was made it difficult to start solving my problems. Basically I had three questions when I woke up this morning
Where is my phone and wallet?
Who's sweatpants am I wearing?
Why is my arm through the neck hole of my shirt?
typical sunday.
I decided to go to the caf before I made any life decisions. Siobhan was there and wanted to aid me in my attempts to find my phone. (or lack of attempts) She offered to text the phone and see if someone responded. "BITCH WHO GOT DIS PHONE CLOUGH'S ON DA PROWL" i wasn't exactly expecting a response after this eloquent text was sent...but she got one. Ben's brother found it in 24. go figure, i left something in 24. At least I made it out with my shoes last night. my purse may still be there and by may still be there i mean its on the floor of 24 with at least 1 warm natty light in it.
So I guess I should say what adventures I got into last night. I wish it was as interesting as my morning was but this is Dickinson and nothing here gets interesting unless its preapproved. Lax had a party with soccer. I decided to wear my vans, tube socks, spandex shorts (despite the size of my ass...), and a Dickinson college basketball jersey.tough look. People kept asking what the theme of the party I was going to was and I had no response other than "I don't understand the question." Times like those I wish Eliza was around to join me in my own theme party and not make me feel like the only crazy person in the room. Last semester I decided to put on a crossing guard vest and stripped spandex shorts after I got out of the shower. I felt good about it though and shit I knew I looked good but I was a little weary about actually wearing it out until Steele walked in with a Tupac shirt on and black spandex shorts.aw yeah. great night. We found out that we almost always have more fun when i choose not to dress up though that theory didn't really aid me last night...thats basically all I have to say about the evening.
Today however i decided to go to the Voices of Pride concert at ATS which consisted of a few dickinson acapella groups and some local choirs. IT WAS AWESOME.
During the carlisle womens choir performance Sio pointed out a woman just groovin and singing along with the group up on the seating area. "I ain't Afraid of your Yaweh" was my favorite song of thiers.
The gay men's group however took the cake with a performance of a song entitled "We Are Men Who Love Men" I could not stop smiling during the entire performance, it was amazing, them and their rainbow ties, pot bellies, and handle bar mustaches are all my heroes. Standing Ovations.
My favorite singer during the performances was a man in about his early 60s who was apx 6'3 had a great stache and under his bright orange shawl (the standard attire for the group) he wore black leather pants black leather boots and a black leather vest that had what I can assume was a biker crest on the back. That man was cool and he knew it.
i wish i had more to say....
but i don't
Thursday, February 24, 2011
last time i had a dry week i was in utero
Disclaimer: I can't spell. I don't edit. This is not the writing center.
we were supposed to have a game tues. it got canceled...now its on thurs. we also have a game on sat. factoring the in the 48 hour rule guess how fun my week is?
i found a new place to do work...and by do work i mean sit around for hours at a time and try to avoid going to bed by 10:30....8:30. It's rector by the way. I think i'll try Dana next, being around science makes me feel intelligent.
Game today. Win...by a lot. Ben complemented me at the end of the game and I had to acknowledge that I was truely the knife in the heart of the win. I mean, coach put me in to win the game for us...14-3 was just too close a margin to risk NOT putting me in. On the ups in life.
May and I watched Katt Williams via youtude last night...she was pregaming...i was not. Oh, I should mention that I had a presentation/paper due on tues and I forgot about it until I was putting my shoes on to go to class. I don't usually get flustered...but I was pretty fucking flustered. I was standing outside the class waiting to talk to the Prof before we went in and Taryn walked by, looked at me and said "What's wrong!" Later she told me I looked red in the face or rather that I looked like a "frantic tomato" not much different than the usual look I sport around campus I'm sure. Nicest Prof ever, he gave me till aprl 26 to get this done. I'll be starting it on Aprl 25. He might be passing Wollfe in the professor I wanna marry catagory (and by marry i think we can all assume what i really mean)
Im actually sitting here in a winter hat and sucking a passafire listening to Taryn talk about how cute she was as a child and how people used to tell her how cute she was. She's now contemplating having children. gross. We've come to the conclusion that we will both be adopting.
Massys is open soon, saw the ladies working in there today...not good for Ruth...or my ass which does not have a nickname.
Regards from the bustleing metropolis of Carlisle PA
we were supposed to have a game tues. it got canceled...now its on thurs. we also have a game on sat. factoring the in the 48 hour rule guess how fun my week is?
i found a new place to do work...and by do work i mean sit around for hours at a time and try to avoid going to bed by 10:30....8:30. It's rector by the way. I think i'll try Dana next, being around science makes me feel intelligent.
Game today. Win...by a lot. Ben complemented me at the end of the game and I had to acknowledge that I was truely the knife in the heart of the win. I mean, coach put me in to win the game for us...14-3 was just too close a margin to risk NOT putting me in. On the ups in life.
May and I watched Katt Williams via youtude last night...she was pregaming...i was not. Oh, I should mention that I had a presentation/paper due on tues and I forgot about it until I was putting my shoes on to go to class. I don't usually get flustered...but I was pretty fucking flustered. I was standing outside the class waiting to talk to the Prof before we went in and Taryn walked by, looked at me and said "What's wrong!" Later she told me I looked red in the face or rather that I looked like a "frantic tomato" not much different than the usual look I sport around campus I'm sure. Nicest Prof ever, he gave me till aprl 26 to get this done. I'll be starting it on Aprl 25. He might be passing Wollfe in the professor I wanna marry catagory (and by marry i think we can all assume what i really mean)
Im actually sitting here in a winter hat and sucking a passafire listening to Taryn talk about how cute she was as a child and how people used to tell her how cute she was. She's now contemplating having children. gross. We've come to the conclusion that we will both be adopting.
Massys is open soon, saw the ladies working in there today...not good for Ruth...or my ass which does not have a nickname.
Regards from the bustleing metropolis of Carlisle PA
Monday, February 21, 2011
I should be on my way to practice...instead i'm starting this post.
Disclaimer: I can't spell or speak like a normal person. I don't have spell check...or Microsoft Word my laptop is used only for social purposes. I will not be editing these blogs.
This may be getting excessive, I'm fairly certain I failed my Anthro quiz that I was supposed to be studying for last night (I chose, of course, to blog....I would have never considered myself a blogger, but if I can record the happenings of my life along with make fun of myself and close friends then why the tots not) and by failed I'm not one of those people who say they failed then get 85s those people can munch my box (i really shouldn't talk like this online...it grosses even me out to read this kinda of stuff and if I'm grossed out then a line has been crossed.). Luckily, we're allowed to drop our 4 lowest grades...that means I have 2 more fails and no more wiggle room.
That's boring. Soooo what's next on the agenda for story telling?
I suppose I should tell everyone what we did for valentines day but, I'm not going too. I can tell you that it involves Vicky Hush Hush and late night dance parties/ light shows on Dickinson Way. Great night. Best Vday.
I really wish I had other funny stories to share but I have to say that even with a month into school my only progress in the legends department is the fact that I am still no good at hunting bucks and may hang up my remote for good so as to avoid further ridicule.
Also, big trade in the NBA today, Sean told me... he couldn't stop texting his boyfriends but thats okay because according to Sean, after such a big trade "its totally acceptable to be T-bombing dudes." Needless to say, there was some serious male on male t-bombing tonight. I did not receive any texts this evening...except when taryn thought she lost her computer. Having no friends should make it easier for me to study, it doens't.
This may be getting excessive, I'm fairly certain I failed my Anthro quiz that I was supposed to be studying for last night (I chose, of course, to blog....I would have never considered myself a blogger, but if I can record the happenings of my life along with make fun of myself and close friends then why the tots not) and by failed I'm not one of those people who say they failed then get 85s those people can munch my box (i really shouldn't talk like this online...it grosses even me out to read this kinda of stuff and if I'm grossed out then a line has been crossed.). Luckily, we're allowed to drop our 4 lowest grades...that means I have 2 more fails and no more wiggle room.
That's boring. Soooo what's next on the agenda for story telling?
I suppose I should tell everyone what we did for valentines day but, I'm not going too. I can tell you that it involves Vicky Hush Hush and late night dance parties/ light shows on Dickinson Way. Great night. Best Vday.
I really wish I had other funny stories to share but I have to say that even with a month into school my only progress in the legends department is the fact that I am still no good at hunting bucks and may hang up my remote for good so as to avoid further ridicule.
Also, big trade in the NBA today, Sean told me... he couldn't stop texting his boyfriends but thats okay because according to Sean, after such a big trade "its totally acceptable to be T-bombing dudes." Needless to say, there was some serious male on male t-bombing tonight. I did not receive any texts this evening...except when taryn thought she lost her computer. Having no friends should make it easier for me to study, it doens't.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Should I be studying for my Anthro quiz?
Disclaimer: I can't spell, I have horrible grammer, and I don't have Microsoft word or any of that fancy spell check shit. I will not be editing this blog. L my C.
I don't know if I'm allowed to swear on blogs. Am I? I don't care, I'll just make another one if they delete this one. I'll use Taryns e-mail adress for that one. Hope she won't mind.
I have an anthropology test tomorrow...fuck that. Just thought I would continue to discuss the happenings of Dickinson College and how they are experienced by the fine young women of Mck22 and Sean of course. One evening in particular has a special place in my heart. Started out as a normal night....pong in Mck 22, some Dickinson College party that consisted of really crowded rooms and me getting elbowed in the head due to my unfortunate height and uncanning ability to go unnoticed in crowds. Bars then....another crowd. Staked out a place in the corner for May and I and then got some girl sitting at the bar with a great totsT on to get the bartenders attention. She ordered me the pitcher....thought she was gunna pay....she didn't. Oh well. May and I finish the pitcher but not without the usual friendly gentlemen of Dickinson coming up to say Hi...which was really just them trying to drink our beer. Garrett just took the whole pitcher and was sipping out of it. I think he was genuinely confused and offended that I told him to stop drinking out of the pitcher, either way, he did not heed my request. This might have been the night I made friends with Nation...kudos to Steele and Pam for introducing this kid into my life. We spent a lot of the conversation (and by a lot of the night i mean the bits i remember, i basically kept running into the kid out and about and we just built on the conversation....great conversation.) remembering the first time we met when we were dancing with Steele and he kept saying how much he just wanted to pick me up and put me through the ceiling because I was so short (his observational skills... remarkable). Then we spent a good amount of time describing what was gunna happen when he lifted me up too high one day and my head actually went through the ceiling... We discussed what he would do to make it up to me if this ever happened...we settled on him buying me bfast at carlisle diner....then we improved it to just dining and dashing at carlisle diner after ordering the Carlisle Feast. Great guy, only thing I have to say "forget about it." After the usual attempts at getting free drinks I stop and start talking to this kid I met a while ago. He's one of those people whos just really nice and you feel bad being a sarcastic humorless asshole around them but really... you don't feel that bad. In the middle of our conversation he spotted a credit card of the floor the name on which was "John Something" (that's the real name on the credit card obviously) The nice kid then decides to ask around "hey are you John?" "John? Is there a John here" my thinking was on a different level so I told him "I'll take it. I know him."
Go figure we stayed at the bar till closing. I started walking home with A Hill and saw Becca (a new addition to 22) and we all started walking together. It wasn't long b4 Becca got the call from another member of Mck 22 I won't say who...but we'll call her Shora. Shora was in hysterics. She kept telling Becca that she had been arrested for a DUI and that we needed to come pick her up as soon as possible. I don't own a car....Becca was in no state to drive...Hill is a useless human being....So, obviously, we called Sean. Sean's a great late night stick shift driver.
Turns out Shora was not arrested for a DUI but rather, the townie she went home with was. We picked her up at sheetz and the worst part is she didn't get Sean sunflower seeds and she didn't get me m three cheese mac and cheese...most useless drive to sheetz ever. On the way home Norah (whoops) kept trying to explain that she thought this guy was a good guy....Hill asked the best question of the evening "Norah, when have you ever met a good guy from south central PA" ....present company included.
We finally get back to the room...I sprint cuz I have to pee (is that gross to mention in a blog? life.) the door is locked...norah doesn't have her key (or coat, or wallet, go figure) Becca doesn't have her key and Taryn is unreachable and so are the rest of the roommates. Don't worry, 24 let me pee there...didnt stay though...no 1 was playing video games...not my scene if I can't hunt some bucks (or miss some...jerks).
Soooo we were locked out of the room...its after 2 in the morning and its cold and we're hungry....queue John Something....trip to Messinos 2 cheese bambinos and an order of cheese fries please. Thanks John. So next time you're in the Mck 22 and you see John Somethings credit card posted on the Wall of Fame...you know why.
DPS ends up letting us in.
We get in and go to steal something from T's room only to find Christie asleep in her bed. She was there the whole time...didn't wake up when we were calling her or banging on her window. Champion sleeper. I had to check her pulse.
There were a few more occurances in the evening but I think Shora might get a little upset if I disclose to much information....ask Kimathy about what she saw in the bathroom when she went to brush her teeth and you'll know why I chose to go to bed that night without washing my face or brushing my teeth.
Also, this Antro test I'm supposed to be studying for...I don't own the book.
For the record most stories I post will just be a mix of different nights even though they're told as one night...It hard to distinquish one night from another and its the story that matters not the timeline.
I don't know if I'm allowed to swear on blogs. Am I? I don't care, I'll just make another one if they delete this one. I'll use Taryns e-mail adress for that one. Hope she won't mind.
I have an anthropology test tomorrow...fuck that. Just thought I would continue to discuss the happenings of Dickinson College and how they are experienced by the fine young women of Mck22 and Sean of course. One evening in particular has a special place in my heart. Started out as a normal night....pong in Mck 22, some Dickinson College party that consisted of really crowded rooms and me getting elbowed in the head due to my unfortunate height and uncanning ability to go unnoticed in crowds. Bars then....another crowd. Staked out a place in the corner for May and I and then got some girl sitting at the bar with a great totsT on to get the bartenders attention. She ordered me the pitcher....thought she was gunna pay....she didn't. Oh well. May and I finish the pitcher but not without the usual friendly gentlemen of Dickinson coming up to say Hi...which was really just them trying to drink our beer. Garrett just took the whole pitcher and was sipping out of it. I think he was genuinely confused and offended that I told him to stop drinking out of the pitcher, either way, he did not heed my request. This might have been the night I made friends with Nation...kudos to Steele and Pam for introducing this kid into my life. We spent a lot of the conversation (and by a lot of the night i mean the bits i remember, i basically kept running into the kid out and about and we just built on the conversation....great conversation.) remembering the first time we met when we were dancing with Steele and he kept saying how much he just wanted to pick me up and put me through the ceiling because I was so short (his observational skills... remarkable). Then we spent a good amount of time describing what was gunna happen when he lifted me up too high one day and my head actually went through the ceiling... We discussed what he would do to make it up to me if this ever happened...we settled on him buying me bfast at carlisle diner....then we improved it to just dining and dashing at carlisle diner after ordering the Carlisle Feast. Great guy, only thing I have to say "forget about it." After the usual attempts at getting free drinks I stop and start talking to this kid I met a while ago. He's one of those people whos just really nice and you feel bad being a sarcastic humorless asshole around them but really... you don't feel that bad. In the middle of our conversation he spotted a credit card of the floor the name on which was "John Something" (that's the real name on the credit card obviously) The nice kid then decides to ask around "hey are you John?" "John? Is there a John here" my thinking was on a different level so I told him "I'll take it. I know him."
Go figure we stayed at the bar till closing. I started walking home with A Hill and saw Becca (a new addition to 22) and we all started walking together. It wasn't long b4 Becca got the call from another member of Mck 22 I won't say who...but we'll call her Shora. Shora was in hysterics. She kept telling Becca that she had been arrested for a DUI and that we needed to come pick her up as soon as possible. I don't own a car....Becca was in no state to drive...Hill is a useless human being....So, obviously, we called Sean. Sean's a great late night stick shift driver.
Turns out Shora was not arrested for a DUI but rather, the townie she went home with was. We picked her up at sheetz and the worst part is she didn't get Sean sunflower seeds and she didn't get me m three cheese mac and cheese...most useless drive to sheetz ever. On the way home Norah (whoops) kept trying to explain that she thought this guy was a good guy....Hill asked the best question of the evening "Norah, when have you ever met a good guy from south central PA" ....present company included.
We finally get back to the room...I sprint cuz I have to pee (is that gross to mention in a blog? life.) the door is locked...norah doesn't have her key (or coat, or wallet, go figure) Becca doesn't have her key and Taryn is unreachable and so are the rest of the roommates. Don't worry, 24 let me pee there...didnt stay though...no 1 was playing video games...not my scene if I can't hunt some bucks (or miss some...jerks).
Soooo we were locked out of the room...its after 2 in the morning and its cold and we're hungry....queue John Something....trip to Messinos 2 cheese bambinos and an order of cheese fries please. Thanks John. So next time you're in the Mck 22 and you see John Somethings credit card posted on the Wall of Fame...you know why.
DPS ends up letting us in.
We get in and go to steal something from T's room only to find Christie asleep in her bed. She was there the whole time...didn't wake up when we were calling her or banging on her window. Champion sleeper. I had to check her pulse.
There were a few more occurances in the evening but I think Shora might get a little upset if I disclose to much information....ask Kimathy about what she saw in the bathroom when she went to brush her teeth and you'll know why I chose to go to bed that night without washing my face or brushing my teeth.
Also, this Antro test I'm supposed to be studying for...I don't own the book.
For the record most stories I post will just be a mix of different nights even though they're told as one night...It hard to distinquish one night from another and its the story that matters not the timeline.
Hey Hi its Dina!
I should have a disclaimer saying that I have horrible grammer and worse spelling....I also don't have Microsoft Word on my computer so basically I own a laptop in order to go on facebook and shop on ebay for funny t-shirts....I won't be editing these blogs.
Yup, it's a month into school and at this point I'm getting upset that everyone is abroad and posting great exciting blogs. Upset that all these people are missing out on the experiences that us fine young scholars at Dickinson are having. So I decided to start a blog in order to relate the happenings of Carlisle PA, or, more specifically, Mck 22 so that all of the abroad people don't get it into their heads that thier "amazing life experiences" are any more exciting than the daily occurances of this fine undergraduate institution.
The remaining memebers of the original Mck 22 cast are all in good form. Taryn and myself are in season, shes loving it.....it's alright. Kimathy is up to her usual things whatever those are...
Let's start at the begining of the semester shall we?
I flew into Baltimore to save 300$ on air fare (really why is harrisburg so expensive? who goes there?) and got the great Allie G to pick me up from the airport with the intention of driving back to school the following day (Sunday). Steele told me she wouldn't be able to see me while I was in Baltimore because she was busy packing and hanging out with not 1 but 2 Nevitts as if I was not jealous enough that she gets to hang out with Nevitt. Right so, I get off the plane and Allie almost lets me walk right by her....it was either because it was difficult to see me under the huge bags I was carrying, or the fact that I was wearing jeans and a sweater instead of sweatpants (whats up dressy). Anyways I got to see Allie see (girls looking good per usual) and she helps me start to put my bags in the trunk. Some creep is sitting in the front seat of her car with thier hood up and head down.....obviously my response was somehwere along the lines of "who the tits it that?" DOOBS! SO excited to see this wonderful young woman who had been absent from my life the previous semester. Hugs, Hellos, and over zealous assistance in puting my bags in the trunk. I soon find out that the over zealous assistance was not due to the helpful nature of these ladies but rather the surprise waiting in the trunk. Who knew Eliza was so nimble as to be able to fit into a trunk. My initial reaction was "OMG some's in the trunk!"..."Eliza! I thought I wasn't gunna see you"...."Not as surprised about someone being in a trunk now that I know that someone is Eliza."
Great day. Met Nevitt again, he promised to attend one of my lacrosse games, I wanted to tell him that if he wanted to see me play he should try to make it early enough for warmups.
Dinner with the Gerstleys, wonderful experience. We decide "what the tots lets drive to Dickinson tonight so we can start sippin on Natty Lights asap."
We do so.
Unfortunantly me recolection of the night is not tip top....I won't bore you (or more likely myself since I'll be the only one reading this) with trying to piece together the night.
I do want to share however that I managed to drink every night the first week in order to prepare myself for preseason. I regretted this plan as soon as preseason started.
Welllll , I don't really feel like trying to remember the rest of the nights....I'll keep playing catch up on some of the other posts till my loyal readers are all up to date.
I should mention however that I missed 4 classes my first week of school...my record is steadily improving.
Yup, it's a month into school and at this point I'm getting upset that everyone is abroad and posting great exciting blogs. Upset that all these people are missing out on the experiences that us fine young scholars at Dickinson are having. So I decided to start a blog in order to relate the happenings of Carlisle PA, or, more specifically, Mck 22 so that all of the abroad people don't get it into their heads that thier "amazing life experiences" are any more exciting than the daily occurances of this fine undergraduate institution.
The remaining memebers of the original Mck 22 cast are all in good form. Taryn and myself are in season, shes loving it.....it's alright. Kimathy is up to her usual things whatever those are...
Let's start at the begining of the semester shall we?
I flew into Baltimore to save 300$ on air fare (really why is harrisburg so expensive? who goes there?) and got the great Allie G to pick me up from the airport with the intention of driving back to school the following day (Sunday). Steele told me she wouldn't be able to see me while I was in Baltimore because she was busy packing and hanging out with not 1 but 2 Nevitts as if I was not jealous enough that she gets to hang out with Nevitt. Right so, I get off the plane and Allie almost lets me walk right by her....it was either because it was difficult to see me under the huge bags I was carrying, or the fact that I was wearing jeans and a sweater instead of sweatpants (whats up dressy). Anyways I got to see Allie see (girls looking good per usual) and she helps me start to put my bags in the trunk. Some creep is sitting in the front seat of her car with thier hood up and head down.....obviously my response was somehwere along the lines of "who the tits it that?" DOOBS! SO excited to see this wonderful young woman who had been absent from my life the previous semester. Hugs, Hellos, and over zealous assistance in puting my bags in the trunk. I soon find out that the over zealous assistance was not due to the helpful nature of these ladies but rather the surprise waiting in the trunk. Who knew Eliza was so nimble as to be able to fit into a trunk. My initial reaction was "OMG some's in the trunk!"..."Eliza! I thought I wasn't gunna see you"...."Not as surprised about someone being in a trunk now that I know that someone is Eliza."
Great day. Met Nevitt again, he promised to attend one of my lacrosse games, I wanted to tell him that if he wanted to see me play he should try to make it early enough for warmups.
Dinner with the Gerstleys, wonderful experience. We decide "what the tots lets drive to Dickinson tonight so we can start sippin on Natty Lights asap."
We do so.
Unfortunantly me recolection of the night is not tip top....I won't bore you (or more likely myself since I'll be the only one reading this) with trying to piece together the night.
I do want to share however that I managed to drink every night the first week in order to prepare myself for preseason. I regretted this plan as soon as preseason started.
Welllll , I don't really feel like trying to remember the rest of the nights....I'll keep playing catch up on some of the other posts till my loyal readers are all up to date.
I should mention however that I missed 4 classes my first week of school...my record is steadily improving.
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