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
Sunday, February 27, 2011
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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