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.
Monday, March 28, 2011
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.
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