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.
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