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| I'm going to San Francisco/ Sacramento this weekend.
I've never been there and it should be awesome in every way except for the impact it'll have on my lil wallet. But I guess that's why I work?
San Francisco MOMA? Yuh yuh.
Pier 39? I actually don't know what that is, but all of my Norcal friends are hyped about it for me.
And being around parents again will be beautiful. I secretly miss parental authority and being yelled at. Although I guess our CAs yell at me and Katie for our drunk shower conversations at 2am on a Wednesday night. One time there were six kids in our room, all of which were drinking and Max (our floor's CA) knocks on the door. Henry put his beer in the cabinet and the rest of us just acted like our cups just had water in them and when Max came in he just told us to keep it down then he made some jokes and left. So smooth, but actually just a dumb situation to be in to begin with.
Life is just funny and ironic all the time.
My global environment professor is finally making sense to me. I see where he's coming from and the kind of person he is, and it makes class so much more enjoyable and interesting. Although I'm worried I'll turn into him after years of disappointment in the environmental field. I'll become a mega skeptic and I'll never trust any institution or person or set of data. Whomp. | | |
| It's really tough to keep five drunk spice girls/boys together for a whole night. | | |
| So we successfully completed drunk week! What an accomplishment!
No one hooked up with anyone, pretty sure. And no one threw up, for the most part. And no one died or lost anything that they didn't later find. And no one got in trouble! Yay! So that's a good week. I know Katie and I both missed at least one class, but whatever. It happened, it's over and I'm happy with drinking water and kool-aid for the rest of my life.
There's a place in my heart just for witty, clever people. I think they never get the credit they deserve.
At the college democrats meeting there were 8 people sitting around talking to this lady who is running for congress next fall, and it was so so strange because this girl that I've talked to a couple times and who seems mostly competent, but it's obvious that there's something a little off about her, was at the meeting and she was making comments every now and then, but when someone asked her something directly and she had to respond knowing that everyone was looking at her she like totally froze up. It was so odd. And kind of like a stutter, but more extreme, she said "I'm majoring in ggggg-ggg-government and mmmm (and then it took her almost five seconds just to say minoring)-inoring in women's studies" anyway. I was pretty much just staring at her in awe, while trying to be subtle about it?
I realized yesterday that I had clam chowder twice since I've stopped eating meat. And now I feel like such a tard. Clams don't have faces!
"It has fingernails!!" One of my friend's friend's name is LB and I think it's priceless.
Our first ultimate tournament was pretty bomb, I like it. | | |
| "There's too many gay people in the world"
-Victoria Beckley
Aka: dumb shit | | |
| So one time I was sitting here at 2am working on this lil paper of mine, drinkin' some wine and having a wonderful time of it, then this random girl texts me saying shes snuck out of her crazy seven day Adventist college and is coming over here, while my drunk-ass roommate was downstairs sleeping with this ho, but my also-drunk friend Lupe was asleep in Katie's bed. Anyway, so I was like, "alright, I'mma finish my essay, even though I'm a little tipsy and then I'mma hang out and go to bed".
Nope. Almost kinda finished and then somehow managed to actually not sleep at all and suddenly it's 7am and she's leaving to beat mother-fucking LA traffic and my roommate is still downstairs with her homegirl and I'm right here where it all started writing my paper. Except this time with no wine?
Instead I have Via, which is the instant coffee made by Starbucks and it's actually real delish, but my sda friend works for Starbucks and tries to sell it to random people when we're in public, it's rather embarrassing.
Anyway, time to sober up and finish some esssssssay. | | |
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