I hate people. And by people, I mean everyone. Ever.
"I used to like that kitchen, it was where we'd smoke cigarettes and talk about death. But now they have these hippie dance parties and I hate it."-Robert, on the really annoying weird people upstairs who cook brownies in big pans shaped like a lamb, and other such crazy shit. They've taken over the upstairs common room/kitchen and last night they blasted Joni Mitchell, BUTCHERING "The Last Time I Saw Richard" "A Case Of You" "California" and others. I. Almost. Had. A. Heart. Attack.
I just tried to walk by their door a lot with a huge scowl and a disapproving look, sneering at them for being such freaks...and bad singers. God.
In other such recent news, last night at the ever-popular Michael's Diner in Kingston, Christen and I ran into our (her) old friends Mike and Nick, who were in attendance of my now infamous night of passing out in the bathroom of the very same diner. How do I manage to walk through the door and still eat there without dying of embarrassment, you ask? I don't know. I do not know.
Anyway both of these boys are gross, dirty, and alcoholics who barely attend college. They both hit on me, and one sent this girl down to ask me if I would like to fuck him. EWW?! Now, speed up to last night, Nick asks me, IN FRONT OF TWO RANDOM GIRLS I DID NOT KNOW, Mike, and Christen, "So, did you pass out on the toilet this time?"
I really almost lost it. Lost. It.
I replied, "Um, I tried not to" without missing a beat. Screw you asshole, I'm wittier than you. Except, wait, that wasn't so witty and I was still embarrassed. So...I made a beeline for the door and ran out to the car, keys in hand, not really waiting long enough for Christen to finish paying at the counter. Jesus. Once in the car, I looked back inside as we drove away, mouthing "Bullshit" as I passed them and the random girls watched me. That's right, biotch.
Oh Lord. It was humiliating.
After that awkward encounter, Christen and I came back to our liquor but didn't feel up to it so just as we'd decided to sit around and just go to sleep early, Jay and Brittany came and proposed we have a pj party, watch a movie, and drink ourselves into a happy frenzy. Christen and I were in, so we got our pj's on and headed to Jay's room where we basically never got to the movie. Instead we drank, sat around, and listened to Jay entertain 3 girls sitting on his bed the best he could, while Robert watched, smirking at Jay's stories, from his desk on the other side of the room.
What a weird night to top off a weird day.
Anyway, I guess I'm off to the Oscar party in the Campus Center. Eddy called me and said he's mad at me because I'm not there yet...so I have to get dressed for the first time all day and head my ass over there to avoid homework, which I have tons of. Right.
I just tried to walk by their door a lot with a huge scowl and a disapproving look, sneering at them for being such freaks...and bad singers. God.
In other such recent news, last night at the ever-popular Michael's Diner in Kingston, Christen and I ran into our (her) old friends Mike and Nick, who were in attendance of my now infamous night of passing out in the bathroom of the very same diner. How do I manage to walk through the door and still eat there without dying of embarrassment, you ask? I don't know. I do not know.
Anyway both of these boys are gross, dirty, and alcoholics who barely attend college. They both hit on me, and one sent this girl down to ask me if I would like to fuck him. EWW?! Now, speed up to last night, Nick asks me, IN FRONT OF TWO RANDOM GIRLS I DID NOT KNOW, Mike, and Christen, "So, did you pass out on the toilet this time?"
I really almost lost it. Lost. It.
I replied, "Um, I tried not to" without missing a beat. Screw you asshole, I'm wittier than you. Except, wait, that wasn't so witty and I was still embarrassed. So...I made a beeline for the door and ran out to the car, keys in hand, not really waiting long enough for Christen to finish paying at the counter. Jesus. Once in the car, I looked back inside as we drove away, mouthing "Bullshit" as I passed them and the random girls watched me. That's right, biotch.
Oh Lord. It was humiliating.
After that awkward encounter, Christen and I came back to our liquor but didn't feel up to it so just as we'd decided to sit around and just go to sleep early, Jay and Brittany came and proposed we have a pj party, watch a movie, and drink ourselves into a happy frenzy. Christen and I were in, so we got our pj's on and headed to Jay's room where we basically never got to the movie. Instead we drank, sat around, and listened to Jay entertain 3 girls sitting on his bed the best he could, while Robert watched, smirking at Jay's stories, from his desk on the other side of the room.
What a weird night to top off a weird day.
Anyway, I guess I'm off to the Oscar party in the Campus Center. Eddy called me and said he's mad at me because I'm not there yet...so I have to get dressed for the first time all day and head my ass over there to avoid homework, which I have tons of. Right.