SPRING BREAK! REEEEJOICE!
I dance, I dance, I dance dance dance. It's spring break, ya'll! Which means the paper I bullshitted last night doesn't matter for another ten days, nor does the five page one I have to write eventually.
What does matter, my friends, is that I go to Barcelona tomorrow, which is followed by a whirlwind trip to Paris. THEN BACK HERE FOR MY FAMILY! Dance, dance, yea! I don't care that it's cutting, like, four days off of my trip. Fuck that. I miss my family. I hope they actually get here, because their passports haven't gotten to them yet. Yea, um, they leave in seven days. So, Laura, if you could do that praying thing you like so much, and if everyone else could cross their fingers, that'd be great. Thanks.
If I come back and find out they can't make it, I'm stuck in a huge, haunted, really old estate all by myself. I could make that fun...buuuut it'd be better if they were here, all in all. I guess I could take day trips around Scotland. I did trips to Ireland and London all by myself, so traveling in this country alone won't be so daunting.
Another good thing about spring break? I don't have to deal with some of the dipshits in the House anymore. Honestly, some people are just irritating. There's a girl named Amy who had no clue who I was when my friend Kelli was talking about being tall the other day. Kelli said something like, "Oh, you're like Elyse's height!" when someone put on heels, and Amy said, "Um..Elese is short." Kelli then explained, and Amy didn't know I existed. No clue who I was.
Now, I'm not like, OMGEE I'M AMAZING KNOW ME! But fuck, there's 65 of us in one House. You've got to be pretty ignorant to not know that someone exists entirely. I just don't drink or roll with her crowd, but I still know who she is. There are lots of people who don't know others in the House, so that made me feel a little better. I made the effort to know everyone though, dammit. Out of courtesy to them, you should probably know the people you're living with.
So yea, I'm pretty much just really over the obession everyone here has with drinking. Ok, so the drinking age is 18. Yay for you, you can go and become a drunken dipshit every night. Drinking is part of the culture here, but excessively doing so every night isn't. People coming home at 3am and stumbling down the halls, shrieking and talking loudly makes me want to kill things. Or them, whichever. How do people have the money for that?! I can afford going out for a drink on Quiz night at Sam's and one random other night, and drinks with dinner. But that's it.
It boggles the mind, it does.
I'll post pictures of my glorious spring break on facebook, cause I don't know how to do it here. Sorry! I shall return on Wednesday, March 28th!
What does matter, my friends, is that I go to Barcelona tomorrow, which is followed by a whirlwind trip to Paris. THEN BACK HERE FOR MY FAMILY! Dance, dance, yea! I don't care that it's cutting, like, four days off of my trip. Fuck that. I miss my family. I hope they actually get here, because their passports haven't gotten to them yet. Yea, um, they leave in seven days. So, Laura, if you could do that praying thing you like so much, and if everyone else could cross their fingers, that'd be great. Thanks.
If I come back and find out they can't make it, I'm stuck in a huge, haunted, really old estate all by myself. I could make that fun...buuuut it'd be better if they were here, all in all. I guess I could take day trips around Scotland. I did trips to Ireland and London all by myself, so traveling in this country alone won't be so daunting.
Another good thing about spring break? I don't have to deal with some of the dipshits in the House anymore. Honestly, some people are just irritating. There's a girl named Amy who had no clue who I was when my friend Kelli was talking about being tall the other day. Kelli said something like, "Oh, you're like Elyse's height!" when someone put on heels, and Amy said, "Um..Elese is short." Kelli then explained, and Amy didn't know I existed. No clue who I was.
Now, I'm not like, OMGEE I'M AMAZING KNOW ME! But fuck, there's 65 of us in one House. You've got to be pretty ignorant to not know that someone exists entirely. I just don't drink or roll with her crowd, but I still know who she is. There are lots of people who don't know others in the House, so that made me feel a little better. I made the effort to know everyone though, dammit. Out of courtesy to them, you should probably know the people you're living with.
So yea, I'm pretty much just really over the obession everyone here has with drinking. Ok, so the drinking age is 18. Yay for you, you can go and become a drunken dipshit every night. Drinking is part of the culture here, but excessively doing so every night isn't. People coming home at 3am and stumbling down the halls, shrieking and talking loudly makes me want to kill things. Or them, whichever. How do people have the money for that?! I can afford going out for a drink on Quiz night at Sam's and one random other night, and drinks with dinner. But that's it.
It boggles the mind, it does.
I'll post pictures of my glorious spring break on facebook, cause I don't know how to do it here. Sorry! I shall return on Wednesday, March 28th!