As promised...plus, A CASE OF THE MONDAYS.
Let me just start by expressing how I feel about the fact that finals are in three weeks: OH SHIT. It's normal for all UCSB students to have a "Case of the Winter Quarters," but oh lucky me - today I definitely had a case of the Mondays as well. I have so much random shit to do that a "to do" list won't cut it. Turns out you have to tie up loose ends when you're going to be out of the country for 5 months... who knew?
I just babysat for four hours, and somewhere between their house and Starbucks I managed to lose a $20. So basically I just looked after Satan's Spawn for a shitty $5/hr. Oh, AND I'm going to hell because I hit Pete (the five year old equivalent of DR EVIL) over the head (gently) with a book. Now, normally I don't support violence against children, but this was a special case: HE THREW AN ACTION FIGURE AT MY HEAD after calling me MEAN NAMES AND just DISRESPECTING MY AUTHORITY in general FOR 2 HOURS. My analysis of the whole situation is that I revert to Kindergarten behavior if you piss me off enough. You hit me, I hit you back. That's fair, right? Oh man...
Now, as promised, Chrissy's Weekend Update:
*VagiMon is Pokemon's younger sister: The show went AMAZING. We sold out Campbell Hall BOTH NIGHTS! That's 1700 seats! The audience loved it...definitely made me miss being on stage. :( If you missed it, I'm going to organize a private video screening of the show. Ha ha...you think I'm kidding?
*The Spelling Bee & National Trick Shot Pool Championship...entertainment for DAYS. After the show on Saturday night, I went to my cast party (got that Theresa?) and then ventured over to the boys' house to watch some spell and crazy bitch pool action. Oh, and also Cool Runnings...such a priceless movie. FEEL THE RHYTHM, FEEL THE RHYME - something something something... IT'S BOBSLED TIME! COOL RUNNINGS! Wow. I love that movie.
*Hot boy with a sexy name...Ira? - There's nothing quite like having a prophetic dream that your date to your date party can't go. Naturally, when Alicia approached me in the hallway, I knew EXACTLY why she needed to talk to me - "Sean can't go. He forgot he has a midterm." Right. Ok. Panic? Nah. So...ended up getting set up with a friend of someone's date, and I'm peeing in my pants because all I know about him is that he's "tall and his name is IRA." HOT. Sexy name, eh? I get to our preparty house...IRA IS BEAUTIFUL. So nice, we had a great conversation, he even gave me his jacket while we were on our way to the busses because I was cold. Awww. Sounds great, right? HA. Not so fast. So turns out that the more this mystery man drank, the less attention he paid to me. Probably has a lot to do with the fact that I feel like he knew more people at the stupid event than I did. Oh yah, and it was at a really lame location...Sapphire Ball is supposed to be elegant and extravagant. Not at a freakin' pool bar. LAME. Oh, and leave it to our lame Seniors to make tax jokes about your date's name.
*On a scale of 1-10, how attractive are YOUR drunken emotional breakdowns? I'm gonna have to go with a 1 on my own drunken emotional breakdowns. I was just drunk enough to make myself upset that my date was totally ignoring me by the end of the night and I so I started crying for NO APPARENT REASON. Theresa and Jenna had to convince me that my exes haven't replaced me. I was a mess. But Theresa took off my shoes so I love her even more than I did before. Poor Alex, I called him totally wasted and sobbing...yet somehow he managed to make me feel better... ;) Which happens to be directly related to my next point...
*Thoughts on phone sex: Haha. Good times. (I'm kind of speechless)
*Thoughts on the end of Sex in the City: Can't believe it's over. Anyone else think it was kind of anti-climatic? WHY is Biggs' name JOHN!? Of all names, it had to be the most simple, generic name. Boo. I'm just bitter that it's over. I'm gonna make my own show: Sex in the IV. Wow. Ok maybe that would have to be a full on feature film.
So that's my shpiel ladies and gents. Mwah.
I just babysat for four hours, and somewhere between their house and Starbucks I managed to lose a $20. So basically I just looked after Satan's Spawn for a shitty $5/hr. Oh, AND I'm going to hell because I hit Pete (the five year old equivalent of DR EVIL) over the head (gently) with a book. Now, normally I don't support violence against children, but this was a special case: HE THREW AN ACTION FIGURE AT MY HEAD after calling me MEAN NAMES AND just DISRESPECTING MY AUTHORITY in general FOR 2 HOURS. My analysis of the whole situation is that I revert to Kindergarten behavior if you piss me off enough. You hit me, I hit you back. That's fair, right? Oh man...
Now, as promised, Chrissy's Weekend Update:
*VagiMon is Pokemon's younger sister: The show went AMAZING. We sold out Campbell Hall BOTH NIGHTS! That's 1700 seats! The audience loved it...definitely made me miss being on stage. :( If you missed it, I'm going to organize a private video screening of the show. Ha ha...you think I'm kidding?
*The Spelling Bee & National Trick Shot Pool Championship...entertainment for DAYS. After the show on Saturday night, I went to my cast party (got that Theresa?) and then ventured over to the boys' house to watch some spell and crazy bitch pool action. Oh, and also Cool Runnings...such a priceless movie. FEEL THE RHYTHM, FEEL THE RHYME - something something something... IT'S BOBSLED TIME! COOL RUNNINGS! Wow. I love that movie.
*Hot boy with a sexy name...Ira? - There's nothing quite like having a prophetic dream that your date to your date party can't go. Naturally, when Alicia approached me in the hallway, I knew EXACTLY why she needed to talk to me - "Sean can't go. He forgot he has a midterm." Right. Ok. Panic? Nah. So...ended up getting set up with a friend of someone's date, and I'm peeing in my pants because all I know about him is that he's "tall and his name is IRA." HOT. Sexy name, eh? I get to our preparty house...IRA IS BEAUTIFUL. So nice, we had a great conversation, he even gave me his jacket while we were on our way to the busses because I was cold. Awww. Sounds great, right? HA. Not so fast. So turns out that the more this mystery man drank, the less attention he paid to me. Probably has a lot to do with the fact that I feel like he knew more people at the stupid event than I did. Oh yah, and it was at a really lame location...Sapphire Ball is supposed to be elegant and extravagant. Not at a freakin' pool bar. LAME. Oh, and leave it to our lame Seniors to make tax jokes about your date's name.
*On a scale of 1-10, how attractive are YOUR drunken emotional breakdowns? I'm gonna have to go with a 1 on my own drunken emotional breakdowns. I was just drunk enough to make myself upset that my date was totally ignoring me by the end of the night and I so I started crying for NO APPARENT REASON. Theresa and Jenna had to convince me that my exes haven't replaced me. I was a mess. But Theresa took off my shoes so I love her even more than I did before. Poor Alex, I called him totally wasted and sobbing...yet somehow he managed to make me feel better... ;) Which happens to be directly related to my next point...
*Thoughts on phone sex: Haha. Good times. (I'm kind of speechless)
*Thoughts on the end of Sex in the City: Can't believe it's over. Anyone else think it was kind of anti-climatic? WHY is Biggs' name JOHN!? Of all names, it had to be the most simple, generic name. Boo. I'm just bitter that it's over. I'm gonna make my own show: Sex in the IV. Wow. Ok maybe that would have to be a full on feature film.
So that's my shpiel ladies and gents. Mwah.