get out a piece of paper and a #2 pencil...
ahhh, finals. the time of year when everybody wishes it was some other, ANY other, time of year. yesterday we went to cambridge to study (due to reasons previously mentioned). when we got there at 2, they were playing john mayer, which worked. then the christmas music began, which was nice...until it became manheim steamroller christmas. i'm not sure if you are farmiliar with this particular group, but it is like an entire orchestra of synthesizers. basically really intense elevator music [that makes you want to tear out your hair]. so finally i couldn't handle it any more and took krisan's rascal flatts cd up to the counter and said "what would you say if i asked you to play THIS instead of what we're listening to?" and he said ok, as long as it's mellow.
thus, so we thought, was established our OWNERSHIP of cambridge coffee.
however, after the rascal flatts cd was over, we returned to manheim steamroller, "joy to the world" (now offically my LEAST favorite holiday tune), on REPEAT, for the remainder of our stay. it had to have played at least 9 times, and i'm not even kidding. "joy to the world" in varied octaves played by like 100 masters of the synthesizer. wow.
went to KA for the christmas party last night, reed was kind enough to introduce me to a guy named burke buster, who promptly ran his fingers through my hair, and was wearing plaid pants, a different type of plaid blazer, a turtleneck with a picture of him and another guy wearing elf hats and blowing kisses, that read "best wishes from burke and dillon" along with a red and green elf hat. almost as funny as when reed came upon another brother of his in our parking lot, sitting in his truck with his date passed out in the passenger seat, and crying (apparently that's what this fella does when he's drunk, HAHA). when reed offered to take him home, he said "no man!" then whispered, loudly, "CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE IN A FIGHT???" nodding to his date, who was, as i mentioned, passed out in the passenger seat. HA. eventually, though, she came to, and he stopped crying, and they resolved their fight, cause krisha and i saw them dancing in the parking lot some time later.
in other news, claire plans on revolutionizing the world by writing "claire's REALLY NEW world dictionary." she just feels that webster left out so many words that the world needs, like "ovloungular" (originally thought by claire to already be a word, this is a word that has, according to claire, several different meanings. just don't use it as a verb because in that context it's "kind of inappropriate"...)
BEST CLAIRE STORY OF THE WEEK:
"how do you spell serial?"-claire
"as in serial killer, or cereal the food?" - tap
"...they're different, aren't they..." - claire
"yeah..."-everyone
[time elapses]
"...guess what i did in my paper..." - claire
just so you know, the paper was comparing "the punisher" to shakespeare's "hamlet" (that may, or may not, have been my idea...) and the punisher is a SERIAL killer, not a CEREAL killer.
now i have to stop putting off studying. i think the schedule i made for myself says "finish art history notes, study american govt." so I CAN'T WAIT TO GET STARTED!!
thus, so we thought, was established our OWNERSHIP of cambridge coffee.
however, after the rascal flatts cd was over, we returned to manheim steamroller, "joy to the world" (now offically my LEAST favorite holiday tune), on REPEAT, for the remainder of our stay. it had to have played at least 9 times, and i'm not even kidding. "joy to the world" in varied octaves played by like 100 masters of the synthesizer. wow.
went to KA for the christmas party last night, reed was kind enough to introduce me to a guy named burke buster, who promptly ran his fingers through my hair, and was wearing plaid pants, a different type of plaid blazer, a turtleneck with a picture of him and another guy wearing elf hats and blowing kisses, that read "best wishes from burke and dillon" along with a red and green elf hat. almost as funny as when reed came upon another brother of his in our parking lot, sitting in his truck with his date passed out in the passenger seat, and crying (apparently that's what this fella does when he's drunk, HAHA). when reed offered to take him home, he said "no man!" then whispered, loudly, "CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE IN A FIGHT???" nodding to his date, who was, as i mentioned, passed out in the passenger seat. HA. eventually, though, she came to, and he stopped crying, and they resolved their fight, cause krisha and i saw them dancing in the parking lot some time later.
in other news, claire plans on revolutionizing the world by writing "claire's REALLY NEW world dictionary." she just feels that webster left out so many words that the world needs, like "ovloungular" (originally thought by claire to already be a word, this is a word that has, according to claire, several different meanings. just don't use it as a verb because in that context it's "kind of inappropriate"...)
BEST CLAIRE STORY OF THE WEEK:
"how do you spell serial?"-claire
"as in serial killer, or cereal the food?" - tap
"...they're different, aren't they..." - claire
"yeah..."-everyone
[time elapses]
"...guess what i did in my paper..." - claire
just so you know, the paper was comparing "the punisher" to shakespeare's "hamlet" (that may, or may not, have been my idea...) and the punisher is a SERIAL killer, not a CEREAL killer.
now i have to stop putting off studying. i think the schedule i made for myself says "finish art history notes, study american govt." so I CAN'T WAIT TO GET STARTED!!