There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass, springtime calls her children
iF yOu TyPe lIkE ThIs, than I automatically fucking hate you. Seriously, what is that shit? It takes the person longer to type, it looks fucking dumb, and it's hard for people to read. You come off sounding like an 11 year old who just learned how to alternate caps on a keyboard. Congratulations. I'd eevn rehtar hvae pleope tpye lkie tihs because it's proven that you can still make out what the word is by only reading the first and last letter. Point is, stop being a fucking jackass. Type like an adult. If you're 18 years old and type in alternating caps, considering jumping on a large spike is really not all that bad an idea. Similar to this, is people who use the following phrases: 2morrow, ur, lyke, lyfe, l8r, ROTFL, dun, no (I dun no), and there's probably a few others. Once again, if you're at 18, and talk like you're 11 you deserve a swift but effective donkey punch to the neck.
Tonight was the last Chi Phi informational, and it was basically an interview. We went in one by one, to the Red Dragon theatre, and the room was dark, and all the brothers were up in the top while you had to sit in the lone seat on the stage and answer questions. It was intimidating, but I think I did pretty well. So if I don't get a call by Friday, it means I have a bid. I'm hoping.
Tonight I went to the Pub with Thom and Sobe, and we had a few beers. It was relaxing, except there were hippies everywhere. Like everybody following the Grateful Dead around the country just happened to be in the bar that night. There was some jam band playing for a bit, and while that's not at all my thing, I have to say the bassist was talented as fuck. We actually saw a few of the brothers there, but they're not allowed to talk to us, and we're not allowed to talk to them until bids are handed out.
Peace kids.
Tonight was the last Chi Phi informational, and it was basically an interview. We went in one by one, to the Red Dragon theatre, and the room was dark, and all the brothers were up in the top while you had to sit in the lone seat on the stage and answer questions. It was intimidating, but I think I did pretty well. So if I don't get a call by Friday, it means I have a bid. I'm hoping.
Tonight I went to the Pub with Thom and Sobe, and we had a few beers. It was relaxing, except there were hippies everywhere. Like everybody following the Grateful Dead around the country just happened to be in the bar that night. There was some jam band playing for a bit, and while that's not at all my thing, I have to say the bassist was talented as fuck. We actually saw a few of the brothers there, but they're not allowed to talk to us, and we're not allowed to talk to them until bids are handed out.
Peace kids.