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Oh, I remembered my other good news. It was basically that if Grandpa could read my livejournal he'd be way excited to know that I actually invested some of his Christmas money today. As in placed it somewhere that the interest rate was good as opposed to somewhere it could reman dangerously liquid in case I stumble acroos some irresistible leather garment or discount plane tickets to Swaziland. Go me.
Also, finally got around to joining the NYU gym. No more rock climbing classes 'til March, but I do have access to rowing mahines now. I like those things.
Thirdly, we really don't spend enough time at the hookah bar. None of us do. The WORLD does not spend enough time at the the hookah bar. I do not care how authentic and smuggled-into-the-country Dani and Rachel's hookah is; it smokes poorly in comparison to the pretty professional ones. The point being that tonight was lovely and apricot and rose is a stellar shisha blend. Also, certain men at Duke's should not hog the pool table so much. It's nice when they buy us drinks, but it does not make up for them playing four consecutive games of pool when our names were on the (dinky, ineffectual) little chalkboard to play next. Terrific plans were laid tonight for the lesbian clubbing that will take place on Saturday. My hair will have dreads on Saturday.
Believe I have come up with an article idea for Lost Writers. Actually, a few ideas, so as to create like a mini-column. Will begin work thereon when I'm not falling asleep at the keyboard.
And in closing, why are linguini and ziti pizzas so good? Really, what could be more stupid than putting pasta on top of a pizza? So why is something so stupid so wonderful?
Also, finally got around to joining the NYU gym. No more rock climbing classes 'til March, but I do have access to rowing mahines now. I like those things.
Thirdly, we really don't spend enough time at the hookah bar. None of us do. The WORLD does not spend enough time at the the hookah bar. I do not care how authentic and smuggled-into-the-country Dani and Rachel's hookah is; it smokes poorly in comparison to the pretty professional ones. The point being that tonight was lovely and apricot and rose is a stellar shisha blend. Also, certain men at Duke's should not hog the pool table so much. It's nice when they buy us drinks, but it does not make up for them playing four consecutive games of pool when our names were on the (dinky, ineffectual) little chalkboard to play next. Terrific plans were laid tonight for the lesbian clubbing that will take place on Saturday. My hair will have dreads on Saturday.
Believe I have come up with an article idea for Lost Writers. Actually, a few ideas, so as to create like a mini-column. Will begin work thereon when I'm not falling asleep at the keyboard.
And in closing, why are linguini and ziti pizzas so good? Really, what could be more stupid than putting pasta on top of a pizza? So why is something so stupid so wonderful?