I'm a 80's personality
I took this test with some coworkers. I really thought it was going to say 1950s because I love love love the 50s. The styles, the music, etc. I told everyone that I was a child of the 50s but the 80s popped up on my screen. My immediate response was 'Like, no way. This is like so wrong!' Everyone in the office just shook their head. Hmm, I guess I am a child of the 80s. Scary. All of that scary hair, scary colors, and most of all scary clothes.
Speaking of the 80s, there was a girl in my office that wore her hair like she came from the 80s. It was curly permed with short bangs that she sprayed straight up every single morning. I used to walk around singing 'we got the beat' and 'walk like an egyptian' when she would come to our area. Surprising shock.. .but someone must have told her to update her style. She came to work on Monday wearing her hair straight. She still does the annoying bangs thing but the curly perm was a straight improvement. Maybe someone should sugggest a cut and color.
I'm a snob. I can't help it.
We got pictures back from the PIKE formal. Randy and I looked so cute together. He's super hot anyway. Everyone knows it. Our whole sorority has been salivating after him since he came in with our class. He's so not relationship material though. He's too hot. Back to formal, we went ahead and decided that the PIKE pictures would go on the sorority website. There's some of me with the other girls nominated for PIKE DREAMGIRL. I didn't get it(when you're up against the president's girlfriend you can pretty much cancel that nomination). However, I still love some PIKES. We're going to subliminally help them with rush this year. We have PIKE PLAYBOY shirts(compliments of the lovely Kappa Nu chapter). Plus, we have these badges that you can sew on your bags that say I LOVE PIKE.
Yesterday was a hazy day. I decided to go out with 6 of my best guy friends. Bad decision. I was trying to remember exactly why they take me along. Last night, I found out. We decided to go to a strip club. They volunteered to buy all of the drinks. By the 3rd amaretto sour, I realized I had walked into a death trap. My guy friends try and I give them an A for effort.
So, to make me happy, we left and went to a club. Since I was overly dressed anyway, we decided to go to a nice club. After hanging out there for an hour, I realized that I was really drunk.
No big deal, right? Wrong. I ended up making up with one of my good guy friends. I didn't want to but I was drunk and he cornered me. Then, he started doing the usual rundown of how I was his best friend in the whole world. And how I'm so understanding. And how I'm the 'coolest' black chick. Since the place was so hot, he started blowing my neck. Not good because girls have this internal system that responds to air. It sends off the wrong GO signal and the next thing I know, he kissed me. And I felt bad telling him no. . .because he's hot. When he backed away, I realized that I had broken my whole deal. I WAS MAKING OUT WITH ERIC AGAIN!
Gosh, why does he do this to me?
Apparently, Todd and John remembered in their unsober state that I had told them to protect me from Eric. They stumbled over to break it up. Too late though.
Todd: (in my ear while John is distracting Eric who is still holding my hand) You want me to help you get away.
Me: (swaying and saying in my usual drunk Southern drawl) Noooooo, I'm ooooookkkkkkay! (grabbing at his gin/tonic)
Todd: (puzzled look and hands me the cup)I thought you didn't want to be with him anymore.
Me: (taking a sip and then, proceeding to hang over Todd as if he couldn't hear my loud voice) No, it's not like that. I'm okay. (sway and attempting a drunk whisper)I don't know. I think I initiated the whole thing.
Todd: (looks at the empty cup and signals the bartendar for 2 more) You're drunk. You guys are never going to. . .blah blah[I don't remember the rest of his advice because by then, I was tuning him out]
Me: (accepts drink from Todd) Thank you. Now, Todd, I'm a big girl. If he breaks my heart, I'll just kick his ass and you know I will. I'll be okay. You go have fun. I hooked you up with a cute chick. . .so go talk to her.
Todd: (looks for chick) Are you sure?
Me: (nods and kiss his cheek) You're so cool, Todd. You're so super cool. Go have fun.
Don't worry though. I made Eric go home with Phil and Mark.
I'm never drinking again.
Speaking of the 80s, there was a girl in my office that wore her hair like she came from the 80s. It was curly permed with short bangs that she sprayed straight up every single morning. I used to walk around singing 'we got the beat' and 'walk like an egyptian' when she would come to our area. Surprising shock.. .but someone must have told her to update her style. She came to work on Monday wearing her hair straight. She still does the annoying bangs thing but the curly perm was a straight improvement. Maybe someone should sugggest a cut and color.
I'm a snob. I can't help it.
We got pictures back from the PIKE formal. Randy and I looked so cute together. He's super hot anyway. Everyone knows it. Our whole sorority has been salivating after him since he came in with our class. He's so not relationship material though. He's too hot. Back to formal, we went ahead and decided that the PIKE pictures would go on the sorority website. There's some of me with the other girls nominated for PIKE DREAMGIRL. I didn't get it(when you're up against the president's girlfriend you can pretty much cancel that nomination). However, I still love some PIKES. We're going to subliminally help them with rush this year. We have PIKE PLAYBOY shirts(compliments of the lovely Kappa Nu chapter). Plus, we have these badges that you can sew on your bags that say I LOVE PIKE.
Yesterday was a hazy day. I decided to go out with 6 of my best guy friends. Bad decision. I was trying to remember exactly why they take me along. Last night, I found out. We decided to go to a strip club. They volunteered to buy all of the drinks. By the 3rd amaretto sour, I realized I had walked into a death trap. My guy friends try and I give them an A for effort.
So, to make me happy, we left and went to a club. Since I was overly dressed anyway, we decided to go to a nice club. After hanging out there for an hour, I realized that I was really drunk.
No big deal, right? Wrong. I ended up making up with one of my good guy friends. I didn't want to but I was drunk and he cornered me. Then, he started doing the usual rundown of how I was his best friend in the whole world. And how I'm so understanding. And how I'm the 'coolest' black chick. Since the place was so hot, he started blowing my neck. Not good because girls have this internal system that responds to air. It sends off the wrong GO signal and the next thing I know, he kissed me. And I felt bad telling him no. . .because he's hot. When he backed away, I realized that I had broken my whole deal. I WAS MAKING OUT WITH ERIC AGAIN!
Gosh, why does he do this to me?
Apparently, Todd and John remembered in their unsober state that I had told them to protect me from Eric. They stumbled over to break it up. Too late though.
Todd: (in my ear while John is distracting Eric who is still holding my hand) You want me to help you get away.
Me: (swaying and saying in my usual drunk Southern drawl) Noooooo, I'm ooooookkkkkkay! (grabbing at his gin/tonic)
Todd: (puzzled look and hands me the cup)I thought you didn't want to be with him anymore.
Me: (taking a sip and then, proceeding to hang over Todd as if he couldn't hear my loud voice) No, it's not like that. I'm okay. (sway and attempting a drunk whisper)I don't know. I think I initiated the whole thing.
Todd: (looks at the empty cup and signals the bartendar for 2 more) You're drunk. You guys are never going to. . .blah blah[I don't remember the rest of his advice because by then, I was tuning him out]
Me: (accepts drink from Todd) Thank you. Now, Todd, I'm a big girl. If he breaks my heart, I'll just kick his ass and you know I will. I'll be okay. You go have fun. I hooked you up with a cute chick. . .so go talk to her.
Todd: (looks for chick) Are you sure?
Me: (nods and kiss his cheek) You're so cool, Todd. You're so super cool. Go have fun.
Don't worry though. I made Eric go home with Phil and Mark.
I'm never drinking again.