Wouldn't that be sweet?
Yesterday Maddy and I went to the choir concert at the church on the square because we hadn't hung out all term. Maddy had been to Western the night before and kept fishing things, like batteries and a My Little Pony Happy Meal toy out of her pockets. She was telling me about this guy (who shall remain unnamed) with whom she has several classes, but they never spoke until he asked her out on facebook the other day. They kind of hung out once. I advised her against him, though, because he's kind of a douche and bears a striking resemblance to Quasimodo. She said, "Thanks, Alice, now I'm not going to get laid at all this year because of you." I said, "You could try internet dating." Then we started talking about people we know who actually had successful internet relationships, and I added, "Hey, and it worked for Quasimodo." Then Maddy said, "You're going to hell," and I laughed. And unfortunately, being as we were in a church noted for its acoustics, my laugh hit the dome and echoed back. It was obnoxious the first, second, and third time. Everyone turned to stare at me, literally everyone, including the woman a few rows ahead of us with a John Deere scrunchie.
So Maddy and I joked that she can't take me anywhere without giving me a Happy Meal toy to play with, or else I'll cause a big scene.
I'm going home for spring break in two days. Weird? So I've been tying up loose ends. Yesterday Sarah came over and we watched the encore presentation of the America's Next Top Model season premiere with bowls of Phish Food. Today I got lunch at Cornucopia and got my tax forms, and later Emma and I have an I Love New York date and I'm meeting my fiction class at Duffy's. I'm not really sure if I can handle being drunk in front of my professor, but I'll let you know all the sordid slash embarrassing details. I forsee a lot of drunkenness in my future in general. Olivia and I are going to visit her sister at Tulane for spring break. When I tell people I'm going to New Orleans, they usually say, "Oh!" and then I say, "not for humanitarian reasons," and they say, "Oh."
So Maddy and I joked that she can't take me anywhere without giving me a Happy Meal toy to play with, or else I'll cause a big scene.
I'm going home for spring break in two days. Weird? So I've been tying up loose ends. Yesterday Sarah came over and we watched the encore presentation of the America's Next Top Model season premiere with bowls of Phish Food. Today I got lunch at Cornucopia and got my tax forms, and later Emma and I have an I Love New York date and I'm meeting my fiction class at Duffy's. I'm not really sure if I can handle being drunk in front of my professor, but I'll let you know all the sordid slash embarrassing details. I forsee a lot of drunkenness in my future in general. Olivia and I are going to visit her sister at Tulane for spring break. When I tell people I'm going to New Orleans, they usually say, "Oh!" and then I say, "not for humanitarian reasons," and they say, "Oh."