ROLLCALL!
In the continuing Haig tradition of Carpe/Moga Day being the most pointless and delinquent day of the year, I was drunk at school!
It was lovely, and I had a great conversation with Mr. C, the highlight of which was...
Mr. C (*coming up to me, Em, Bridge*): So are you guys drunk yet?
Me (*In my sheer and utter subtlety and brilliance*): Yep, pretty much.
I love him.
In other news, I spent 13.95$ to see "Mr and Mrs Smith" with Kat and Mel and it was really maybe the worst movie I have ever seen, next to Little Black Book, The Ladykillers, and Grease 2. GREASE 2. That's right. I've seen it.
We frolicked around the government building at Sheppard cause we are so hip it hurts, and then at Empress we ran into les boys (Tom, Nick, Tristan, Kevin) and all stood around awkwardly for about 7 minutes while I laughed uncontrolably like the 12 year old girl I am, Mel drank her tea and pretended to be 26, and Kat attempted to speak and then just said "...yeah." And we left. After the Bradgelina-fest (don't say it. I'll go kill myself for having used that word) it was really the highlight of my night. And honestly, despite the ever-increasing store of awkward moments I have awkwardly experienced in relation to those guys, they still entertain me immensely, and I rather enjoy them.
Now I'm back downtown and for once, you will all be glad to know, I will not complain about being home this early. Mostly because I spent the entire day drinking excessively, and now I would really just like to take a shower and pass out. YAY!
Fin.
It was lovely, and I had a great conversation with Mr. C, the highlight of which was...
Mr. C (*coming up to me, Em, Bridge*): So are you guys drunk yet?
Me (*In my sheer and utter subtlety and brilliance*): Yep, pretty much.
I love him.
In other news, I spent 13.95$ to see "Mr and Mrs Smith" with Kat and Mel and it was really maybe the worst movie I have ever seen, next to Little Black Book, The Ladykillers, and Grease 2. GREASE 2. That's right. I've seen it.
We frolicked around the government building at Sheppard cause we are so hip it hurts, and then at Empress we ran into les boys (Tom, Nick, Tristan, Kevin) and all stood around awkwardly for about 7 minutes while I laughed uncontrolably like the 12 year old girl I am, Mel drank her tea and pretended to be 26, and Kat attempted to speak and then just said "...yeah." And we left. After the Bradgelina-fest (don't say it. I'll go kill myself for having used that word) it was really the highlight of my night. And honestly, despite the ever-increasing store of awkward moments I have awkwardly experienced in relation to those guys, they still entertain me immensely, and I rather enjoy them.
Now I'm back downtown and for once, you will all be glad to know, I will not complain about being home this early. Mostly because I spent the entire day drinking excessively, and now I would really just like to take a shower and pass out. YAY!
Fin.