They also let me into this school, idiots.
So I woke up at about 1 this afternoon with a fierce need to urinate. I at least had the decorum to put on a t-shirt to go with my floral print boxers before I stumbled into the hall to walk to the bathroom. Just as I came out of my room, a student tour guide was leading prospective students and their parents up the stairs telling them about the co-ed floors with separate bathrooms, right past me and the recycling bin filled with Mickey's 40s. Yes boys and girls, come to the University of Puget Sound and you too will wake up in the early afternoon and wander around the co-ed halls in your boxers on a valiant quest for the bathroom.
This guy: 2
Admissions: 0
I never really finished updating about England. I had a fairly decent time. I ended up spending all my money on food. I went to two pubs and had a total of one pint of Guiness and a large bottle of New Castle, the food was expensive enough, beer was just too much for my wallet. I ended up going on the Eye, a giant ferris wheel that takes a half an hour to go around. It was fairly gnarly, I could see all of London. I went to a free taping of a BBC radio show, called the "Lee Mack Show". It was a comedy/sketch/music show, and it was a lot of fun. I even got heckled by Lee Mack himself for being American and having red hair. On the last night I was there, I dragged my good buddy Keith to the Ministry of Sound with me. I got to the gate outside and the bouncers asked where I was from. With the reply of Alaska they laughed their asses off."One in a fucking million! That's bloody amazing. Go in." It was thirty pounds for cover for me and Keith, a number in dollars that I'm sure is somewhere near being able to buy a house. I was too cheap to buy drinks, so we just hung out in the smoky main area for a while with some decent music. I danced a bit, but the floor was really crowded with people simply milling about. Then we discovered a side area, with a huge dance floor and no bar crowd to get in the way. Giant subwoofers covered nearly every wall, and at certain points there several DJs working together to make the music flow. I danced my ass off and loved every minute of it. I can only describe it as having sex with music. Sadly I had a plane in the morning so we left relatively early, but I will never forget it.
On the way back we saw an Enzo Ferrari, which you should do a google image search if you're unsure as to what it is. It just made the night that much better. On the plane back I watched Closer (which I loved), The Village (which aside from rough dialog was good), and Birth (which was just fucking weird). I got back and there was a huge wait in customs and I missed the ride from my friend who was going to pick me up. After several days of no talking and a very cold shoulder things were back to normal, but it kind of made home coming a bit sour. Other than that since I've been back things have been going decently. I got my iPod back from the repair shop, only now I've found out that it's really just my computer that's fucked up, so I continue to have a very trendy $620 paper weight. I've found housing for the summer and next fall in a tiny basement apartment with a low roof, but it's fairly cheap and fairly nice, I'm excited about the joys of off campus living.
One other odd note, I finally met unconsequential a week or two ago. I'm not sure why she was in my dream, and she looked rather different from the pictures I've seen, but I met her and I think we hung out. Dreams are silly things.
This guy: 2
Admissions: 0
I never really finished updating about England. I had a fairly decent time. I ended up spending all my money on food. I went to two pubs and had a total of one pint of Guiness and a large bottle of New Castle, the food was expensive enough, beer was just too much for my wallet. I ended up going on the Eye, a giant ferris wheel that takes a half an hour to go around. It was fairly gnarly, I could see all of London. I went to a free taping of a BBC radio show, called the "Lee Mack Show". It was a comedy/sketch/music show, and it was a lot of fun. I even got heckled by Lee Mack himself for being American and having red hair. On the last night I was there, I dragged my good buddy Keith to the Ministry of Sound with me. I got to the gate outside and the bouncers asked where I was from. With the reply of Alaska they laughed their asses off."One in a fucking million! That's bloody amazing. Go in." It was thirty pounds for cover for me and Keith, a number in dollars that I'm sure is somewhere near being able to buy a house. I was too cheap to buy drinks, so we just hung out in the smoky main area for a while with some decent music. I danced a bit, but the floor was really crowded with people simply milling about. Then we discovered a side area, with a huge dance floor and no bar crowd to get in the way. Giant subwoofers covered nearly every wall, and at certain points there several DJs working together to make the music flow. I danced my ass off and loved every minute of it. I can only describe it as having sex with music. Sadly I had a plane in the morning so we left relatively early, but I will never forget it.
On the way back we saw an Enzo Ferrari, which you should do a google image search if you're unsure as to what it is. It just made the night that much better. On the plane back I watched Closer (which I loved), The Village (which aside from rough dialog was good), and Birth (which was just fucking weird). I got back and there was a huge wait in customs and I missed the ride from my friend who was going to pick me up. After several days of no talking and a very cold shoulder things were back to normal, but it kind of made home coming a bit sour. Other than that since I've been back things have been going decently. I got my iPod back from the repair shop, only now I've found out that it's really just my computer that's fucked up, so I continue to have a very trendy $620 paper weight. I've found housing for the summer and next fall in a tiny basement apartment with a low roof, but it's fairly cheap and fairly nice, I'm excited about the joys of off campus living.
One other odd note, I finally met unconsequential a week or two ago. I'm not sure why she was in my dream, and she looked rather different from the pictures I've seen, but I met her and I think we hung out. Dreams are silly things.