There's something odd about this guacamole . . .
I think the planets must be in alignment, the level of weirdness in my life as recently gone off the charts. Yesterday proved to be especially odd, I didn't get any sleep until 7AM, then had an in class debate at 9AM to which my lucid mind some how managed to produce clear and cognizant responses. Historical Linguistics (the class that had the debate) finds news ways of challenging my abilities to pull things out of my ass that magically don't stink. As big gay Jim often says, "insert pliers and pull, then pray the bleeding stops." After class I finally slept for 3 hours, then dragged my sorry ass to my Anthropology of Food Proseminar. At this proseminar, there was wine and sake. In my sleep haze of idiocy I decided it would be a good idea to drink a cup of wine and more than a cup of sake. Since I hadn't eaten anything that day except for some peeps, I was drunk half way through the sake. It just strikes me as extremely odd that I got drunk in CLASS at about 5 in the afternoon. By the time I managed to crawl back to my dorm, I slept until 10PM, but not before the fire alarm went off twice at around 6:30 or 7. The first time it happened I thought I was going to go homicadil on someone's ass, the second time I just cocooned myself in the comforter and hid from the RA, which surprisingly worked. Well it's time to go apartment hunting with Dorthy, hopefully we'll find something good.
BTW: Come to TUCP's "special movie" I can't wait to watch the protestors!!
BTW: Come to TUCP's "special movie" I can't wait to watch the protestors!!