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Wow, my trip to Chicago last weekend was sure swell. I loved the school, and my interview went pretty well. I also had the opportunity to engage in beer-drinkin' and cap-chuckin', time-honored Northwestern traditions. The boys at Davis's house cooked all these fancy pizzas on Friday night: chicken pesto, chicken alfredo, veggie lovers. It was like the food network, only gayer. They also did things like wash the dishes and clean up the apartment each day. These displays of stereotypical femininity made me feel conspicuously mannish and inspired a renewed interest in the ladylike arts of laundry and fellatio upon my return to Duke.
Yesterday, Rachel and Haley successfully engineered the first annual Duke Play-in on the quad. I blew bubbles, smoked hookah, got a hair-cut from Liuda, received a bag lunch and a class of 2007 beer stein and traced Riss in sidewalk chalk, all before Spanish class. I also had the pleasure of being interviewed by an awkwardly bespectacled man from the Durham Herald-Sun while I was trying to exhale the hookah smoke not unlike a dragon (through the nostrils with a look of reptilian rage upon my face). Throughout the interview, I was laughing and trying to befuddle the reporter with made-up slang and drug terminology. Eventually I got it through his head that hookahs were legal and our shit wasn't mad schwaggety. Here's the article (which was, I believe below the fold on the front page today). Trust me, it's worth your time.
http://www.heraldsun.com/durham/4-789976.html
Is it lame that I want to go see Happy Feet just so I can watch the Harry Potter trailer?
Yesterday, Rachel and Haley successfully engineered the first annual Duke Play-in on the quad. I blew bubbles, smoked hookah, got a hair-cut from Liuda, received a bag lunch and a class of 2007 beer stein and traced Riss in sidewalk chalk, all before Spanish class. I also had the pleasure of being interviewed by an awkwardly bespectacled man from the Durham Herald-Sun while I was trying to exhale the hookah smoke not unlike a dragon (through the nostrils with a look of reptilian rage upon my face). Throughout the interview, I was laughing and trying to befuddle the reporter with made-up slang and drug terminology. Eventually I got it through his head that hookahs were legal and our shit wasn't mad schwaggety. Here's the article (which was, I believe below the fold on the front page today). Trust me, it's worth your time.
http://www.heraldsun.com/durham/4-789976.html
Is it lame that I want to go see Happy Feet just so I can watch the Harry Potter trailer?