Promise me tomorrow starts with you getting high
We had our first PRESHCO party last night with the newbies. Some of them seem okay. There was an open bar, so my opinion of them got better as the night progressed. However, we went to Quintos afterwards and ordered a bucket of a hundred bottles of beer (I didn't know that existed), and what did the newbies do? Play fucking flip cup. At one point Jen leaned in and said "And they turned our Spanish bar into an Amherst basement party." Ugh. After an hour of listening to them screaming, Bo and I left and went back to her apartment. An hour later, some new people (and Victor) showed up, I ate some muffins and smoked, and then we went to bed.
And now I want to die.
End.
Things are getting back into a routine. There are orientation classes this week (slept through one today, oops), and then classes start for realz next week. In one of my classes we're reading lots of Latin American authors (and Tin Tin???), and I'm pretty excited about that. (Because it's not about Spain.) I'm also taking sexy Islam class and sexy translation class.
My room is a disaster. This morning I came home and I guess I left it in chaos last night. Scarves, socks, jeans, euro coins, and post-its everywhere. My sneakers and a box of kiwis on the windowsill. Books and magazines all over the floor. Papers papers papers. I need to do some cleaning today. And some shopping. Andddddd I finally have my internship application for the Council on Hemispheric Affairs all set (except the recommendations and transcript). One down, four to go.
And now I want to die.
End.
Things are getting back into a routine. There are orientation classes this week (slept through one today, oops), and then classes start for realz next week. In one of my classes we're reading lots of Latin American authors (and Tin Tin???), and I'm pretty excited about that. (Because it's not about Spain.) I'm also taking sexy Islam class and sexy translation class.
My room is a disaster. This morning I came home and I guess I left it in chaos last night. Scarves, socks, jeans, euro coins, and post-its everywhere. My sneakers and a box of kiwis on the windowsill. Books and magazines all over the floor. Papers papers papers. I need to do some cleaning today. And some shopping. Andddddd I finally have my internship application for the Council on Hemispheric Affairs all set (except the recommendations and transcript). One down, four to go.