Mmm....free pizza.

Apr 17, 2004 15:39

Well, I bought a Lehigh water bottle and a tank top, so I guess that makes it official. I have to go there now.

I was skeptical at first, but now I think I'll do okay at Lehigh. Of course, it's easy to say that about a school when it's your only viable option (considering that Muhlenberg didn't give me ANY financial aid, thank you very much)...but still. After all, my original concern was the overabundance of fraternity houses and BMW-driving, Louie Vitton-toting (can't spell) undergrads on campus, (as well as the fact that I saw an entire cafeteria table of girls all wearing basically the same outfit)...but I mean, hey, just because they're rich, conformist partiers doesn't NECESSERILY mean they're bad people. Oh yeah, and there came a point when that table of girls suddenly burst into song, and I realized that they were the Lehigh girl's choir, which explained the matching. So at least there's that.

It was a fun day, all in all. We got a free lunch out of the deal, and I really can't ask for more out of life than that. Also, during the opening schpeel, the Dean of Admissions managed to insult both New Jersians, and Philosophy majors all in one 2-minute speech (my dad happens to be both of those things). He shook his fist at the stage and muttered, "What's wrong with philosophy?!". Hahah. Oh yeah, and on the drive there, we were being tailgated by different people for about half an hour straight...so finally, my dad just shakes his head and says, "You know, in the past, this would have really bothered me. But now, I just write it off as idiot, bone-headed driving." "Well then...what did you think it was, before?" says I. "Oh, just a conspiracy," he sighs, "I just figured they were all out to get me." The sincerity and apathy with which he said it is what made it funny.

In a different vein, I have one last meaningless antecdote: At work last night, Dean (boss-man) commented on how nice the weather had been that day, and how it was supposed to hit 70 degrees on Sunday (or Monday, I forget). Anyway, Kim responded with, "Yeah, perfect weather for soaking up some sun", at which point Cheech retorts, "Yup. Perfect weather for aaaairing out the baaaaaalls." Cheech is the grinning bastard who basically lives at McCobb's, but refuses to work there because he's too busy "working" (i.e. "eating") at his parent's Chinese food restaurant. Anyway, much like a father would do for an mildly retarded child, Dean said, "You see, Cheech doesn't have the social skills to understand that there are two females present, and he shouldn't say such things. I'm sorry." Meanwhile, Cheech is THIRTY, and sitting at a table just cracking himself up...and oh, it was just too much. It was all too much.

I think I'll go buy lamb chops now.
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