Royalty
I feel so...jeepskank, I'm making a road post, only mine is literally being typed on PA-153 enroute to Canada. I have a head cold and my ears keep popping...i don't think i've ever yawned more in any hour of my life outside flying.
It's so crazy to finally be 21. I really wish I would have made a post closer to last thursday, a hell of a lot has taken place since then. It's fits coming into a new part of life I suppose.
A general rundown (consider how much I've drank..and how much i can remember):
The Weekend:
- Monkeyboys: delicious, yet a little too sticky for my tastes.
- Spent most of it drunk.
- Sorry, davey.
- Lots of free drinks care of bartender Ellen at Chumley's
- Unexpected gay drama! oh dear!
- I really, really hate not wearing a watch.
- I had my first drunken girl kiss...yeah, so stereotypical. Nenna plays it off like she didn't want it.....but she so. did.
- Finally got to meet a Kennedy.
- Kennedys don't like Starbucks. They do, however, enjoy runway modeling
- This is a Disaster.
Monday till now:
- I had to write at least one paper every day this week...it totaled something around 15 pages. most of it was drivel.
- Copyediting manuscripts: "hey, mind if i rewrite your paper?"
- I need to have dates more often, the house would be spotless allll the time.
- Dave really taking advantage of this curtain situation. Maybe I should be happy about that.
- I took advantage of the curtain situation.....not sure if dave was happy about that.
- I embarrassed myself when I admitted that knowing more than one programming language is sexy.
I was in such a good mood Thursday that even bad things were amusing. Case in point: I had an open book test in Advertising, and I got in just in time to get my books out and get my test. About 20 seconds into palming the notebook I realized that both books were covered in honey acquired the day before while ordering green tea at the coffeeshop. Dealing with the honey made the test really awkward and gross, but I couldn't stop laughing about it. Knowing me, my test will be the one to jam up a UTS scanning machine with a honey covered scantron. I love it.
This message was typed in the car...posted in Toronto.
It's so crazy to finally be 21. I really wish I would have made a post closer to last thursday, a hell of a lot has taken place since then. It's fits coming into a new part of life I suppose.
A general rundown (consider how much I've drank..and how much i can remember):
The Weekend:
- Monkeyboys: delicious, yet a little too sticky for my tastes.
- Spent most of it drunk.
- Sorry, davey.
- Lots of free drinks care of bartender Ellen at Chumley's
- Unexpected gay drama! oh dear!
- I really, really hate not wearing a watch.
- I had my first drunken girl kiss...yeah, so stereotypical. Nenna plays it off like she didn't want it.....but she so. did.
- Finally got to meet a Kennedy.
- Kennedys don't like Starbucks. They do, however, enjoy runway modeling
- This is a Disaster.
Monday till now:
- I had to write at least one paper every day this week...it totaled something around 15 pages. most of it was drivel.
- Copyediting manuscripts: "hey, mind if i rewrite your paper?"
- I need to have dates more often, the house would be spotless allll the time.
- Dave really taking advantage of this curtain situation. Maybe I should be happy about that.
- I took advantage of the curtain situation.....not sure if dave was happy about that.
- I embarrassed myself when I admitted that knowing more than one programming language is sexy.
I was in such a good mood Thursday that even bad things were amusing. Case in point: I had an open book test in Advertising, and I got in just in time to get my books out and get my test. About 20 seconds into palming the notebook I realized that both books were covered in honey acquired the day before while ordering green tea at the coffeeshop. Dealing with the honey made the test really awkward and gross, but I couldn't stop laughing about it. Knowing me, my test will be the one to jam up a UTS scanning machine with a honey covered scantron. I love it.
This message was typed in the car...posted in Toronto.