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It's hard to believe I'm already requesting classes for next semester. Now which fluffy science course should I take...oceanography (wtf?) or geology (a.k.a Rocks for Jocks)? I'm also (hopefully) down for International Politics, Intro to Ethics, and Macroeconomics. Yippee.
This weekend I did absolutley nada. Okay, that's a lie, this weekend I went tanning, went to the Corker-Ford debate, and participated in a one a.m. fire drill in not-my-dorm (some idiot apparently put popcorn in the microwave for 20 minutes instead of 2, or got drunk and pulled the alarm...either way we were standing out on Alumni Lawn in the freezing mist in pajama pants and sweatshirts, wondering what the hell was going on.)
Also did a little recon work with some of the girls in my hall and formulated plans to plant a NannyCam outside the door of the really sketchy guy who stalks--literally, stalks, as in tracks her whereabouts--my next-door neighbor, Olivia. We even came up with code phrases to let the rest of the girls on the floor know it would be a good idea to shut and lock doors: "Why does the bathroom smell like fish?" "Has anyone seen my Super Bouncy Ball?" and "Anybody want sandwiches?"
There's a story behind each of those, actually, but every one is lamer than the one preceding it.
Sometime this week I might rearrange the letters on a sign that used to say "Welcome to Barnard 4-est" to now say "O Wee Man Breast" because I really, honestly have nothing better to do. And I have the stairwell code to that building.
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This weekend I did absolutley nada. Okay, that's a lie, this weekend I went tanning, went to the Corker-Ford debate, and participated in a one a.m. fire drill in not-my-dorm (some idiot apparently put popcorn in the microwave for 20 minutes instead of 2, or got drunk and pulled the alarm...either way we were standing out on Alumni Lawn in the freezing mist in pajama pants and sweatshirts, wondering what the hell was going on.)
Also did a little recon work with some of the girls in my hall and formulated plans to plant a NannyCam outside the door of the really sketchy guy who stalks--literally, stalks, as in tracks her whereabouts--my next-door neighbor, Olivia. We even came up with code phrases to let the rest of the girls on the floor know it would be a good idea to shut and lock doors: "Why does the bathroom smell like fish?" "Has anyone seen my Super Bouncy Ball?" and "Anybody want sandwiches?"
There's a story behind each of those, actually, but every one is lamer than the one preceding it.
Sometime this week I might rearrange the letters on a sign that used to say "Welcome to Barnard 4-est" to now say "O Wee Man Breast" because I really, honestly have nothing better to do. And I have the stairwell code to that building.
.