Doesn't take much to get THIS campus riled up...
Geez, Transylvania just got this crazy FaceBook thing that all you UK people are always talking about. The internet has been crazy slow the past couple of days because of people on this website. Everywhere I go, people are on the computer looking at FaceBook. Don't get me wrong, I find it entertaining... but you'd think Buffett was in town with all the excitement going down! It's so slow people's pictures aren't even loading, and that's the whole reason I look at that site! To make fun of pictures!
Remotely interesting story: I was planning on skipping class today, because we're allowed to miss one day and also because I'm such a bad kid. I still wake up at the usual time to go have lunch with some friends of mine. Just as I'm about ready to walk out the door, my dorm phone rings. I figure it's one of the guys hassling me because I'm late, so I answer it. Conversation:
Me: Hello?
Voice: Hello, is Spencer there?
Me: Uh... this is Spencer.
Voice: Hey Spencer! This is Greg Partain (music appreciation prof)! Just wondering if you could do me a favor and bring in a song from your collection that you think would be a good example of a modern love song!
Me: Well... all I have handy at the moment is Buffett and the Star Wars soundtrack.
Dr. Partain: Oh, alright, I'll call someone else then. See you in an hour! *click*
Me: Arg! Ack! Noooo! (bash head with receiver yet again)
My phone and head is getting a lot of abuse as of late.
My email box has begun to fill up with random requests to be added to people's FaceBook friends list. I don't know how this is supposed to work, but going to the same school DOES NOT MAKE US FRIENDS. So, I'm rejecting those people who just randomly sends a request to every Transy person. I mean, I've got to at least know you!
Rant over. Sleep about to begin. Later all.
Oh, and also: Happy 20th to Mr. Estridge. I've got 3 minutes left until I'm late! Go FaceBook for having birthday reminders!
Remotely interesting story: I was planning on skipping class today, because we're allowed to miss one day and also because I'm such a bad kid. I still wake up at the usual time to go have lunch with some friends of mine. Just as I'm about ready to walk out the door, my dorm phone rings. I figure it's one of the guys hassling me because I'm late, so I answer it. Conversation:
Me: Hello?
Voice: Hello, is Spencer there?
Me: Uh... this is Spencer.
Voice: Hey Spencer! This is Greg Partain (music appreciation prof)! Just wondering if you could do me a favor and bring in a song from your collection that you think would be a good example of a modern love song!
Me: Well... all I have handy at the moment is Buffett and the Star Wars soundtrack.
Dr. Partain: Oh, alright, I'll call someone else then. See you in an hour! *click*
Me: Arg! Ack! Noooo! (bash head with receiver yet again)
My phone and head is getting a lot of abuse as of late.
My email box has begun to fill up with random requests to be added to people's FaceBook friends list. I don't know how this is supposed to work, but going to the same school DOES NOT MAKE US FRIENDS. So, I'm rejecting those people who just randomly sends a request to every Transy person. I mean, I've got to at least know you!
Rant over. Sleep about to begin. Later all.
Oh, and also: Happy 20th to Mr. Estridge. I've got 3 minutes left until I'm late! Go FaceBook for having birthday reminders!