Bunnies for the masses
Ok, for anyone out there who HASN'T seen this yet, it's amusing, and appropriate to post in my journal I feel. So, here:
http://www.angryalien.com/0705/rhpsbuns.asp
CLICK, 'ye great southern pansies!!
Well, today was actually a day for doing things. Last night out with Gwen and Megan was, unfortunately, not nearly as much fun as it should have been for Megan's birthday. One of the bars in CP is apparently always closed on Sundays, and another was hosting a private party...so the tvelve million seventeen hundred and eighty four idiots out for a drink last night were down to a choice between only two bars, which made for too much crowding and confusion. After we vacated Rt. 1, we picked up August (my new favorite Rocky kid) and went to Megs for a bit, picked up my box of until-recently-wayward-Fed-Exed-tanktops, and then went back to my place so Megan could get some sleep.
Conclusions:
There can not *ACTUALLY* be that many over-21 people in College Park.
I still dislike the bar scene. Strongly.
Megan is a pansy drinker.
I have too many tank tops, and too much clothing in general.
19-year-olds are trouble. Always.
I HATE dorm beds,
but
I HATE MY ROOMATES WHO TALK LOUDLY AT 11AM WHEN I WAS OUT REALLY LATE (and I *know* they were too!) EVEN MORE!
Blargh. Today was sleepy in and being "lumpy" for a while, then grocery shopping with Gwen, deciding to cancel my meal plan and attempt to *gasp* PROVIDE FOR MYSELF, random running around with Gwen, the poor decision to nap from 7:30-9:30pm (hence me bein real energized now), and the realization that my throat kinda hurts and I have been coughing a lot and if I get sick this early in the school year SO HELP ME GOD! :( Poop.
Hmm...I think I'm off to entertain myself with "Chicago" while I reorganize my notes and put my binders together for the first "real" week of classes. 'Night!
http://www.angryalien.com/0705/rhpsbuns.asp
CLICK, 'ye great southern pansies!!
Well, today was actually a day for doing things. Last night out with Gwen and Megan was, unfortunately, not nearly as much fun as it should have been for Megan's birthday. One of the bars in CP is apparently always closed on Sundays, and another was hosting a private party...so the tvelve million seventeen hundred and eighty four idiots out for a drink last night were down to a choice between only two bars, which made for too much crowding and confusion. After we vacated Rt. 1, we picked up August (my new favorite Rocky kid) and went to Megs for a bit, picked up my box of until-recently-wayward-Fed-Exed-tanktops, and then went back to my place so Megan could get some sleep.
Conclusions:
There can not *ACTUALLY* be that many over-21 people in College Park.
I still dislike the bar scene. Strongly.
Megan is a pansy drinker.
I have too many tank tops, and too much clothing in general.
19-year-olds are trouble. Always.
I HATE dorm beds,
but
I HATE MY ROOMATES WHO TALK LOUDLY AT 11AM WHEN I WAS OUT REALLY LATE (and I *know* they were too!) EVEN MORE!
Blargh. Today was sleepy in and being "lumpy" for a while, then grocery shopping with Gwen, deciding to cancel my meal plan and attempt to *gasp* PROVIDE FOR MYSELF, random running around with Gwen, the poor decision to nap from 7:30-9:30pm (hence me bein real energized now), and the realization that my throat kinda hurts and I have been coughing a lot and if I get sick this early in the school year SO HELP ME GOD! :( Poop.
Hmm...I think I'm off to entertain myself with "Chicago" while I reorganize my notes and put my binders together for the first "real" week of classes. 'Night!