MY DUDEMANDUDE GAVE ME THE GREATEST ICON EVER AND I LOVE HER!!!
This is what I love about life today:
1) The computer is not such a vital mode of comunication with the outside world that I can't go a month without unlimited access to the internet.
2) My job now is basically chilling like I normally would only in a different chair and I get paid.
3) Two day rentals allow for a bunch of people to put a movie they really want to see on, start talking and pay NO ATTENTION AT ALL, and still get the opportunity to see it.
4) I have friends who can manuever guys out of my bed when I just don't feel like it.
First of all-and let me just me just get this off of my chest now because I've been doing this stupid research for days-Napoleon Chagnon was a bag of dusche. I feel bad for the Yanomamo people, as a journalist, Patrick Tierney should know better than to fabricate something like a Eugenics plot through a tainted measles vaccine, and if you want to know what I'm talking about, call me because I won't have my own computer for another couple of weeks. Oh, yeah. My computer broke. In other news, I've recently rekindled my love affair with my cell phone and thanked the powers that be that I'm too bloody lazy to update this regularly anyway and for the most part I just goof off on my computer.
Anyway, last night being the only night I can really do anything fun apart from Saturday which I think is going to be at Fairlawn (See if I were rich and didn't have to work nights, I wouldn't have this problem!) I decided since I'd already gone tanning and sentenced myself to a life of benign skin cancer like the res of my family, I'd just finish the deal and go for the liver as well. Well not really. D and some guys (as it turns out they have names) came into the room looking for a bottle opener for wine, which I didn't (duh!)so they invited Kenzie and I down to the common room to watch movies. When Kenzie got out of the shower, I decided to take one...an hour later, I finish my shower and we go down to the common room and they aren't there, so we go to D's room. The people, and as it turns out the alcohol multiplied so now it's D, Zach and Pete (I told you they had names), Kristen and D's roomies, which isn't surprising because it's their room. They both wanted to go to bed so we offered to move up to our room, where a very intoxicated Kristen, she's such a sweetie even when smashed, passed out on our vibrating chair. Oh, we put on Corpse Bride, which was exciting but since everyone was drunk by the time Kenzie and I even showed up and then Kenzie got a bit schnockered (I, the amazing super-human sober machine was simply enjoying life.) no one really paid attention to the movie. We had good times, fun conversations, but we were all a little bummed because none of us had ever seen it. Tonight, we're going to watch it in the common room while I'm on duty. The only thing was that Zach kept getting closer and closer to my bed...actually by the end of the night he was sitting on it and D was like lets go and he was like apparantly I'm going somewhere. Sweet kid, but not interested. He was taking up my leg room and I was fajiggin' tired. Thank you, D. I didn't feel like telling him to move.
1) The computer is not such a vital mode of comunication with the outside world that I can't go a month without unlimited access to the internet.
2) My job now is basically chilling like I normally would only in a different chair and I get paid.
3) Two day rentals allow for a bunch of people to put a movie they really want to see on, start talking and pay NO ATTENTION AT ALL, and still get the opportunity to see it.
4) I have friends who can manuever guys out of my bed when I just don't feel like it.
First of all-and let me just me just get this off of my chest now because I've been doing this stupid research for days-Napoleon Chagnon was a bag of dusche. I feel bad for the Yanomamo people, as a journalist, Patrick Tierney should know better than to fabricate something like a Eugenics plot through a tainted measles vaccine, and if you want to know what I'm talking about, call me because I won't have my own computer for another couple of weeks. Oh, yeah. My computer broke. In other news, I've recently rekindled my love affair with my cell phone and thanked the powers that be that I'm too bloody lazy to update this regularly anyway and for the most part I just goof off on my computer.
Anyway, last night being the only night I can really do anything fun apart from Saturday which I think is going to be at Fairlawn (See if I were rich and didn't have to work nights, I wouldn't have this problem!) I decided since I'd already gone tanning and sentenced myself to a life of benign skin cancer like the res of my family, I'd just finish the deal and go for the liver as well. Well not really. D and some guys (as it turns out they have names) came into the room looking for a bottle opener for wine, which I didn't (duh!)so they invited Kenzie and I down to the common room to watch movies. When Kenzie got out of the shower, I decided to take one...an hour later, I finish my shower and we go down to the common room and they aren't there, so we go to D's room. The people, and as it turns out the alcohol multiplied so now it's D, Zach and Pete (I told you they had names), Kristen and D's roomies, which isn't surprising because it's their room. They both wanted to go to bed so we offered to move up to our room, where a very intoxicated Kristen, she's such a sweetie even when smashed, passed out on our vibrating chair. Oh, we put on Corpse Bride, which was exciting but since everyone was drunk by the time Kenzie and I even showed up and then Kenzie got a bit schnockered (I, the amazing super-human sober machine was simply enjoying life.) no one really paid attention to the movie. We had good times, fun conversations, but we were all a little bummed because none of us had ever seen it. Tonight, we're going to watch it in the common room while I'm on duty. The only thing was that Zach kept getting closer and closer to my bed...actually by the end of the night he was sitting on it and D was like lets go and he was like apparantly I'm going somewhere. Sweet kid, but not interested. He was taking up my leg room and I was fajiggin' tired. Thank you, D. I didn't feel like telling him to move.