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I'm extremely cranky.
But I don't have anything to complain about.
I could complain about how my hand hurts from writing essays for 4 hours in tiny little blue books. But that one sentence pretty much encapsulates the whole hand problem...it's not a complaint that requires much elaboration.
I'm just cranky cause I woke up from a nap all sweaty and tired. There is nothing actually wrong, unless you count the lack of a coffee shop with lattes at my disposal in my dorm room. I mean really. Why has Fido not branched out to McGill 440?
..Although then I'd have strange baristas brewing coffee while I sleep. That might get annoying.
I think I'm going to see "Eternal Sunshine for the Spotless Mind" with Erin and Logandy and maybe Meganmichael but not Cara because I think she's going to River Stages. But all I've done today is study, take tests and sleep...so I haven't actually seen anyone.
Louis Vitton (sp?) sat with Vandygirls at a table near me in Rand today. I sat alone, studying Keynes furiously for the last econ final of my life (oh joy of joys!). But he kept talking about his $100 sheepskin car seats (I think they were car seats) and the Vandygirls kept cackling. I wanted to shoot them but luckily, they left after 10 minutes. My favorite exchange was this:
Louis Vitton: The seat covers are made out of sheepskin
Vandy girl: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEE!!!!!!
I didn't know sheepskin was inherently hilarious...
PS, Liz: I used to work at a Starbucks. In Highland Park, Illinois. You could see another Starbucks form the windows of my Starbucks. And there was one more that you couldn't see. And they were building a drive-thru one down the street. That was 3 years ago...I suppose the drive thru is finished now.
I miss working there. Take the Vandy girls, age them 30 years, make them lose 15 lbs and get implants, tan them orange and cover them with Gucci and you have Highland Park. Make them slightly less orange, cover them in tennis outfits and you have Lake Forest, my town. Ahhh, the lovely snobbiness of the Chicago north shore. That is my homeland. Those are my people.
But I don't have anything to complain about.
I could complain about how my hand hurts from writing essays for 4 hours in tiny little blue books. But that one sentence pretty much encapsulates the whole hand problem...it's not a complaint that requires much elaboration.
I'm just cranky cause I woke up from a nap all sweaty and tired. There is nothing actually wrong, unless you count the lack of a coffee shop with lattes at my disposal in my dorm room. I mean really. Why has Fido not branched out to McGill 440?
..Although then I'd have strange baristas brewing coffee while I sleep. That might get annoying.
I think I'm going to see "Eternal Sunshine for the Spotless Mind" with Erin and Logandy and maybe Meganmichael but not Cara because I think she's going to River Stages. But all I've done today is study, take tests and sleep...so I haven't actually seen anyone.
Louis Vitton (sp?) sat with Vandygirls at a table near me in Rand today. I sat alone, studying Keynes furiously for the last econ final of my life (oh joy of joys!). But he kept talking about his $100 sheepskin car seats (I think they were car seats) and the Vandygirls kept cackling. I wanted to shoot them but luckily, they left after 10 minutes. My favorite exchange was this:
Louis Vitton: The seat covers are made out of sheepskin
Vandy girl: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEE!!!!!!
I didn't know sheepskin was inherently hilarious...
PS, Liz: I used to work at a Starbucks. In Highland Park, Illinois. You could see another Starbucks form the windows of my Starbucks. And there was one more that you couldn't see. And they were building a drive-thru one down the street. That was 3 years ago...I suppose the drive thru is finished now.
I miss working there. Take the Vandy girls, age them 30 years, make them lose 15 lbs and get implants, tan them orange and cover them with Gucci and you have Highland Park. Make them slightly less orange, cover them in tennis outfits and you have Lake Forest, my town. Ahhh, the lovely snobbiness of the Chicago north shore. That is my homeland. Those are my people.