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Last night I went to bars and saw a lot of people from Vanderbilt. I almost never do something that is stereotypically Vandy. Not because I am too snobby; I'm rarely interested in what most Vandy kids do. Frat parties? Football games? The same bars over and over? Oh please let the excitement never end.
So last night I went to Sams. I like that bar. I had been to Sams before, but not in years. YEARS! I saw some girl who was in an English class with me freshman year. The one in which I met the brilliant Megan Clancy. It was the girl who stared at me with a look of pure astonishment when I said I found little merit in "Sex and the City." The horror! The horror!
I like White Russians. I am The Dude.
I started reading the Agatha Christie book Paul bought me. I don't know why I picked it over the "Lamb: The Story of Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal" book. So far it's living up to its Agatha Christie name.
Work at the Scene is starting in a few days. Vanderbilt Magazine scheduled a photo shoot with me. I can now say that I've been in a magazine photo shoot. Because I'm so exotic and beautiful. Yep. That's it. I'm a looker. We can ignore the fact that they're merely taking a head shot, much like a yearbook picture, and pretend that they're flying me to Maui, dressing me in Prada or Gucci and draping a snake over me.
You know the age old debate over what makes something art? Who has the authority to say art is good or bad? Sometimes, it doesn't require an authority, it sucks all by itself.
Hehehe.
A trio of Missouri frat brothers loaded fireworks into a Civil-War era cannon Thursday - and nearly killed a group of visiting Chinese communists as a result. No, Really.
So last night I went to Sams. I like that bar. I had been to Sams before, but not in years. YEARS! I saw some girl who was in an English class with me freshman year. The one in which I met the brilliant Megan Clancy. It was the girl who stared at me with a look of pure astonishment when I said I found little merit in "Sex and the City." The horror! The horror!
I like White Russians. I am The Dude.
I started reading the Agatha Christie book Paul bought me. I don't know why I picked it over the "Lamb: The Story of Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal" book. So far it's living up to its Agatha Christie name.
Work at the Scene is starting in a few days. Vanderbilt Magazine scheduled a photo shoot with me. I can now say that I've been in a magazine photo shoot. Because I'm so exotic and beautiful. Yep. That's it. I'm a looker. We can ignore the fact that they're merely taking a head shot, much like a yearbook picture, and pretend that they're flying me to Maui, dressing me in Prada or Gucci and draping a snake over me.
You know the age old debate over what makes something art? Who has the authority to say art is good or bad? Sometimes, it doesn't require an authority, it sucks all by itself.
Hehehe.
A trio of Missouri frat brothers loaded fireworks into a Civil-War era cannon Thursday - and nearly killed a group of visiting Chinese communists as a result. No, Really.