Wait...didn't I graduate...?
Those of you who thought that Lauren's Pathetic Quest for Employment couldn't sink any lower than my mom asking the waiter at Spaghetti Factory for an application underestimated my desperation. On Saturday I spent 4 hours scraping moss off of a roof while listening to my uncle tell me stories of how he shoots woodpeckers off the side of his house.
Today had an extremely high concentration of SMA encounters. I think the phrase "When do you leave?" was uttered, oh, at least a couple thousand times. Highlights include Rosie screaming "MS. KELLY!" in the screechiest voice imaginable, trying to cram 16 of us into one Pizzicato booth, my token Asian friend Mimi leaping into my arms and me slapping her ass, and seeing Mr. Haster in his natural habitat. Fuck man...I sincerely hope the people at SU are as disresepctful of personal space and privacy as SMA chicks are, or I'm in big trouble.
OOooooohhh good times.
THE NEW SENIOR WALL IS FUGLY!
Today had an extremely high concentration of SMA encounters. I think the phrase "When do you leave?" was uttered, oh, at least a couple thousand times. Highlights include Rosie screaming "MS. KELLY!" in the screechiest voice imaginable, trying to cram 16 of us into one Pizzicato booth, my token Asian friend Mimi leaping into my arms and me slapping her ass, and seeing Mr. Haster in his natural habitat. Fuck man...I sincerely hope the people at SU are as disresepctful of personal space and privacy as SMA chicks are, or I'm in big trouble.
OOooooohhh good times.
THE NEW SENIOR WALL IS FUGLY!