edited @ 7:23 Nov. 22 to say: Aaaargh! Look at Absinthe!!!!! Comment on her!!!! She's the best person ever!
Interesting day. mostly good. At the very least, I seem to be getting over my bizarre sickness. Plus, I had someone to cuddle with and watch cartoons with this morning. That's always a good way to spend a Sunday morning. At about 1:00, Absinthe came by and the three of us went and got waffles and talked about world domination. Absinthe and I are always wearing big, fluffy coats, so we think that we should become bioterrorists (but obviously NOT REALLY). We're so innocent looking that surely no one would ever suspect. Mostly we just want to have a big map that we point at with extendable poking sticks while laughing threateningly. mwah-ha-ha-ha. and we want to be famous. This is clearly the best way to accomplish both of these goals.
After awhile, we went up the hill and got a bubble tea, but, sacrilege of sacrileges, Absinthe suggested that we get a HOT tea with bubbles! Well, I never! Yeah, it tasted weird. I don't approve. Learn from our mistake. eew. At least we got off campus though. That's the important part.
In the evening, I boarded a bus and took the trek out to my interview, which took place at an obscenely cute coffeshop. On the bus over, I sat by a man who told me many interesting facts about owning an albino python and why the newer version of "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" is the best thing ever. Eh, I like to be entertained on the bus and he wasn't being creepy, so I encouraged him. Because of the damn-ass bus system I arrived about 30 minutes early. The first thing that I noticed upon arriving was that there were several very attractive girls sitting around looking apprehensively at the clock every few minutes or so. After about 10 minutes, I decided that enough was enough and I asked them if they were there for the same meeting. They were and so we all began talking. Well, mostly it was me talking and asking them questions. I felt like a camp counselor. Damn it, I always talk too much when I'm nervous. The interview itself was fairly painless. I felt like I answered the questions honestly and without too much lameosity, and I was pretty much the only girl to ask any questions. The only thing that really sucks is that now I'm back to waiting again . Oh well, at least I got millions of back tickles from Jen once I got back on campus. Thank you very much and goodnight.
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Interesting day. mostly good. At the very least, I seem to be getting over my bizarre sickness. Plus, I had someone to cuddle with and watch cartoons with this morning. That's always a good way to spend a Sunday morning. At about 1:00, Absinthe came by and the three of us went and got waffles and talked about world domination. Absinthe and I are always wearing big, fluffy coats, so we think that we should become bioterrorists (but obviously NOT REALLY). We're so innocent looking that surely no one would ever suspect. Mostly we just want to have a big map that we point at with extendable poking sticks while laughing threateningly. mwah-ha-ha-ha. and we want to be famous. This is clearly the best way to accomplish both of these goals.
After awhile, we went up the hill and got a bubble tea, but, sacrilege of sacrileges, Absinthe suggested that we get a HOT tea with bubbles! Well, I never! Yeah, it tasted weird. I don't approve. Learn from our mistake. eew. At least we got off campus though. That's the important part.
In the evening, I boarded a bus and took the trek out to my interview, which took place at an obscenely cute coffeshop. On the bus over, I sat by a man who told me many interesting facts about owning an albino python and why the newer version of "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" is the best thing ever. Eh, I like to be entertained on the bus and he wasn't being creepy, so I encouraged him. Because of the damn-ass bus system I arrived about 30 minutes early. The first thing that I noticed upon arriving was that there were several very attractive girls sitting around looking apprehensively at the clock every few minutes or so. After about 10 minutes, I decided that enough was enough and I asked them if they were there for the same meeting. They were and so we all began talking. Well, mostly it was me talking and asking them questions. I felt like a camp counselor. Damn it, I always talk too much when I'm nervous. The interview itself was fairly painless. I felt like I answered the questions honestly and without too much lameosity, and I was pretty much the only girl to ask any questions. The only thing that really sucks is that now I'm back to waiting again . Oh well, at least I got millions of back tickles from Jen once I got back on campus. Thank you very much and goodnight.
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So it appears you attend Reed. My friend's girlfriend goes there. We had a pre-Thanksgiving party on Sunday at my friend's house. The girlfriend brought two Reed cronies. They all might study chemistry, too. There were five of my buddies also in attendance who had all graduated the same year from Mac High. See, the noose is ever tightening.
I read Weetzie Bat for the first time in library school.