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| ( September 19th, 2004 - 7:00 PM )
eyehawkdad (6:10:05 PM): you there?
Auto response from meg82586 (6:10:05 PM): cowles!
eyehawkdad (6:11:19 PM): do you eat them? do you play with them? Are cowles something you have to clean up from the barn floor after milking ?
eyehawkdad (6:11:23 PM): Love Dad | | |
| ( September 19th, 2004 - 11:25 AM )
Just finished interviewing for the position of UC; I'm sworn to secrecy until the results are announced sometime at the end of this week. I hope it turns out well... it'd be a sweet job.
Molly, I'm really, really, really sorry for contributing to confusion. Really.
Yeah.
Last night was interesting; got pretty drunk at the High Street party then did lots of hanging out with some old friends and some new. Note to self: with definite exceptions, generally boys rock and girls suck. Especially the girl who might as well be the ringleader from Mean Girls.
Speaking of drunk, Saturday night was awful. Seriously. I remembered whilst puking the reason I frown so disdainfully upon bitch drinks: it's because (1) they have a tendency to be wasteful of time and tasty chaser material, (2) they seldom mask the alcohol, and (3) when they do mask the alcohol, you're fucked.
And boy, was I fucked.
Hard liquor-- namely vodka-- is brilliantly talented at erasing my memory of drunken events. It's weird because beer traditionally has the opposite effect; I can generally remember tons and tons of keg party shit that everyone else has forgotten. But the point here is, after an evening of consuming probably as many shots worth of vodka as I had Bacardi back in March, I'm done with the shit. No more. Or if more, I've got a 6-ounce limit and it's set in stone.
So I've just gotten into the groove of classes and things, and it turns out it's prospie season already. Who invited them all out so early? I think there should be a rule that if there are going to be prospies, I get one-- and a fun one, too. Maybe Thursday night we'll get assigned a Chicago Bus Tripper. That'd be sweet.
Quotes of the evening:
"Just make sure you don't.. get.. out-confidenced."
"You're the female JST!"
"I've gotta go find my girl Brianne.."
"You're in my fucking German class!"
"I would totally make out with [Sir Ernest] Shackleton."
Alright-- that is all. Much love to Jan for providing a room when mine was full and [bassbeer] and [kegbeer1] for an evening much better than the one before it. Shunning and shame to Canada for breaking rules and leaving me hanging.
In all fairness though, everything turned out fine. | | |
| ( September 16th, 2004 - 1:36 AM )
What a pleasant few days it's been! Last night Brianne and I adopted Ben Cohn's prospie, a nice cross-country runner from southwestern Washington state named Cory. We drank some Miller High Life on the Rawson loggia, watched some All-Star football, and generally frolicked around on Mac Field for awhile thereafter. Today I woke up, went to class, took a nap, then ate dinner and went to a lot of debate meetings.
Speaking of which, Jan and I finally got our first practice round in today! We were gov under the resolution "This house will up-end the system" v. Walter and Will, two first-years with forensics backgrounds. After writing up a needlessly complex version of NMD, we charged to victory over arguments like "Plan does NOTHING if Brazil is the country enacting it!" and "Is that what I said? Is it?!" We're definitely taking some time to knock off a bunch of rust, but once things get going they'll be going great.
Quote-of-the-evening: "Brad Pit... basically looks just like me. I mean, he may be more attractive, but we pretty much look the same." -Brian Lawson
And now, my much anticipated Rules for Dating at Grinnell!
1) I shall not kiss or otherwise hook up with persons of a male persuasion the first night that I meet them.
2) I shall remember at all times that emptiness tends to suck, and that divisiveness is akin to sketchiness.
3) Two or more creepy lines and the night shall be over.
4) Boticelli.
5) What happens behind closed doors shall stay behind closed doors unless I decide to open them.
6) No smoking.
7) No Greeks.
8) No Jan.
9) No lone moustaches or scratchy faces.
10) No trains.
Suggestions? Comments? | | |
| ( September 13th, 2004 - 10:06 AM )
This one's for you, Lawson: http://www.askmen.com/love/love_tip_60/67_love_tip.html
Already my Monday has been made. Got up and went to breakfast for the first time with a freshly shorn Jan, received my voter registration card and the most wonderful letter in the world from Katie Meyer at Luther College, and tried on the new glasses my dad and his girls sent me from the office in Topeka. Life's simple pleasures are fucking great.
Brianne: a few things.
1) Belligerents.
2) How many proverbial asses does Political Science need in a day?
3) I've got a great idea! We should share some rum and then hang out with your floormates. ([bacardir], you owe me one... don't let me down here.)
My darling Calculus,
Next time you sneak up on me intending to kick my ass, please leave your unnecessarily convoluted trig identities at home.
Love,
Megan.
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| ( September 12th, 2004 - 8:22 PM )
Now now now, Kluever... no need to get defensive! You're right to some extent: perhaps it was rude to have labelled all of the comments listed as "Sketchy Lines Boys Use with Hopes We'll Go Home With Them" instead of "Sketchy Lines Boys Use with Hopes We'll Go Home With Them or Engage in Other Sexual Activities to Help Them Get Off While in No Way Achieving Any Sort of Personal Gratification." Despite my inaccuracy, somehow I think most of our readers got the jist of things.
In unrelated news, I spent part of this afternoon watching Fahrenheit 911, which I thought was not only unnecessarily lengthy and boring but also distinctly one-sided without disclaimer. Don't get me wrong here... I like politics. And [bushge2] can kiss my ass. But you know what? So can Michael Moore.
Finally, I think it is noteworthy that (1) psychotic ex-girlfriends, (2) judgmental, embittered ex-boyfriends, and (3) girls with low self esteem suck.
But don't worry, guys. I have my skateboard. | | |
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