Any College Student

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Global warming, global depression to follow

Oh my goodness... global warming, doom. Who wants to move to another solar system? *sigh* Let's thank our parents for handing this generation an earth that can't support us.

Friday, January 19, 2007

Where have I been? Where will I be? These are questions. (That last one was a sentence)

I had surgery. And now I can walk! (I could also walk before the surgery, so it's not that big of a miracle...)

My birthday is tomorrow. Guess how old I am? I'm 20 years, 364 days old.

But I just had surgery I seem to be friends with munchkins or something, so I wouldn't be able to go clubbing anyway. Instead, I'm forcing my family (mom, stepdad, aunt, uncle) to take me to a nice dinner where I can throw back cocktails like no one's business (especially yours).

I then fly back to school the following morning (hangover flight?). Fortunately, I signed up for wheelchair assistance. I hope my wheeler is hot.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

OR's birthday

Last night it was OR (old roommate)'s birthday celebration. We sat around in my room with HP (heterophobe), S, and a couple others. We smoked a couple bowls and then went over to a friend's to smoke some more.

I know I was high, and thus lazy, but even when I am not high I am so much lazier than my friends are when they ARE high. This is kind of sad and I would work on it... but... it sounds kind of hard.

I think OR would be mad if she knew that her name on my blog is OR, because she's so proud of her home state... and her home state is not Oregon. She finally confided in me that she thinks there's something wrong with her because she's so afraid to go out with boys. She was set up on a blind double date with her friends and some guy, and she's freaking out about it. But not in the "what should I wear" way. She just complains about his looks (based on 1 facebook picture) and uses other comments that reveal her bias against having a good time.

I got in an argument with OR when I tried to explain that it would be scary for me to "fall" in economic class. It's just me being honest. If you're used to having a car per person and the ability to fly around to visit your family for the holidays, and your career doesn't allow you to maintain that lifestyle... it's kind of scary. It's not something a lot of people talk about, and I thought it was a pretty brave thing to say in an environment where nobody talks about money. But instead of being receptive at all, she basically made me feel like a rich spoiled brat (which I am not) by saying "I don't know what you're talking about" and "That shouldn't bother people." I'm sure my parents have more money than hers, but we aren't personally in a vastly different economic position. (I have about the same amount of $ in my bank account and have to support myself just like she does)

So... not really an amusing post.

Friday, December 01, 2006


So I just found out yesterday that I got my dream internship for next semester! :) I could be famous yet!

More posts soon.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Real words are SO lame

Can't I write a paper like I write IMs? No one told me my college education was supposed to teach me how to write in proper English!!

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Drunk people don't spill

In the state where you've had enough alcohol, but somehow feel desperate for just one more drink, I triumphantly walked to the table in my host's living room, which was garnished with a bottle or two of liquor and some exciting mixers (cream soda?! sooo exciting).

I skillfully poured about a shot into a cup, then reached for the cream soda. My back turned to the vodka, I suddenly felt a freezing cold liquid spill on my skirt. I swung around, angry. "What the fuck?!!! Who spilled this on me?" I looked at the closest logical person, my roommate. She looked confused.


"Someone spilled the vodka on me! What the hell!"

"Um, it wasn't me."

"Okay, then who was it?" I looked around. The roommate was the closest person to the table, and she was sitting down about 2 feet away.

... I still swear I didn't do it.


Monday, November 06, 2006

For a stonking time, call...

At the weekly staff meeting today, our British boss patiently listened to a report on the ratings for the SciFi channel, then responded:

"That's really stonking news."

There was a pause, and then a voice: "That means good, right?"