| so Veruca Salt (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory) just came in the Gift Shop...well, her name was Veronica, but she acted the same. Man kids scare me, I hope I have children like Charlie, same hair and everything.
update on everything noteworthy. we won our coed volleyball game last night, making Freshly Baked's (yes, that's my team name...) record (including last year) 1-5. Pathetic, but at least we get to advance to the tourney. Teachers are ridiculous. I was looking forward to slacking off Tuesday-the rest of this week because I had no reading assignments in my classes. My excellent time management skills told me: you can procrastinate what is due Tuesday and sleep the rest of the week ALL YOU WANT and work (where I am now) extra hours. So, I stay up practially all night Tuesday...and then TWO of my classes assigned extremely long readings. Now I can't read because i am tired and fall asleep after like a page and i cant sleep because i have to read and i am getting sick to top it off. GRRrrrr.... why can't they leave me alone? I can buy alcohol now. halloween is almost here and i can't wait...i get to dress up, i get to party, legally, i get to travel, and...who knows what else  there are some men's boxers here that have a picture of a fish on the butt and it says "Nice Bass", they crack me up. I'm going to buy them. My birthday was AMAZING. I almost got arrested again though...oops. Turns out passing somebody an ID that is not theirs right in front of a cop is very noticeable, and not a good idea. But it was her sisters, and it was only to get into the bars, not to drink, what's wrong with that, honestly? Good thing cops homogenize Nicaraguan Americans. I don't prefer hairy necks. Back to the birthday. I had a drunk epiphany. Hey, I'm allowed to be drunk on my 21st birthday. It was almost time to go home and I was sitting in my neighbor's Brian and Brian's apartment curled up on the recliner with an afghan over my head when I had what is best described as a nightmare, although i wasn't asleep. Someone was waiting for me in my bedroom. it was realistic and i started crying...out of fear...as if i were going to get physically attacked, even though that's not why the person was there. soon i realized it wasn't true and stopped crying although im sure those moments i was crying were very uncomfortable for brian and brian...poor guys, they will never understand us. anyways, my vision helped me see things how they really are and what they told me was very explict. i should get drunk more often??? just kidding. thanks to everyone who made it a great night, those of you who were there, those of you who weren't, and those of you who were only there by definiton.
i guess that's enough for now. or more than enough...oh well. |
