All right, so I'm just a little bit of a dumbass. I post this thing about comments and all that rot... and then I don't comment. Oh yeah. I love being fucking hypocritical. But I have an excuse!
No. Not really.
But I figure that I'll try to make up for it now with some kickass blogging followed by some kickass commenting. I shall now speed through what I remember of the time interval that you have no heard from my sonorous voice.
Well, I went to my aunt's house last weekend. It was Parents' Weekend over this way, where all the kids whose parents live within one thousand miles of DC have their parents come and visit. I definitely preferred hanging out with my aunt.
Her boyfriend-thing (I'm not sure what to call him, really) Carl was there too. And he's quite cool as well. The three of us really had a good time that weekend, which we filled up with very little when I come to think of it--all we did was go to the restaurant that my aunt's ex-husband (or my ex-uncle?) owns and watched The Motorcycle Diaries (which featured the lead fellow from Y Tu Mama Tambien as Che Guevara). It's the only movie I've seen recently, but it was definitely worth going to. Cantay says WATCH, BITCHES.
So that weekend was cool; did lots of chillaxing. Then I came back to school and got back into frantic mode.
Tuesday was lots of fun, though, I must say. It was Late Night with the President where all the freshman halls get together and try to win a free dinner for themselves with the school's president by bringing in the largest proportion of residents.
But before any of that actually started, there was a bit of a fiasco.
In Lafayette (the name of my hall) we have one elevator, and it's quite small. We often attempt to cram as many people as we can in there (I think the record is 11 for an elevator that's about the size of two telephone booths) because we all love each other and it's great fun.
Well, this Late Night with the President thing was at the Marvin Center, which is this very large building that everything seems to take place in. We had to head up to the fifth floor.
There were a lot of us waiting for one of three elevators. When one came, everyone rushed towards it. These elevators were much larger than the one we had in Lafayette, so we were very excited to try to set an impossible record at the Marvin Center. I was one of the first ones in, so I got squished back to the wall, but even so I, along with just about everyone else, encouraged as many people as possible to get in.
It was great, let me tell you.
Until the elevator started slowly moving down before the doors fully closed. That was kind of scary. It really didn't help that we were packed in there like sardines.
Needless to say, we soon settled safely at the bottom of the elevator shaft, but we were trapped for somewhere between fifteen and thirty minutes--I really don't know which it was because I hadn't the ability to look at my watch.
I recommend that you guys never try to do that. It kind of got extremely hot and this one fellow said "SHUT UP!" every five seconds or so. Not too pleasant.
It was great when the fire department came, though. They broke us out pretty quickly and we all climbed out. One fellow waited back and counted everyone as they came out. There were 31 of us in there, all from Lafayette, thankfully.
Sadly, we didn't win the competition for free food when we got up to the 5th floor. It wasn't because we were late (we actually had left our hall really early), just because damn Mitchell Hall was somehow able to scrounge up a large proportion of its population.
But it was fun. I got to use my cheerleader skills again as I screamed along with about seven other guys that were trying to be very loud. Chants of "GPA not STDs" and "It's not Woodstock" (the Mitchellians had brought a band) still ring through my mind, and I can still feel the pain in my throat that lasted until Thursday. I also got a very strange, gruff voice because of that. Much lower and much sexier than my normal voice, apparently. It's gone now, though. I think I want it back.
Wednesday was pretty uneventful, except for the fact that I missed my Comparative Politics class.
I'd set my alarm for 8:05, and it woke me up at 8:05. I turned it off and stayed in bed for a second to get my bearings. When I turned around to check my clock again, it was 10:21. I went ahead and slept through to about 12:20, which was probably for the best, really. I had a 5-7 page paper that was due the next day for my Proseminar. I stayed up until 3:30 finishing it up. I doubt I would have managed what little coherence I had if I were more sleep-deprived.
And I just got back from my only class of the day, which was Microeconomics. Normally I have Comparative Politics in the morning, but the professor is conducting a symposium that lasts more or less the whole day. So I haven't had any Comparative Politics this week. Which sort of sucks cause I like that class.
Oh, and there's a very funky smell in the little hallway from which you can get to my room or my suitemates' room. We're not entirely sure what it is--it sort of smells like rancid butter. And burning incense only makes it much worse. Thankfully, a girl from the 8th floor was kind enough to give us her Oust! air sanitizer stuff, so we're using that.
And that's all I've got for now. I really don't like it when I feel obligated to sum up events so quickly and so poorly as I did now, but alas... this happens when you do not blog.
Ah well, good day my little cockroaches. Hasta la byebye.
No. Not really.
But I figure that I'll try to make up for it now with some kickass blogging followed by some kickass commenting. I shall now speed through what I remember of the time interval that you have no heard from my sonorous voice.
Well, I went to my aunt's house last weekend. It was Parents' Weekend over this way, where all the kids whose parents live within one thousand miles of DC have their parents come and visit. I definitely preferred hanging out with my aunt.
Her boyfriend-thing (I'm not sure what to call him, really) Carl was there too. And he's quite cool as well. The three of us really had a good time that weekend, which we filled up with very little when I come to think of it--all we did was go to the restaurant that my aunt's ex-husband (or my ex-uncle?) owns and watched The Motorcycle Diaries (which featured the lead fellow from Y Tu Mama Tambien as Che Guevara). It's the only movie I've seen recently, but it was definitely worth going to. Cantay says WATCH, BITCHES.
So that weekend was cool; did lots of chillaxing. Then I came back to school and got back into frantic mode.
Tuesday was lots of fun, though, I must say. It was Late Night with the President where all the freshman halls get together and try to win a free dinner for themselves with the school's president by bringing in the largest proportion of residents.
But before any of that actually started, there was a bit of a fiasco.
In Lafayette (the name of my hall) we have one elevator, and it's quite small. We often attempt to cram as many people as we can in there (I think the record is 11 for an elevator that's about the size of two telephone booths) because we all love each other and it's great fun.
Well, this Late Night with the President thing was at the Marvin Center, which is this very large building that everything seems to take place in. We had to head up to the fifth floor.
There were a lot of us waiting for one of three elevators. When one came, everyone rushed towards it. These elevators were much larger than the one we had in Lafayette, so we were very excited to try to set an impossible record at the Marvin Center. I was one of the first ones in, so I got squished back to the wall, but even so I, along with just about everyone else, encouraged as many people as possible to get in.
It was great, let me tell you.
Until the elevator started slowly moving down before the doors fully closed. That was kind of scary. It really didn't help that we were packed in there like sardines.
Needless to say, we soon settled safely at the bottom of the elevator shaft, but we were trapped for somewhere between fifteen and thirty minutes--I really don't know which it was because I hadn't the ability to look at my watch.
I recommend that you guys never try to do that. It kind of got extremely hot and this one fellow said "SHUT UP!" every five seconds or so. Not too pleasant.
It was great when the fire department came, though. They broke us out pretty quickly and we all climbed out. One fellow waited back and counted everyone as they came out. There were 31 of us in there, all from Lafayette, thankfully.
Sadly, we didn't win the competition for free food when we got up to the 5th floor. It wasn't because we were late (we actually had left our hall really early), just because damn Mitchell Hall was somehow able to scrounge up a large proportion of its population.
But it was fun. I got to use my cheerleader skills again as I screamed along with about seven other guys that were trying to be very loud. Chants of "GPA not STDs" and "It's not Woodstock" (the Mitchellians had brought a band) still ring through my mind, and I can still feel the pain in my throat that lasted until Thursday. I also got a very strange, gruff voice because of that. Much lower and much sexier than my normal voice, apparently. It's gone now, though. I think I want it back.
Wednesday was pretty uneventful, except for the fact that I missed my Comparative Politics class.
I'd set my alarm for 8:05, and it woke me up at 8:05. I turned it off and stayed in bed for a second to get my bearings. When I turned around to check my clock again, it was 10:21. I went ahead and slept through to about 12:20, which was probably for the best, really. I had a 5-7 page paper that was due the next day for my Proseminar. I stayed up until 3:30 finishing it up. I doubt I would have managed what little coherence I had if I were more sleep-deprived.
And I just got back from my only class of the day, which was Microeconomics. Normally I have Comparative Politics in the morning, but the professor is conducting a symposium that lasts more or less the whole day. So I haven't had any Comparative Politics this week. Which sort of sucks cause I like that class.
Oh, and there's a very funky smell in the little hallway from which you can get to my room or my suitemates' room. We're not entirely sure what it is--it sort of smells like rancid butter. And burning incense only makes it much worse. Thankfully, a girl from the 8th floor was kind enough to give us her Oust! air sanitizer stuff, so we're using that.
And that's all I've got for now. I really don't like it when I feel obligated to sum up events so quickly and so poorly as I did now, but alas... this happens when you do not blog.
Ah well, good day my little cockroaches. Hasta la byebye.
2 Comments:
At 22 October, 2004 23:29,
Eric said…
I just told you this, but I really want to see that movie. It looks really beautiful, poetic or something. Like Y Tu Mama, even. But anyway, that elevator incident is hilarious!
At 28 October, 2004 15:49,
Concerned Citizen said…
omg too funny with the elevator.
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