Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
I saw Laurel on the way to class and we had a chat. She’s going down to Florida around Christmas as well, except she’s staying down all the way thru New Years. I suppose it’s only fair, since she’ll be with family and she already spent the Eve with friends at Drexel last year. Still, i couldn’t help but feel a little sad, since that means New Years won’t be a tradition like i was hoping it would be.
by krisis
The reason i had been putting off my German History paper for so long is because i just don’t feel like i know enough to write it. In fact, i am extremely attentive in that class and take incredibly comprehensive notes, but the scope of the paper (1900-1933) makes me feel as though i’ll certainly be missing out on some important details. So, i first missed the initially turn-in date, but everyone knows that this professor always allows a weekend for late papers without taking anything off. Monday rolled around as the new due date, and i still lacked a completed paper, so i skipped class (a mistake; missing a day of notes is not worth the exchange for the embarrassment of not having a paper to turn in, and i could have reasoned with my professor). So, now i’m turning in my paper over a week after its original due date, and it isn’t any better for all the time i’ve been putting it off. I got an 88% on the first paper, which should give me every reason to think i’m gonna kick this one’s ass, but i’m still deathly afraid of it even as i write the first two pages effortlessly. *fear*
by krisis
How i can tell i’m in college: i walked into my kitchen looking to raid the fridge, but before i made it that far i saw a two hour-old piece of pizza and thought to myself “that is exactly what i want right now,” despite the fact that i have about five pounds of various thanksgiving leftovers in my fridge. Yep, college is all about the room-temperature pizza. Mmmmm.
by krisis
Meanwhile, i had to wake up at 9am this morning to attend a “balloon training” to prepare me for my service in the Philadelphia Boscov’s Thanksgiving Day Parade (older than the New York one, i might add). A bunch of Pi Nu Epsilon people volunteered to carry a balloon, and we got Rocky of Rocky & Bullwinkle! And he’s “parade element #69!” Yeah, we’re pretty juvenile. Of course, we were a hell of a lot more collected than the Union members and various white trash that were also there today. Most of them couldn’t figure out how to arrange themselves beneath the balloon, and nearly killed us in line for lunch. There was one of those redundant loops in the line which really just caused more entanglement and frustration, so when PiNu got to the loop we stopped and waited for the loop to clear so we could have a straight line. Of course, this meant that the 30 or so people behind us had to stand still for about 15 minutes (though, since they weren’t in the loop they could observe what was going on in the line, instead of being shoved into a corner). The snappish little bitch at the head of that section was convinced we had stopped short to let more people in front of us, and repeatedly tried to insist that students taking the elevator’s up to their design studios were in fact trying to cut in line. Finally, the loop evaporated, and we stepped forward into the newly straightened line, at while point the entirety of the people behind us rushed forward to fill the loop that we had just eliminated, somehow equating their needless movement to getting closer to the food. Which, trust me, they weren’t.
by krisis
About an hour later i had $1.10 in my underwear. Also, i’ve never had my nipples pinched by so many people in one night. But, i digress…. apparently one of the ways not to come on to a good friend of at least a year is to ask her how much she’d want for a lap dance ($20), and then fish that out of your pocket and put it in your mouth. The only response i got was “Peter, take that out of your mouth, do you know where that’s been?” Speaking of which, that dime wound up somewhere other than my underwear at the end of the night, but i was forced to retrieve it myself.