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So today started out on a bitchy note thanks to Packer's stupid lateness policy (marking me late coming in at 8:48 when I'm supposed to get there at 8:45 in order to get to a 9:00 class? Uh-uh, I don't think so) and an English paper that was refusing to get itself written.
But then...How I found out about this is a long and confusing tale, so suffice it to say that I got into NYU. I am in college. I am in a college that I really like.
So now I don't have to worry, because if I don't get into my harder-to-get-into schools I still have a place I'll be happy to go!
Holy crap, wat een heerlijk dag!
So yeah. And then, I went to Emily's, where she pointed out to Elizabeth and I that Daniel Radcliffe looks like Hitler on the back of the DVD cover (he DOES, it's terrifying) and we watched THE MAKING OF LORD VOLDEMORT where Ralph Fiennes moved with his wand in quite a...uhh...laughable fashion. And they said something about his nose and a cock.
AND THEN Emily and I went to Teresa's, and I shall proceed to write things no one will understand. THE WAITRESS--> oh, lord, they had the most adorable waitress, I wanted to marry her. drifting eyes and ketchup borrowing and carpet-munchers and pickles and pickle-munchers and ugly bearded men with large glasses and the guy with the weird voice and the "Dutch" waiter and the absence of the cute waiter (no!) and "Nimeni on Emily, olen kadentoistalla...minus one!" and "I'd like the check and more!" and the guy who was smoking outside the door and the near-inability to keep liquids in and laughing so hard we murdered our throats and...
...and then we rented PRIME, and oh god it was so good but with such an unsatisfying ending! And oh, Uma is lovely, and the guy was SO CUTE, and the family was impressively Jewish. Plus, the movie had one of the best lines I've heard this year, "His penis is so cute I wanted to knit it a hat!" I also loved the beer-drinking cat, and uh...boobs...as always, and...
...and then we had conversations that ranged from the insane (at one point I had to get up and run around the room because I was laughing too hard to stay sitting. la fou rire, perhaps.) to the deep (the meaning of life, and friendship and maturity.) "Feenish!" "Norwegian fish!" and deep dark secret round 3...I will forever turn bizzare colors when I am embarassed, ugh, and "Je licke mes fingers" and pickle-kicking and of course, bashing of various people I used to have crushes on, because that's just so satisfying sometimes. What's not satisfying is having a crap short-term memory and forgetting half the good stuff.
So I still can't breathe. But I'm in college. And it's spring break. And tonight I was HAPPY. GOODNIGHT, my norwegian fish.
But then...How I found out about this is a long and confusing tale, so suffice it to say that I got into NYU. I am in college. I am in a college that I really like.
So now I don't have to worry, because if I don't get into my harder-to-get-into schools I still have a place I'll be happy to go!
Holy crap, wat een heerlijk dag!
So yeah. And then, I went to Emily's, where she pointed out to Elizabeth and I that Daniel Radcliffe looks like Hitler on the back of the DVD cover (he DOES, it's terrifying) and we watched THE MAKING OF LORD VOLDEMORT where Ralph Fiennes moved with his wand in quite a...uhh...laughable fashion. And they said something about his nose and a cock.
AND THEN Emily and I went to Teresa's, and I shall proceed to write things no one will understand. THE WAITRESS--> oh, lord, they had the most adorable waitress, I wanted to marry her. drifting eyes and ketchup borrowing and carpet-munchers and pickles and pickle-munchers and ugly bearded men with large glasses and the guy with the weird voice and the "Dutch" waiter and the absence of the cute waiter (no!) and "Nimeni on Emily, olen kadentoistalla...minus one!" and "I'd like the check and more!" and the guy who was smoking outside the door and the near-inability to keep liquids in and laughing so hard we murdered our throats and...
...and then we rented PRIME, and oh god it was so good but with such an unsatisfying ending! And oh, Uma is lovely, and the guy was SO CUTE, and the family was impressively Jewish. Plus, the movie had one of the best lines I've heard this year, "His penis is so cute I wanted to knit it a hat!" I also loved the beer-drinking cat, and uh...boobs...as always, and...
...and then we had conversations that ranged from the insane (at one point I had to get up and run around the room because I was laughing too hard to stay sitting. la fou rire, perhaps.) to the deep (the meaning of life, and friendship and maturity.) "Feenish!" "Norwegian fish!" and deep dark secret round 3...I will forever turn bizzare colors when I am embarassed, ugh, and "Je licke mes fingers" and pickle-kicking and of course, bashing of various people I used to have crushes on, because that's just so satisfying sometimes. What's not satisfying is having a crap short-term memory and forgetting half the good stuff.
So I still can't breathe. But I'm in college. And it's spring break. And tonight I was HAPPY. GOODNIGHT, my norwegian fish.
