February 26, 2005
I'm not as think as you drunk I am...
hee. I'm drunk. Drunk enough that I was putting pennies down Katie's shirt.
Rachel is miffed at me 'cause I didn't want to go to walmart, but it's late and I feel wiggly and I need to drink a lot of water now. For fixing the alcohol in my system. ::giggle::
Mmm, amaretto Sours. Though I didn't realize Bethie was driving with the parking break on for a while, which isn't great. But enh, it's probably fine.
The Dukum was So. Damn. Loud. Oh my god.
And I am so fucking drunk.
February 21, 2005
you're a mean one, sodexhodor....
Sodexho continues to amuse me.
There is a woman who works there - a student, I believe - and one day they had roast chicken for dinner. With any sort of chicken sodexho serves, there are two kinds of pieces: dark meat, which consists of a leg and a thigh attatched, and white meat, which is a breast and a wing.
This night that they had roast chicken, I looked over at the woman when she asked me what I want and I said:
"The chicken. White meat, please."
She stared at me.
"Uh - what?"
"White meat?" I tried again. She looked at me, and then at the pile of chicken, and grabbed a leg and thich and plopped them on my plate. I stared at her for a second, and the woman working next to her burst into laughter.
"You don't know what white meat is!?"
As I walked away, I heard the woman saying defensively so what if she didn't know?
Truman State University, ladies and gentlemen.
February 05, 2005
shaking me up
Something odd happened to me today during lunch.
I was sitting by myself, intent on my Kansas City Star and enjoying a very tasty omelette when it happened. This girl came up and asked if she could sit down.
I was startled - this isn't normal. There were lots of empty tables. But I said sure, and I set down my newspaper. I glanced at it several times, and then she introduced herself and asked how my weekend was going. Good? What were my plans for the rest of it.
And she was off: Conversation about lots of things, roommates, dorms, majors...and the whole time I couldn't get over how weird it was.
After I finished my food, we were still talking, and I was still bewildered. What the hell was going on? I honestly didn't know what to do with the whole situation.
Her friend came over from another table, and the girl told her friend that they needed to talk about something. Except the girl was going to leave right after lunch to go back to her house in another town, so I figured I would do the polite thing.
"Well, why don't you go sit with them?" I said. "Cause I'm finished."
She gave me a look that was sort of sad and upset, like she felt she'd messed something up. And then she smiled, and I wished her a happy birthday (cause it's on Tuesday, happy birthday lunchroom girl) and then I left.
In the elevator, I started giggling. I still don't know what to do with that. It goes against so many of the social 'rules' that I've been functioning under.
Which makes me think...what's wrong with me, that I'm so confused by a cheery impulse like that, to sit with a stranger and make conversation? Shouldn't I be ready for that? Why does it throw me? Do I need to take a step back and look at my life and...fix something that's lacking?
Or was it a genuinely weird thing? I don't know.
February 02, 2005
post-hiatus apologies
So, I suck. I do, I know, I do. Though at least I've been online. Unlike some people. Who are always gone.
And yet, I fully admit my suckage.
Moving on: I'm getting visitors this month! This makes me very very happy. So happy that I'm cleaning my room. And got my bangs cut. And various other things like that to make myself presentable. Squee! I get to see my people! Whooo!
That's pretty much the only thing going on here, sadly. The 'Ville is way boring without all the people who made it interesting. Hopefully, the U of M will fix that.
::crosses fingers::