Not literally... but it is fucking raining my nuts off. (I hope noone is reading this over my shoulder in the comp lab).
I walked less than three blocks from my house on Grant St to the bus stop outside Nelsons and got so fucking wet it's unbelievable. My jeans are a shade darker and giving me the shivers. Also, I recently discovered my jacket is in fact a windbreaker and not water-resistant. After I attend the Writing and Transition Conference (Fairhaven req) at one, I'm high-tailing it to REI to buy a bitchin rain jacket on my credit card. Woot woot! As I'm sitting in class trying not to think about how uncomfortable it will be to deal with wearing soaking wet jeans for the next four hours, my teacher says "It's supposed to be unusually wet this year", I think "fuck this man." Yeah its pretty crazy.
Speaking of class, have either of you ever had class in College Hall? That place is confusing as FUCK! It's totally the building I would imagine in one of those weird never-ending hallway dreams. Lots of half- flours. Right out of Wayside School.
As you've probably guessed by now (with a little help from the second sentence of this post), I am in the computer lab, Student Technology Center to be specific, listening to Supertramp / Bruce Springsteen / Gorillaz and just dicking around.
Speaking of music, Jessie I have to tell you this before I forget... Prince's 7 is the fucking SONG these days in the B'ham bars, thanks to me. I play it on every goddamn juke-box I can, and Nick and Rob just can't get enough of it. I have a feeling that every time we go in to Caps (which is quite frequent, I was there twice yesterday), the bartenders think "Oh God no. It's those fucking Prince kids again." But we don't give a shit and we rock to it like there's no tomorrow. Friday night all the Roosevelt boys were up for a visit (Josh, Derek, Aaron C, Devin, Ram) and we went to the Calalloo/Ranch Room after a bomb ass dinner from Andrew (duh). Ram and Josh got dreeeeezed from drinking bourbon or something on the rocks all night... I ended up spending most of the night with Nick (not Glomb... some guy I used to have a huuuge crush on... Abby I think you used to think he was a tranny or something. He looks half-asian, used to have a sumo-like bun on top of his head. He's pretty HOTT) and his friend (who incidentally was my neighbor on Indian St... we shat the shit for a while about how tight Fiona was) at the bar laughing until our guts hurt. I know that sounds cheesy, but it was really so much fun, probably some of the most fun I've had at the bars so far (second only to Karaoke, Abs). ANYWAY, Josh/Aaron/Ram/Derek/Devin/Nick G/Jen/etc had been at the Shoe the whole night and as they were leaving at the end I decided to leave too so Nick at I could walk home together (hang on, I swear I'm getting somewhere with this story) but as I was leaving, drunk-ass Nick came back in and was like: "Where're you going?!" and I said "I thought we were leaving!" and he said "Hell no I'm staying! Let's drink more!" and precisely at that moment they turned the lights on. Five minutes later, all the chairs are put up on the tables, the bar has stopped serving and is closed, there are only a few stragglers left behind sitting around, and then there's me and Nick, dancing our fucking tails off to 7. It was a great moment and I wish you could've been there. We sang Prince the whole way home. Classy.
And speaking of CLASSY... last night after RBR Josephine, Julia, Nick, Jake and I sat around the dinner table sipping on Peppermint Schnapps (Whiskey for Jake) and smoking cigarettes. Then we watched about four episodes of MXC (Most Extreme Elimination Challenge) and smoked more butts. Fucking awesome.
Miss the shit outta you ladies!! I have to split now... meeting Nick at the Dining Hall (my how times have changed)...
I walked less than three blocks from my house on Grant St to the bus stop outside Nelsons and got so fucking wet it's unbelievable. My jeans are a shade darker and giving me the shivers. Also, I recently discovered my jacket is in fact a windbreaker and not water-resistant. After I attend the Writing and Transition Conference (Fairhaven req) at one, I'm high-tailing it to REI to buy a bitchin rain jacket on my credit card. Woot woot! As I'm sitting in class trying not to think about how uncomfortable it will be to deal with wearing soaking wet jeans for the next four hours, my teacher says "It's supposed to be unusually wet this year", I think "fuck this man." Yeah its pretty crazy.
Speaking of class, have either of you ever had class in College Hall? That place is confusing as FUCK! It's totally the building I would imagine in one of those weird never-ending hallway dreams. Lots of half- flours. Right out of Wayside School.
As you've probably guessed by now (with a little help from the second sentence of this post), I am in the computer lab, Student Technology Center to be specific, listening to Supertramp / Bruce Springsteen / Gorillaz and just dicking around.
Speaking of music, Jessie I have to tell you this before I forget... Prince's 7 is the fucking SONG these days in the B'ham bars, thanks to me. I play it on every goddamn juke-box I can, and Nick and Rob just can't get enough of it. I have a feeling that every time we go in to Caps (which is quite frequent, I was there twice yesterday), the bartenders think "Oh God no. It's those fucking Prince kids again." But we don't give a shit and we rock to it like there's no tomorrow. Friday night all the Roosevelt boys were up for a visit (Josh, Derek, Aaron C, Devin, Ram) and we went to the Calalloo/Ranch Room after a bomb ass dinner from Andrew (duh). Ram and Josh got dreeeeezed from drinking bourbon or something on the rocks all night... I ended up spending most of the night with Nick (not Glomb... some guy I used to have a huuuge crush on... Abby I think you used to think he was a tranny or something. He looks half-asian, used to have a sumo-like bun on top of his head. He's pretty HOTT) and his friend (who incidentally was my neighbor on Indian St... we shat the shit for a while about how tight Fiona was) at the bar laughing until our guts hurt. I know that sounds cheesy, but it was really so much fun, probably some of the most fun I've had at the bars so far (second only to Karaoke, Abs). ANYWAY, Josh/Aaron/Ram/Derek/Devin/Nick G/Jen/etc had been at the Shoe the whole night and as they were leaving at the end I decided to leave too so Nick at I could walk home together (hang on, I swear I'm getting somewhere with this story) but as I was leaving, drunk-ass Nick came back in and was like: "Where're you going?!" and I said "I thought we were leaving!" and he said "Hell no I'm staying! Let's drink more!" and precisely at that moment they turned the lights on. Five minutes later, all the chairs are put up on the tables, the bar has stopped serving and is closed, there are only a few stragglers left behind sitting around, and then there's me and Nick, dancing our fucking tails off to 7. It was a great moment and I wish you could've been there. We sang Prince the whole way home. Classy.
And speaking of CLASSY... last night after RBR Josephine, Julia, Nick, Jake and I sat around the dinner table sipping on Peppermint Schnapps (Whiskey for Jake) and smoking cigarettes. Then we watched about four episodes of MXC (Most Extreme Elimination Challenge) and smoked more butts. Fucking awesome.
Miss the shit outta you ladies!! I have to split now... meeting Nick at the Dining Hall (my how times have changed)...
1 comment:
7 is my ultimate jam. It used to remind me alot of my sister in a good way since she was SO into prince *he jam was Purple Rain though. Did you see my religion on facebook? Probably. It goes between erykah badu and prince these days. But it-s also the song we always bump at cap's. JEALOUS. can't wait to sing it with popcorn in my mouth in january.
tommy eh???
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