guilty pleasures
today, as i was truckin down to bronxville to buy batteries for one of my toys (yup, you heard me, and if you don't get it look two entries down), i discovered a new sadistic pleasure: listening to first-years complain and feeling nothing but glee. i'll call them Green Curly Hair and Long Island Girl, respectively.
i started listening to this conversation because one of them said, "ugh. i hate corona. i like corona lite, though." um, excuse me? that's like liking the flavor of the flouride crap they put on your teeth at the dentist's office. no one LIKES that crap, they deal with it cause they have to.
LIG (whiny, high pitched voice): I have to go talk to Sarah Cardwell [housing director] tomorrow. I can't believe my housing. I explicitly told them I was a musician and wanted quiet housing and they put me on the biggest party hall. and i can never practice.
GCH: I know. My roommate's always coming home at 4 a.m. and talking in a normal voice. So I did it to her last night, and she got all whiny.
um, Sarah Cardwell has no idea that by "musician" you mean "ahem, classical violinist" and not, say, "mostly i play guitar, dude, but we're looking for a drummer, so i've been trying that. man, drums are hard." and before everyone shows up and starts misbehaving, there's no way to KNOW which will be the party floor. moron.
LIG: it's such a pain in the ass, going home. i have to spend like 40 minutes on the LIRR (long island railroad). thank god i don't live in the hamptons, it's so far out. i don't know how teenagers live there. without cars i mean. everything is at least a mile or two apart.
GCH: yeah, i have to take the metro north and then the subway. it sucks.
LIG: yeah, my friend wants me to go to brown for columbus day weekend. but i can't go all the way to brown just for a weekend!
i have a bit of a chip on my shoulder about people who live in the immediate vicinity (like, the tri-state area) complaining about how FAR everything is.
there is an RA named voltaire casino and basically the only rule on his floor is: "don't kill any hookers, okay?"
posted by Sarah @ 6:35 PM
6 Comments:
Wait. You're NOT supposed to kill hookers? Whoops, time to get the shovel and lime.
I'm sure it's more of a community service project to kill the kinds of hokkers you're accustomed to there, Davis-bwa! Kidding, of course....but am I
Dun dun dunnnnnn
and furthermore, how in the hell did I manage to mis-spell "hooker?"
Oh wow, that totally wasn't Davis...besides, I'd recognize that "shovel and lime comment anywhere!"
Ladies and Gentlemen, Bobby Dunn-Pratt has been prowling about the internet...
thomas calvert wall, thou art un idiota. davis comes up as "adam" cause he has a blogger account, just like you come up as "senator wall" because you're a huge geek. bobby doesn't know how to turn on anything he can't have sex with, much less a computer. anonymous is our dear mr ed, you ginormous geek.
A Sad Thing:
I've checked this blog at least 15 times in the past 36 hours.
A Sadder Thing:
There have been no new posts to greet me! You established the pattern, Sarah, of posting at least once every other day, and suddenly choosing to change pace is like devouring three slices of a very good chocolate cake (you're not the only one with a body image issue-freshman 15, here i come) and then leaving the last bite to the rats! Come now, hop to it!
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