grey’s anatomy season finale is tonight, at 9. I just wanted all of you to know that so you can watch and talk about it with me as if we actually know the people on the show and as if they are real. that’s what i usually do.
i have a sneaking suspicion that the chick o’malley is dating is actually going to turn out to be a dude. and i hope dr. burke doesn’t die. that’s all for now…
why is it that drinking poses a double standard for men and women? If a girl gets drunk and is falling all over the place, it’s just like wow, what a trash bag she is, she’s probably a big slut, someone get her out of here. However, if a guy gets retarded and sloppy, it usually gets a significantly decreased amount of criticism and is usually funny. What’s the deal?
Grey’s anatomy is on tonight. I am addicted. McDreamy and McSteamy…mmmm. Personally though, I’m more of a O’Malley type girl. Sorry, pointless entry, I’m bored and don’t want to study and I just can’t get myself to creep on facebook any longer and myspace has just lost it’s appeal to me.
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I went snowboarding today at Tussey, a mountain about 10 minutes down the road from campus. It was so much fun. I’m getting better so maybe I will be able to do some real trails in Tremblant. Anyway, that’s not what this entry is about. Afterwards, Casey and I decided to stop in Pizza Hut and grab a fancy, yet low class dinner. Personal pan pizzas and breadsticks! smiley face. And this is where I get to the point of the entry. We were reminiscing about the days of old, when you could read 20 books and get a free personal pan pizza. Book It was the name of this fine program. I remember I had so many stars up on the bulletin board in 3rd grade. It got to the point where I was out of “real books” in my house that I moved on to picture books that were about 10 pages long. I changed the name of a Sesame Street book called “Ernie Gets Lost” to Maria Gets Lost. It was so pathetic. I just really needed to get 20 more books, and after that I had to get 20 more. I needed that trip to Pizza Hut with mom and dad to get that personal pan pizza. It was like the academic nerd’s crack. Believe it or not, I was quite the academically inclined schoolgirl back in the day. Anyway, I just would like to say I think they should still have Book It for kids in college. Food is more of an incentive when you’re in college anyway, because we’re so broke all the time and would rather buy a 12 pack than grab a dinner somewhere. Plus, even if we have food we’re too lazy to make it anyway most of the time. When you’re a kid food isn’t really an issue; you always can get some. Therefore, I think all college kids should join together and rally to implement the Book It program for those of us who have gone on to further their education. The end.
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• No related postsWell, as many avid readers of bpbc may know, I just turned 21. I just want to write about it on here and share with you my memories…or lack thereof. This was truly the best birthday I will have ever, unless I end up having a family when I’m older and they throw me some kickass 50th birthday or something…Anyway, let’s see where to start. Well, Kel, J Stone and Crisp took me shopping for clothes for the party, since I don’t know how to dress myself. They picked out these so called “goucho” pants. I’m not one to jump on the fashion trend bus, but I must say, I liked them. Quite comfortable. I was able to buy a pair of shoes by myself as well which left me quite accomplished with myself. 21 AND I can match shoes to clothes. But enough of that. I got at the VFW about an hour early to help set up. However, I’m kind of a piece of shit and my mom and my grandmom kind of did everything. I think I put crackers on a tray…
Let’s talk about the VFW. It was a pretty nice place. Had a stage, a kitchen, a coat room, a bar, bathrooms weren’t bad. However, the decor kind of freaked me out a little. First of all, there’s a huge ass tank on the front lawn. I guess this makes sense, seeing as it is Veterans of Foreign Wars, but that was just kind of weird. It made giving directions easy though…”yeah, just go on Hulmeville Ave. It’s the house with the huge ass tank on the lawn.”
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True Life: my cooking lab teacher wears a matching apron/pants set. it’s kind of cute in that mom sort of way. just thought i’d throw that out there. also, donny, i thought of you today in my cooking lab. and here’s why. we had to test foods when they were used with different fats (butter, oil and drumroll please…CRISCO). flashback to senior week, 2003. it’s late, everyone is sitting in the circle pretty bombed since what were our tolerances back then? a game of never have i ever was going on, but had somewhat died down as we were running out of ideas. all of a sudden, donny speaks up: “never have i ever jerked off using crisco.” this part might be slightly exaggerated as the way i saw it since i was pretty intoxicated, but everyone just gets a little quiet as to let what had just been said sink in. everyone is looking at donny as he chugs some of his beer and then just looks at us, as we start to laugh. ah good times. who remembers that? was my version of it very different as it happened? give me some feedback.
anyway, going home this weekend. i need a break from drinking. I want to see Elizabethtown and bake a pumpkin pie. I think a hayride would be cool…but I think all the hayrides in the area are infested with 12 year olds, and i would feel kind of silly if I’m screaming as a clown popped out at me as the 12 year olds are not phased by it at all. maybe it’s just me though, who knows.
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This entry is dedicated to my BMB211 teacher. I’ve read so many articles about how you should be careful about what you say and what names you drop on the internet, so I won’t use the poor excuse of an educator’s name. Instead, we’ll just call him…Jim if we have to, unless of course I decide to substitute the proper noun for a demeaning noun that suits his character.
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