Today was pretty ballin' and pretty unproductive, which is horrible because I have whore's-std-count-load of homework, but whatever. I woke earlier than I usually would on a Friday morning to attend my first Dean's Circle meeting. I left later than I had wanted and powerwalked all the way to Silver and actually got there five minutes early. Delicious loaf cakes were being served (you know, like the lemon loafs that I wanted to get blended into my Strawberries and Creme Frap at Starbucks). Hot coffee and water for tea were also up for grabs, but I was hot enough (and I mean that in all senses of the word) and was not in the mood for hot liquids.
I awkwardly took a seat by myself, despite (surprisingly) knowing a lot of people in Dean's Circle. We took a look at the pseudo-syllabus as Bob Wallace walked us through the community service, reading, and research projects we'd be doing throughout the year. I was immediately disappointed that our year's Dean's Circle group would again be going to London because of our studying of Darwin. Ay.
After hearing about what Dean's Circle would get to do though, I became much less disappointed. Kind of like that feeling when you reach into a dirty pair of jeans on laundry day and find a twenty dollar bill. I mean, you know you aren't really richer (unless they're not your jeans), but it feels good anyways (that's what she said...?). I came to the conclusion that I shouldn't be a whiny little bitch. Really, paying a 300 dollar deposit is totally worth it for a year's worth of free seminars, food, speeches, outtings, and a trip to London for a week. I mean, it's a pretty great deal, and the people in Dean's Circle seem pretty ballin'. I really want to design a cool design for our attire--bringing back my old high school spirit.
My only pickle I'm in is that Dean's Circle conflicts with my plans to study abroad in Prague. I'm not sure what to do. I guess I could always go with my sure-fire solution of sleeping with the faculty, but I've been so tired lately; all I could do is probably just lay there, and that's no fun.
Anyways, I wanted to take a whole plate of the leftover loaf cakes, but I planned on going straight to the gym after Dean's Circle only to realize upon arriving that I didn't have my shoes! Argh! Uck! So I could have totally had some loaf cake--enough to share with lots of people!--but I failed. I was sad to say the least. I ended up taking a detour to Trader Joe's and picking up some stuff. Roasted Red Pepper Humus? Better than what I imagine sex to be like. Roasted red pepper humus (I don't know why I referred to it as a proper noun previously, but whatever) and spinach tortillas--don't even get me started.
I went back to Gramercy to grab my damn shoes and unloaded my groceries. I got to Palladium and had a very intense workout. I hadn't planned on being there too long since I didn't get a whole lot of sleep and was tired, but man, I pumped out a good workout. I did a good hour on the treadmill and gave a half-hearted effort on the elipitical for a little while. I was so so so sweaty, and with my newly growing-in armpit hair, I probably smelled a bit funky.
In any case, I watched some guys play basketball and get angry at each other for fouling each other or something. I don't know.
I got back to Gramercy and inhaled my food and opened a package I got from my family. I got some mochi-banana bread and a cornucopia of beef jerky and rice crackers with some candy. Diabetes seems to run through my family, but I can always rely on my mom to send me brown sugar and honey jerky with high-sugar candy. Mmmm.
I pretty much just hung around in Alexis' room for a while and when I tried to get reading done, I ended up getting distracted and calling Catherine and my family for a couple of hours. I had to sit outside since I somehow lost reception in the lounge. Hella dumb. I'm sure I might be suffering from a slight case of the black-lung because of all the second-hand smoke that was dick-slapping me in the face. I was even asked for a lighter and the time while I was out there. What do I look like? A nice person? No.
But that was cool; I went back to Alexis' with an Arnold Palmer in hand and watched Samurai Girl--one of the things I was most excited for. It wasn't as unintentionally funny as I had hoped, but it was still a grand time. I missed the first hour, but the story was easy enough to piece together. Heaven (named for her falling out of the sky), gave a good descriptive summary as to why she is training to be a Samurai Girl: "My brother was killed because ninjas attacked my wedding." So there you have it; the basic premise of Samurai Girl.
We went on to watch The Soup (which had a knee-slappingly funny clip of the new 90210 show--I'll post a link once it's online. I was close to tears laughing at it.) and Chelsea Handler.
I hung around and watched a youtube video of Zac Efron singing Bet On It. It was probably one of the gayest dumbest things I've ever seen, complete with effeminate running, out-of-place pirouettes, pond-punching, and sand-throwing.
We watched our favorite Free Jenna ad with Rainn Wilson where BJ asks Rainn for some help with his stand-up and offers to pay Rainn for some jokes. Rainn says "Horse walks into a bar. Bartender asks, 'Why the long face?'...and the horse says.....'BONE CANCER'" It's hilarious, despite this dry rendition of it.
Well, apparently it's already started to become a torrential rainstorm that will undoubtedly flood all the sinners away from NYC.
Ay. Washington weather, I miss you.
Farewell,
Patricia Wong
*Living in the End-OAR
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