Lies and falsehoods, Padfoot!

Scenes from my life


As we were discussing Harry Potter yesterday:

Me: I fucking hate Cho Chang.
Ellen: Cho Chang. She doesn't do anything but cry. And occasionally play Quidditch.


As we were discussing Franklin this evening:

Abby: I have a cousin that looks like Franklin.
Me: Franklin's a turtle.
Abby: Of this, I am aware.


As we were walking inside about five minutes ago:

Gaggle of very drunk boys: *spots Abby and me returning from the theater in our dresses* Woah, woah, woah! What's new pussycat? Whoh woah woah!
Abby and I: *run inside giggling*

Honestly. Of all the things you could say to hit on a girl, that's what you go with?

Because all the cool kids are doing it:





Ok, I'm just going to come right out and say it: The Halloween dance sucked. I don't know why I go to dances anymore. They don't play any music I can even stand to hear, much less dance to. But I looked hot, as did my suitemates and Co. We kicked so much ass with our costumes.

Which brings me to my rantish-thing for the night: DRESSING LIKE A SLUT/WHORE IS NOT A GOOD COSTUME. I do not know how many girls I saw in very short and/or tight outfits who weren't supposed to be anything other than skanky. (And the ones that were slutty nurses/firemen/etc. were only mariginally better.) It really irritated me.

Oh, but these two boys went as a giant penis and a giant hand. Yeah. That was pretty amusing, if I do say so myself. (And I do.)


Anyways, a bunch of us left the dance after like an hour, and went to a townhouse where Katie K. and her boyfriend were Harry and Hermione. I was really impressed with their costumes, as well as Jon Anderson's Ace Ventura. It was great. And Gary was the milkman, while his girlfriend was someone else's wife who he'd knocked up. I thought that was very creative.

Have I mentioned yet how annoying drunk people are?

So, I was Elpheba, and Brendan painted me green. And when we got back and I finally washed it all off, I was like "I've been de-greenified!"

And then Nora and I watched Ever After and went to bed. So it really wasn't a bad night, even with the crappy dance.

It's nice to know, in this crazy chaotic world we inhabit, that some things never change.

I went to the formal dance at the Wyndham Hotel tonight, and it was pretty much exactly like every other dance I've ever been to since middle school. Right down to the one girl, wronged by some boy, crying to her friends in the bathroom.

Of course, the more things stay the same the more they change... Or something like that... And I can't handle that many drunk people in that small of a space. They just make me uncomfortable. Hence why I'm back now, instead of still at the dance.

I didn't have a date, but I looked damn hot.

I promise I'll stop updating like five times a day once classes start. Really.

But now I present a moment from the Twilight Zone...Ninininininininininininini....

I sat down exactly three seats away from Kait McCarthy today. And she had on about five pounds of blue eyeshadow, but that's beside the point.

End Twilight Zone moment.






Oh, wait, what? None of you know why that's weird? Well. I went to grade school with Kait. I have not laid eyes on Kait in at least four years. She was a bitch four years ago, and is a makeup whore now. It was sooooooooooooooooooooo freaky.

Yeah.


P.S. An INCREDIBLY HOT guy got hypnotized tonight, and one thing the guys did was be female exotic dancers and take their shirts off. Holy shit but he was RIPPED!
Hypnotist guy: *Looks at ripped hot dude* Somebody's done this before.I know how he's paying for his tuition.
Girls in Audience: Hahahaha! Woooooooooooo! Wanna do that in my dorm room?

Yeah. Now everyone's out doing...whatever college freshmen do and I am not because 1. I don't party. 2. I don't drink. 3. I love my computer.

Night!

Now, I know you're all dying to know how my overnight at St. Michael's went, but really it wasn't all that exciting or interesting for the most part. There was a lot of sitting around and watching other kids mingle, and feeling like a leper, and also a lot of ice cream. Phish Food. It was very good.

But my host girl was TEH COOLEST. Her name was Shaleen Crowley. CROWLEY! I died. She and I both had pink Converse shoes, and she told EVERYBODY!

She also is a HUGE Harry Potter fan, a Red Sox fan, Irish, bowls, is addicted to her computer, actually studies for tests, likes Natalie Portman, doesn't do drugs, and protected me from the drunk boys. So we had a lot in common and a lot to talk about.

Which brings me to the fact that almost the entire student body of St. Michael's drinks heavily.

I am slightly put off by this.

They are also very loud, and as a result I am very tired.

And we're going to Burlington tomorrow. Yippiee! I am excited. Expect the enthralling update tomorrow.