I have no idea what to do with this wealth of hilarious material I received, so I am thinking I may just post one of the responses I received each day until there aren't any funny ones left.
We'll start short but sweet. I mentioned on my post that a qualification for my date must be that he is not a vegetarian. I received this one liner as a response.
"I'm a vagitarian. I love eating vagina."
Stay classy CL.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Where to Begin / Broken Vow
Yeah...I don't really know where to begin with this post. It is 3:20 am, I'm still a little drunk, I broke my vow on someone who wasn't worth it, and I spent my day responding to Craigslist posts. Ready?
So, as some of you read, I was supposed to go to a Naughty School Girl party at a club last night and it should have been fabulous. Somehow, plans A, B, and C all fell through and I didn't go out. I wasn't so much pissed about this specific night, but I was really sad that I came semi-close to the kind of night I used to have in D.C. and it was just not happening because of my friends. Enter the Craigslist post.
I think you can tell from my latest posts that I was sort of feeling an end to the vow. It was still decent, but I was ready to feel that physical connection with someone and had learned how to better interact with cute men.
Anyway I probably got about 55 email responses (still coming in)...some good, some bad, some ridiculous. That is all for another time and another post, though I do have a date tomorrow that I am pretty excited about.
Broken vow, you must all be saying. Sigh. Tonight started off with some really cool people eating dinner and having a great time. At some point, we migrated to a Bahama-themed party that the business school was putting on. There was a really cute guy there who was visiting from D.C. and we talked about politics and had an awesome time. That party, however, began to wind down and we ended up going to a similarly-themed beach party at a frat house. That's right, an undergraduate frat house.
Cute D.C. guy left so I was dancing with my friend and enjoying some drinks, and I saw a really tall, beefy hot guy. I asked him to dance and we did for a while. He was 20 and a junior studying Chemistry. Wonderbar. We danced for a while and eventually headed back to his place, only to find that his roomates were all in bed or passed out on the couches (seriously, this is where I should have said no). Seeing that his place was occupied, I brought him back to my place.
Terrible.
We had some pathetic foreplay, he seemed uncomfortable having the lights on, and...much to my surprise...the burly 6'5" guy had the tiniest dick I have ever seen. FML. I climbed on top and he came in...maybe 35 seconds. I didn't even know what to say, so I asked him to leave.
I'm not exactly upset that I gave up my vow for this pathetic waste of sperm, but I certainly could have given it up on someone much better. That being said, it is better to have acted out on this guy who I probably will not have to interact with again. I hope he enjoyed is 35 seconds. I'm not really sure what I learned from this experience, but I plan to keep this pretty much under-wraps (KP, if you tell anyone I will murder you).
Either way, I shall not let this impact my date tomorrow.
So, as some of you read, I was supposed to go to a Naughty School Girl party at a club last night and it should have been fabulous. Somehow, plans A, B, and C all fell through and I didn't go out. I wasn't so much pissed about this specific night, but I was really sad that I came semi-close to the kind of night I used to have in D.C. and it was just not happening because of my friends. Enter the Craigslist post.
I think you can tell from my latest posts that I was sort of feeling an end to the vow. It was still decent, but I was ready to feel that physical connection with someone and had learned how to better interact with cute men.
Anyway I probably got about 55 email responses (still coming in)...some good, some bad, some ridiculous. That is all for another time and another post, though I do have a date tomorrow that I am pretty excited about.
Broken vow, you must all be saying. Sigh. Tonight started off with some really cool people eating dinner and having a great time. At some point, we migrated to a Bahama-themed party that the business school was putting on. There was a really cute guy there who was visiting from D.C. and we talked about politics and had an awesome time. That party, however, began to wind down and we ended up going to a similarly-themed beach party at a frat house. That's right, an undergraduate frat house.
Cute D.C. guy left so I was dancing with my friend and enjoying some drinks, and I saw a really tall, beefy hot guy. I asked him to dance and we did for a while. He was 20 and a junior studying Chemistry. Wonderbar. We danced for a while and eventually headed back to his place, only to find that his roomates were all in bed or passed out on the couches (seriously, this is where I should have said no). Seeing that his place was occupied, I brought him back to my place.
Terrible.
We had some pathetic foreplay, he seemed uncomfortable having the lights on, and...much to my surprise...the burly 6'5" guy had the tiniest dick I have ever seen. FML. I climbed on top and he came in...maybe 35 seconds. I didn't even know what to say, so I asked him to leave.
I'm not exactly upset that I gave up my vow for this pathetic waste of sperm, but I certainly could have given it up on someone much better. That being said, it is better to have acted out on this guy who I probably will not have to interact with again. I hope he enjoyed is 35 seconds. I'm not really sure what I learned from this experience, but I plan to keep this pretty much under-wraps (KP, if you tell anyone I will murder you).
Either way, I shall not let this impact my date tomorrow.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Fuck you Massachusetts
Okay first of all, FUCK YOU MASS-HOLES! Massachusetts, how can you have supported Ted Kennedy for so many years and done a complete reversal. I hope you all get feline AIDS.
Second, FUCK YOU roomate. Okay, that is probably not quite called for, but I am completely confused. The Bitch had not shown her face in this apartment since I had moved in and then last night she is here with her boyfriend doing something in the bathroom involving rocks. I see her in the kitchen and she is like "I just bought a fish tank! Would you like to come see it?!?" Okay? I am confused because it seems you need to be around to care for fish, but I smile and nod, look at the fish, make a comment, leave. She hasn't left the house since. And her boyfriend is staying here. We live in matchboxes with single beds, are you really sharing that with a second person?
So overall, I am confused. Did your previous situation go south all of the sudden (like did the boyfriend's roomates say no more cohabitation so you came here?)? Is this permanent? I don't think I would mind BUT you guys keep banging against the wall really hard. Now, I know what y'all are thinking, but they are not having sex. The knock against the wall, my pictures fall down, I look in the hallway and their door is open and they are chatting. So....what are you doing? At some point I will walk over and say something, but I am really hoping the status quo goes back to where it was at.
Third, I went out tonight with the older PBS students and felt totally accepted and it was awesome. We were celebrating someone passing their specialist (think of it like the only test you take as a PhD candidate) and I didn't feel like the new kid, I wasn't sort of pushed to the outside of the group, and I was the one being pulled aside to listen to secrets. At some point we were talking about "the weird first year syndrome" and I said something like "well...I mean..I am the weird first year so ya know", and everyone was like "OMG maybe but only in the best way possible - we love you!". It felt good to be accepted. If only my adviser didn't hate me I would actually be in a pretty good place.
Also, on the boy front, 31 Going on 13 never responded to my date rejection (great), I never contacted Potential Fuck Buddy (probably the right choice), and I was just getting over The Crush until we hung out tonight. We are like, the same fucking person but in the totally complimentary way that would be a great relationship and great sex. At this point, I feel like it is only a matter of time before I say something stupid like "gee, don't want to be awkward, but maybe you can date me despite your rule about not dating within the department?".
On Thursday a group of us are going out to the Slut Factory (okay, it's called Elektra and it is the skankiest place in 100 miles and a regular spot that Girls Gone Wild sets up), and I am wearing the lowest cut shirt, shortest skirt, and highest black boots I own. Maybe The Crush will come to me?
Okay, back to work.
Second, FUCK YOU roomate. Okay, that is probably not quite called for, but I am completely confused. The Bitch had not shown her face in this apartment since I had moved in and then last night she is here with her boyfriend doing something in the bathroom involving rocks. I see her in the kitchen and she is like "I just bought a fish tank! Would you like to come see it?!?" Okay? I am confused because it seems you need to be around to care for fish, but I smile and nod, look at the fish, make a comment, leave. She hasn't left the house since. And her boyfriend is staying here. We live in matchboxes with single beds, are you really sharing that with a second person?
So overall, I am confused. Did your previous situation go south all of the sudden (like did the boyfriend's roomates say no more cohabitation so you came here?)? Is this permanent? I don't think I would mind BUT you guys keep banging against the wall really hard. Now, I know what y'all are thinking, but they are not having sex. The knock against the wall, my pictures fall down, I look in the hallway and their door is open and they are chatting. So....what are you doing? At some point I will walk over and say something, but I am really hoping the status quo goes back to where it was at.
Third, I went out tonight with the older PBS students and felt totally accepted and it was awesome. We were celebrating someone passing their specialist (think of it like the only test you take as a PhD candidate) and I didn't feel like the new kid, I wasn't sort of pushed to the outside of the group, and I was the one being pulled aside to listen to secrets. At some point we were talking about "the weird first year syndrome" and I said something like "well...I mean..I am the weird first year so ya know", and everyone was like "OMG maybe but only in the best way possible - we love you!". It felt good to be accepted. If only my adviser didn't hate me I would actually be in a pretty good place.
Also, on the boy front, 31 Going on 13 never responded to my date rejection (great), I never contacted Potential Fuck Buddy (probably the right choice), and I was just getting over The Crush until we hung out tonight. We are like, the same fucking person but in the totally complimentary way that would be a great relationship and great sex. At this point, I feel like it is only a matter of time before I say something stupid like "gee, don't want to be awkward, but maybe you can date me despite your rule about not dating within the department?".
On Thursday a group of us are going out to the Slut Factory (okay, it's called Elektra and it is the skankiest place in 100 miles and a regular spot that Girls Gone Wild sets up), and I am wearing the lowest cut shirt, shortest skirt, and highest black boots I own. Maybe The Crush will come to me?
Okay, back to work.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
My 101st post
As I went to add a new post I saw I had 100 already, so why not celebrate my 101st via subject heading.
Okay, pretty low key weekend but some highlights and amusing things, as well as some bitching about my last adviser meeting.
So, as you all may recall, things were getting better with my adviser and I was feeling a lot more confidant and comfortable with my work. Clearly a mistake. I went in to our meeting on Friday with my computer, ready to talk about my two studies, show some example, brainstorm ideas, etc. No. I got shut down. I told my adviser I was having some trouble getting my Stroop Task working (look it up kids) and wanted to talk about making some changes. His response, "Well.....this is one of the most robust psychological effects in the past 80 years.....so........"
I'm well aware it is a robust effect, and I assure you that only adds to my current frustration. This was clearly an opportunity for him to provide some support or ideas, but instead he just cut me down.
If that wasn't bad enough, we finish up our meeting (I'm basically feeling like shit at this point) and he says "Can I offer some professional advice?". ......great..... He says, "You are saying all these intelligent things but you are chewing gum while you do it, which is very 'undergraduate' of you. Chew gum in private on your on time."
Wow. I thought this was private time? I thought that meeting with my adviser for a Friday afternoon check-up meeting was private? On the plus side, I have taken away a very important lesson from this comment. I have been trying to work towards that comfortable, mentor-mentee relationship where ideas can be freely discussed in a comfortable environment. Much like my relationships with professors at GW and Sandy at the Children's Hospital. Instead, I need to realize that this relationship is more like the ones I had with the lawyers during my LeBoeuf, Lamb, Greene & MacRae days. Entirely professional, always on guard, and don't open your mouth until you are sure of your answer.
I find this disappointing...I'm going to work harder to find a secondary adviser and set-up regular meetings so I have someone to discuss some of my less fleshed-out ideas before I take them to my adviser.
So, Friday night was basically food and LOTS of beer (in part to compensate for the negative mood). KP and I went to a neat little pub in West Lebanon that had some great live music and was slightly more removed from the usual Hanover crowds. Night was fun, but there is always a guy there to ruin it right? Ladies and gents....allow me to introduce "31 Going On 13".
31 Going On 13 has been mentioned on this blog before. I believe it was in the context of "whenever I feel bad about myself here, I think of this awkward 31 year old Biology Post-Doc who has braces and I feel better". When I met him for the first time, he was okay but as he got drunk he could not have been more awkwardly staring at my chest. Like...ridiculously awkward. I found out later that this guy's social oblivion extends well into the Facebook realm with him commenting on EVERY SINGLE status update, post, etc that one of the professors here does. She writes "blah", he writes "blah blah blah blah...I love blah". It's ridiculous. She has a boyfriend, by the way.
He sees me and KP at the bar on Friday and comes over to say hi. He has "friends" there but he basically says hi and continues talking to us, and they don't seem all that interested in him anyway. I should note that I am wearing a semi-short skirt and knee-high black boots. Transfer awkward chest starting to awkward thigh staring - which is even harder to recover from because there is more time between him staring and then realizing I am looking at him and he should make eye contact. Some of our friends come by and I am engaged in conversation with them, but notice 31 Going on 13 brooding in the corner and staring at me. Yeesh...I invite him over to join the conversation. At some point he started rubbing my back and stuff, and there was not a good way for me to cut that off so I basically didn't encourage it but only moved away from it without verbalizing "stop". My bad.
At some point during the evening, he brings up this picture of the two of us that had been taken during a party before (hint, if you are my Facebook friend you can probably find this picture). He makes that super awkward comment of "I was looking at that picture and thinking the two of us looked really good together". Please note, this is the sort of comment you make to someone after you have started dating, like adorable pillow-talk, definitely not before. My response to him was something like "mm...yeah...I don't really see it".
Today (Sunday) I got an email from him asking me out to drinks of coffee. Yar. There is no good way to reject someone in Hanover because you will have to see them many many times again, and usually in small gatherings. I didn't respond to the email, I'm going to sleep on my thoughts.
A small part of me thinks "maybe you can't do better than this in Hanover and should settle for a hood rat who will worship the ground you walk on". Then I re-read the above paragraphs and cringe. I shall pass on 31 Going on 13, mainly because I am not sure how people maneuver around the rubber bands that are attached to the braces.
Saturday - Woke up way too early because of all the drinking but was very productive because of it. Got laundry done, grocery shopping, cleaned up my room, organized some work, etc. Saturday night I went and saw a great performance at the performing arts center. It was a banjo/fiddle/jug/kazoo trio from North Carolina called The Carolina Chocolate Drops. They tell a great story of the history of this style of music and the major players, have a fun interactive set, and just play really cool music. I highly recommend. Their next album is also called "Genuine Negro Jig"...which is amazing. Check them out: http://carolinachocolatedrops.com/
Interestingly enough, Potential Fuck Buddy was also in the general group that went to the show, and he was cuter than I remembered. I decided to go home after the show instead of going out to the bar, as I suspected where that might lead. Still going to keep that option open, will keep everyone updated.
Sunday was a good day of doing homework, getting a great gym workout (my friend suggested I do 1 hour at moderate pace instead of 30 minutes really intensely - so I am giving that a shot), and running errands around town. I also got to cook tonight and bought food like a grown-up who cooks every night, so I am still really happy about the new place.
Still feeling more positive than negative about everything and hoping for a good week. Shout out to Megan for adding me to her google reader today!
Okay, pretty low key weekend but some highlights and amusing things, as well as some bitching about my last adviser meeting.
So, as you all may recall, things were getting better with my adviser and I was feeling a lot more confidant and comfortable with my work. Clearly a mistake. I went in to our meeting on Friday with my computer, ready to talk about my two studies, show some example, brainstorm ideas, etc. No. I got shut down. I told my adviser I was having some trouble getting my Stroop Task working (look it up kids) and wanted to talk about making some changes. His response, "Well.....this is one of the most robust psychological effects in the past 80 years.....so........"
I'm well aware it is a robust effect, and I assure you that only adds to my current frustration. This was clearly an opportunity for him to provide some support or ideas, but instead he just cut me down.
If that wasn't bad enough, we finish up our meeting (I'm basically feeling like shit at this point) and he says "Can I offer some professional advice?". ......great..... He says, "You are saying all these intelligent things but you are chewing gum while you do it, which is very 'undergraduate' of you. Chew gum in private on your on time."
Wow. I thought this was private time? I thought that meeting with my adviser for a Friday afternoon check-up meeting was private? On the plus side, I have taken away a very important lesson from this comment. I have been trying to work towards that comfortable, mentor-mentee relationship where ideas can be freely discussed in a comfortable environment. Much like my relationships with professors at GW and Sandy at the Children's Hospital. Instead, I need to realize that this relationship is more like the ones I had with the lawyers during my LeBoeuf, Lamb, Greene & MacRae days. Entirely professional, always on guard, and don't open your mouth until you are sure of your answer.
I find this disappointing...I'm going to work harder to find a secondary adviser and set-up regular meetings so I have someone to discuss some of my less fleshed-out ideas before I take them to my adviser.
So, Friday night was basically food and LOTS of beer (in part to compensate for the negative mood). KP and I went to a neat little pub in West Lebanon that had some great live music and was slightly more removed from the usual Hanover crowds. Night was fun, but there is always a guy there to ruin it right? Ladies and gents....allow me to introduce "31 Going On 13".
31 Going On 13 has been mentioned on this blog before. I believe it was in the context of "whenever I feel bad about myself here, I think of this awkward 31 year old Biology Post-Doc who has braces and I feel better". When I met him for the first time, he was okay but as he got drunk he could not have been more awkwardly staring at my chest. Like...ridiculously awkward. I found out later that this guy's social oblivion extends well into the Facebook realm with him commenting on EVERY SINGLE status update, post, etc that one of the professors here does. She writes "blah", he writes "blah blah blah blah...I love blah". It's ridiculous. She has a boyfriend, by the way.
He sees me and KP at the bar on Friday and comes over to say hi. He has "friends" there but he basically says hi and continues talking to us, and they don't seem all that interested in him anyway. I should note that I am wearing a semi-short skirt and knee-high black boots. Transfer awkward chest starting to awkward thigh staring - which is even harder to recover from because there is more time between him staring and then realizing I am looking at him and he should make eye contact. Some of our friends come by and I am engaged in conversation with them, but notice 31 Going on 13 brooding in the corner and staring at me. Yeesh...I invite him over to join the conversation. At some point he started rubbing my back and stuff, and there was not a good way for me to cut that off so I basically didn't encourage it but only moved away from it without verbalizing "stop". My bad.
At some point during the evening, he brings up this picture of the two of us that had been taken during a party before (hint, if you are my Facebook friend you can probably find this picture). He makes that super awkward comment of "I was looking at that picture and thinking the two of us looked really good together". Please note, this is the sort of comment you make to someone after you have started dating, like adorable pillow-talk, definitely not before. My response to him was something like "mm...yeah...I don't really see it".
Today (Sunday) I got an email from him asking me out to drinks of coffee. Yar. There is no good way to reject someone in Hanover because you will have to see them many many times again, and usually in small gatherings. I didn't respond to the email, I'm going to sleep on my thoughts.
A small part of me thinks "maybe you can't do better than this in Hanover and should settle for a hood rat who will worship the ground you walk on". Then I re-read the above paragraphs and cringe. I shall pass on 31 Going on 13, mainly because I am not sure how people maneuver around the rubber bands that are attached to the braces.
Saturday - Woke up way too early because of all the drinking but was very productive because of it. Got laundry done, grocery shopping, cleaned up my room, organized some work, etc. Saturday night I went and saw a great performance at the performing arts center. It was a banjo/fiddle/jug/kazoo trio from North Carolina called The Carolina Chocolate Drops. They tell a great story of the history of this style of music and the major players, have a fun interactive set, and just play really cool music. I highly recommend. Their next album is also called "Genuine Negro Jig"...which is amazing. Check them out: http://carolinachocolatedrops.com/
Interestingly enough, Potential Fuck Buddy was also in the general group that went to the show, and he was cuter than I remembered. I decided to go home after the show instead of going out to the bar, as I suspected where that might lead. Still going to keep that option open, will keep everyone updated.
Sunday was a good day of doing homework, getting a great gym workout (my friend suggested I do 1 hour at moderate pace instead of 30 minutes really intensely - so I am giving that a shot), and running errands around town. I also got to cook tonight and bought food like a grown-up who cooks every night, so I am still really happy about the new place.
Still feeling more positive than negative about everything and hoping for a good week. Shout out to Megan for adding me to her google reader today!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
First Open Letter to New Roomate
Dear German Roomate,
There is little you could do to be worse than my previous roomates, but I came home tonight to something I found concerning. Nothing compared to what I was used to, but still left me scratching my head. Have you used a dishwasher before?
The last time you ran a load of dishes I noticed there was still some food left on them and they were a little gross. I figured it was the dishwasher. I ran the dishes last night before I went to bed - when I got home from work the dishwasher was open so I went to put my dishes away. Still a little dirty. I closed the dishwasher once I had unloaded it.....and the dishwasher started running again. Apparently it had only gone through half the cycle, but you had opened it up to stop it? Why? Why do you hate clean dishes?
This latest development really confuses me - why would you habitually open the dishwasher before it was finished?
Anyway - you are messy. I wish you wouldn't be quite so messy and weird.
Thanks,
Your Roomate
There is little you could do to be worse than my previous roomates, but I came home tonight to something I found concerning. Nothing compared to what I was used to, but still left me scratching my head. Have you used a dishwasher before?
The last time you ran a load of dishes I noticed there was still some food left on them and they were a little gross. I figured it was the dishwasher. I ran the dishes last night before I went to bed - when I got home from work the dishwasher was open so I went to put my dishes away. Still a little dirty. I closed the dishwasher once I had unloaded it.....and the dishwasher started running again. Apparently it had only gone through half the cycle, but you had opened it up to stop it? Why? Why do you hate clean dishes?
This latest development really confuses me - why would you habitually open the dishwasher before it was finished?
Anyway - you are messy. I wish you wouldn't be quite so messy and weird.
Thanks,
Your Roomate
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Is it really only Wednesday?
This week seems to be both flying by and dragging on. I should be working (I have 1000 things to do), but instead I am watching MTV and waiting for dinner to settle so I can go to the gym.
Work - Goodness this term is a little crazy already. Getting two studies up and running, taking 3 classes (taking 2 and auditing 1 - but it's fMRI physics so ya know, the reading is dense), and dozens of meetings. Busy, but as most of you know, I prefer to be busy so I am much preferring this to last term. Let's see me eat those words in a few weeks.
Roomates - still no mystery Chinese 4th roomate and I have only seen The Bitch that one time. The German is still pretty good, though there are some annoying things. For example - I am the only person who doesn't understand leaving a kitchen sponge in a gross pot that is soaking in the sink? Why would you do that? On that subject, if you have a 2-part sink, why not put all the dirty stuff on one side and leave the other open? The German is also a little "too comfortable" with the space - so her stuff is everywhere, she doesn't clean up things very quickly, and she uses my food stuff. Still so much better. Soooooo much happier in my perfect little bedroom.
New Me - Going to the gym regularly and recording what I eat is still going strong. I like using what I have learned in my field of research (self-regulation) to help me with these various goals. Feels like I am putting learning to use...which is neato.
The Vow - Perhaps because things are going so well, I am waffling about the merits of my celibacy vow. I think things are better with my male interactions, and it definitely has prevented me from going home with guys the night I meet them. But, I am still lusting over The Crush and seriously debating The Potential Fuck Buddy (though note: he never called me, even after I said "I need to take care of my friend tonight but call me tomorrow and we'll get drinks and screw"). Maybe I can end the vow a little early? Either way, my dreams have been rebelling against my vow - I usually have dream sex with ex-boyfriends and such, last night it was with Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. Analyze that shit, bitches.
All thoughts. Many thoughts.
Work - Goodness this term is a little crazy already. Getting two studies up and running, taking 3 classes (taking 2 and auditing 1 - but it's fMRI physics so ya know, the reading is dense), and dozens of meetings. Busy, but as most of you know, I prefer to be busy so I am much preferring this to last term. Let's see me eat those words in a few weeks.
Roomates - still no mystery Chinese 4th roomate and I have only seen The Bitch that one time. The German is still pretty good, though there are some annoying things. For example - I am the only person who doesn't understand leaving a kitchen sponge in a gross pot that is soaking in the sink? Why would you do that? On that subject, if you have a 2-part sink, why not put all the dirty stuff on one side and leave the other open? The German is also a little "too comfortable" with the space - so her stuff is everywhere, she doesn't clean up things very quickly, and she uses my food stuff. Still so much better. Soooooo much happier in my perfect little bedroom.
New Me - Going to the gym regularly and recording what I eat is still going strong. I like using what I have learned in my field of research (self-regulation) to help me with these various goals. Feels like I am putting learning to use...which is neato.
The Vow - Perhaps because things are going so well, I am waffling about the merits of my celibacy vow. I think things are better with my male interactions, and it definitely has prevented me from going home with guys the night I meet them. But, I am still lusting over The Crush and seriously debating The Potential Fuck Buddy (though note: he never called me, even after I said "I need to take care of my friend tonight but call me tomorrow and we'll get drinks and screw"). Maybe I can end the vow a little early? Either way, my dreams have been rebelling against my vow - I usually have dream sex with ex-boyfriends and such, last night it was with Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. Analyze that shit, bitches.
All thoughts. Many thoughts.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
A Traditional Hanover Weekend Update Post
I suppose you could say I hit the first real weekend back at Dartmouth with my usual bang - but this time without my usual unhappy morning after consequences. Hooray. I'm avoiding work so this will probably be a longer-ish post.
Friday: I was feeling low-key and very proud of myself for such a good first week back, so KP and I went out and had a delicious and relaxed dinner in West Leb at my favorite place (Lui Lui's). There was also a going away party for someone going on Friday night, so I got dropped off at Canoe Club and was pleasantly surprised that so many fun psych people were there.
Oh, sidestory, when I got dropped off at Canoe Club I went inside to find my friends, turned around, and was a few inches away from The Motorboater. I ducked outside to avoid him and wait for my friends, and of course he comes out and we have an awkward meeting on the sidewalk instead. Typical.
Anyway, back at Canoe Club. Had some drinks and was having a blast, so I walked over the going away party with them and had a good time. The psych department is just filled with gossip these days (who is breaking up, who is cheating, who is failing, etc) so I must admit I sort of enjoyed that aspect of fact-finding throughout the night. There was also a fairly cute guy with us at Canoe Club and at the party who I have met before and can't make my mind up about. He is in the business school and is fine and nice to talk to, and then he starts drinking and becomes a complete ass. At the party I actually had to say to him "You can't touch me like that in public." The party was good, but I had to be up at 7:30 am the next morning, so I left at 12:40 in an attempt to be a good and sane person.
I suppose at this point I need to formally introduce a new character to my blog named The Crush. Yes, that's right. I've talked about him before, but he hasn't been named. So, The Crush is unfortunately tied to the psych department and very much woven into the social dynamics of the group. He is loud and obnoxious, but I think he is cute and entirely sweet and adorable. Basically, he is off limits but I have trouble accepting that and ultimately don't really care.
I have been trying my best to get to him through his friends, and Friday night was exciting because I got him all to myself (without the "ace" to his "gary" being around) and we finally got to talk and stuff. The not good thing is that (a) he asked out an undergraduate recently to "get back in the game", (b) is still occasionally sleeping with his ex-girlfriend in the midwest, (c) has told me he will under no circumstances date someone within the department, and (d) didn't seem the least bit interested in me. Bites. I know he thinks I am funny and cool to hang around, but I don't see him making any advances towards me for friendship, let alone dating.
On the plus side, I think everyone will be proud of me for keeping my cool and not taking the typical route of saying something like "well, if you ever change your mind about not fucking someone in the department I would love to ride you". Progress, ladies and gentleman. I'm not saying I won't make some similarly ridiculous and awkward statement in the future, but at least for now I am cooling my heels and acting like a person.
Saturday: Early morning wake-up to drive over to Okemo and go skiing with first year friends. The skiing was awesome, I had a blast, and it was a good bonding experience with people I am friends with but still don't know all that much about. I also got to see the parents and introduce them, which is always nice. Towards the middle of the day, some of the older grad students called to say they were around Okemo too, so we met up with them and eventually ended up back around Hanover drinking beer at a hibachi steak house. It was fun, food was good, and I always like bonding with the older kids. Also, they remarked how much cooler our first year class was than the last, which is always nice to hear ;).
Got home and everything was one incredible mad dash. One of my friends here (older) is going through a disgustingly bad and very public in-the-department break-up (hmm..maybe The Crush has a good point here), and she has been having a tough week, so KP and I were determined to get everyone out tonight to cheer her up/distract her/have fun. Lots of calls and texts, but we had a pretty great turn-out and closed out the first bar with a group of people, then moved to Canoe Club until that closed, and then ended up at a house party (more notes on guy stuff later). Around 3 am I took my friend back to my place and we were up until about 4:30 am because it was clear she hadn't gotten a chance to do the venting portion of the break-up yet. Honestly, I was really happy to be there for her and I hope she sees me as a good friend and someone she wants to spend time with. Also, it was nice to see the transition I am making from the damaged girl who is miserable in Hanover to my normal position as the girl with a big smile who can always lend an ear when someone has a problem.
Okay, so silly boy stuff was promised so here we go. I have not broken my celibacy vow, but it has been a challenge.
1) Motorboater. God damn it this kid is everywhere! He was at Canoe Club as it was closing and ended up at the house party we went to as well. It was awkward because the only girls at the party were me and my friend (the break-up, not KP), and motorboater has history with both of us and was clearly not getting any attention. Towards the end of the night he asked me to go talk with him in the kitchen where he proceeded to (a) chew tobacco and spit the whole time (OMG EWL!) and (b) try to figure out what had happened with the two of us. I think I was pretty nice in explaining that Chanukkah Ball night was not a good showing for either of us, and I really don't seem him as anything more than a friend. He took it okay....
2) The Loser. I met this guy around closing at Canoe Club. He totally admitted he was a loser (failed out of school, back home with his parents, starts fights for no reason, etc) but he was cute. We were kissing outside the bar and some friends of his walked by and he started to play hacky-sack. .....I went back in. He came to find me later and I was like "you stopped kissing me to play hacky-sack with your friends. We are done here." Kinda funny.
3) The Potential Fuck Buddy. Okay so this is ridiculous, but we talked for .25 seconds as Canoe Club was closing, made some joke about fucking and him coming to find me out the house party later, gave him my number, done. Went to house party and he came by, we ended up hardcore make-out session in the bathroom, he drove me home, left it at I needed to take care of my friend tonight but to give me a call tomorrow. Now, let us discuss the merits and issues with him becoming a Fuck Buddy.
Pros
*He is fairly attractive (not my type, but fine...and yes by that I mean not 40..you fucking jerks)
*He was a fantastic kisser (oh so good)
*He works and lives in the area but does not go to Dartmouth and has no connection to my social groups
*He has his own place with a big bed (don't want to annoy the roomates)
*He was completely fine with my proposal that we have completely non-committal sex when it is convenient and don't have to pretend to date
Cons
*The Celibacy Vow. I feel like I made that vow to change the way I was dealing with the men in my immediate social surroundings, and to prevent myself from making bad decisions with them and feeling sad about not having sex. Part of me feels that I am on the right track now and maybe it would be okay to have this sexual release that is nicely segregated from my social life. Also, it would take some pressure away from The Crush situation. That being said, I did make my vow and it has been a good thing, so maybe I don't want to fuck that up?
*While we were making out in the bathroom, I was spurning his attempts to go any further with me and making it clear we would not be fucking that night. He seemed to get it and as I was heading out of the room he was like "oh wait, will you suck my dick?" Now, I love sucking dick. True story. That being said, I worry about any guy who would ask me that question in that situation. The type of girl who will get on her knees in a bathroom and suck a guys dick without the possibility of getting off herself strikes me as the type who has low self-esteem and is just trying to please a guy. I am not that girl. If I am sucking a guy's dick I BETTER be getting off myself or at least have some established bond with them that would make me enjoy sucking their dick by virtue of making them happy. So, does this mean that he thinks I am the girl with low self-esteem? Better check yourself before you wreck yourself.
So, I guess I will see if he actually calls me today and play it from there. Shall keep y'all posted.
Sunday: Why, that is today. Woke up ridiculously late and am still exhausted from weekend without enough sleep. Have gotten some work done, updated my blog, and will be going grocery shopping in a bit. So, today is fine I suppose.
Should be a very busy week and I am hoping to train my brand spanking new research assistant this Wednesday and then have one project out of my hair. Classes are also starting up, tons of meetings, and lots of pressure from my adviser to get my first fMRI study up and running. So, like I said, should be a busy week, but I think I am ready for it.
Friday: I was feeling low-key and very proud of myself for such a good first week back, so KP and I went out and had a delicious and relaxed dinner in West Leb at my favorite place (Lui Lui's). There was also a going away party for someone going on Friday night, so I got dropped off at Canoe Club and was pleasantly surprised that so many fun psych people were there.
Oh, sidestory, when I got dropped off at Canoe Club I went inside to find my friends, turned around, and was a few inches away from The Motorboater. I ducked outside to avoid him and wait for my friends, and of course he comes out and we have an awkward meeting on the sidewalk instead. Typical.
Anyway, back at Canoe Club. Had some drinks and was having a blast, so I walked over the going away party with them and had a good time. The psych department is just filled with gossip these days (who is breaking up, who is cheating, who is failing, etc) so I must admit I sort of enjoyed that aspect of fact-finding throughout the night. There was also a fairly cute guy with us at Canoe Club and at the party who I have met before and can't make my mind up about. He is in the business school and is fine and nice to talk to, and then he starts drinking and becomes a complete ass. At the party I actually had to say to him "You can't touch me like that in public." The party was good, but I had to be up at 7:30 am the next morning, so I left at 12:40 in an attempt to be a good and sane person.
I suppose at this point I need to formally introduce a new character to my blog named The Crush. Yes, that's right. I've talked about him before, but he hasn't been named. So, The Crush is unfortunately tied to the psych department and very much woven into the social dynamics of the group. He is loud and obnoxious, but I think he is cute and entirely sweet and adorable. Basically, he is off limits but I have trouble accepting that and ultimately don't really care.
I have been trying my best to get to him through his friends, and Friday night was exciting because I got him all to myself (without the "ace" to his "gary" being around) and we finally got to talk and stuff. The not good thing is that (a) he asked out an undergraduate recently to "get back in the game", (b) is still occasionally sleeping with his ex-girlfriend in the midwest, (c) has told me he will under no circumstances date someone within the department, and (d) didn't seem the least bit interested in me. Bites. I know he thinks I am funny and cool to hang around, but I don't see him making any advances towards me for friendship, let alone dating.
On the plus side, I think everyone will be proud of me for keeping my cool and not taking the typical route of saying something like "well, if you ever change your mind about not fucking someone in the department I would love to ride you". Progress, ladies and gentleman. I'm not saying I won't make some similarly ridiculous and awkward statement in the future, but at least for now I am cooling my heels and acting like a person.
Saturday: Early morning wake-up to drive over to Okemo and go skiing with first year friends. The skiing was awesome, I had a blast, and it was a good bonding experience with people I am friends with but still don't know all that much about. I also got to see the parents and introduce them, which is always nice. Towards the middle of the day, some of the older grad students called to say they were around Okemo too, so we met up with them and eventually ended up back around Hanover drinking beer at a hibachi steak house. It was fun, food was good, and I always like bonding with the older kids. Also, they remarked how much cooler our first year class was than the last, which is always nice to hear ;).
Got home and everything was one incredible mad dash. One of my friends here (older) is going through a disgustingly bad and very public in-the-department break-up (hmm..maybe The Crush has a good point here), and she has been having a tough week, so KP and I were determined to get everyone out tonight to cheer her up/distract her/have fun. Lots of calls and texts, but we had a pretty great turn-out and closed out the first bar with a group of people, then moved to Canoe Club until that closed, and then ended up at a house party (more notes on guy stuff later). Around 3 am I took my friend back to my place and we were up until about 4:30 am because it was clear she hadn't gotten a chance to do the venting portion of the break-up yet. Honestly, I was really happy to be there for her and I hope she sees me as a good friend and someone she wants to spend time with. Also, it was nice to see the transition I am making from the damaged girl who is miserable in Hanover to my normal position as the girl with a big smile who can always lend an ear when someone has a problem.
Okay, so silly boy stuff was promised so here we go. I have not broken my celibacy vow, but it has been a challenge.
1) Motorboater. God damn it this kid is everywhere! He was at Canoe Club as it was closing and ended up at the house party we went to as well. It was awkward because the only girls at the party were me and my friend (the break-up, not KP), and motorboater has history with both of us and was clearly not getting any attention. Towards the end of the night he asked me to go talk with him in the kitchen where he proceeded to (a) chew tobacco and spit the whole time (OMG EWL!) and (b) try to figure out what had happened with the two of us. I think I was pretty nice in explaining that Chanukkah Ball night was not a good showing for either of us, and I really don't seem him as anything more than a friend. He took it okay....
2) The Loser. I met this guy around closing at Canoe Club. He totally admitted he was a loser (failed out of school, back home with his parents, starts fights for no reason, etc) but he was cute. We were kissing outside the bar and some friends of his walked by and he started to play hacky-sack. .....I went back in. He came to find me later and I was like "you stopped kissing me to play hacky-sack with your friends. We are done here." Kinda funny.
3) The Potential Fuck Buddy. Okay so this is ridiculous, but we talked for .25 seconds as Canoe Club was closing, made some joke about fucking and him coming to find me out the house party later, gave him my number, done. Went to house party and he came by, we ended up hardcore make-out session in the bathroom, he drove me home, left it at I needed to take care of my friend tonight but to give me a call tomorrow. Now, let us discuss the merits and issues with him becoming a Fuck Buddy.
Pros
*He is fairly attractive (not my type, but fine...and yes by that I mean not 40..you fucking jerks)
*He was a fantastic kisser (oh so good)
*He works and lives in the area but does not go to Dartmouth and has no connection to my social groups
*He has his own place with a big bed (don't want to annoy the roomates)
*He was completely fine with my proposal that we have completely non-committal sex when it is convenient and don't have to pretend to date
Cons
*The Celibacy Vow. I feel like I made that vow to change the way I was dealing with the men in my immediate social surroundings, and to prevent myself from making bad decisions with them and feeling sad about not having sex. Part of me feels that I am on the right track now and maybe it would be okay to have this sexual release that is nicely segregated from my social life. Also, it would take some pressure away from The Crush situation. That being said, I did make my vow and it has been a good thing, so maybe I don't want to fuck that up?
*While we were making out in the bathroom, I was spurning his attempts to go any further with me and making it clear we would not be fucking that night. He seemed to get it and as I was heading out of the room he was like "oh wait, will you suck my dick?" Now, I love sucking dick. True story. That being said, I worry about any guy who would ask me that question in that situation. The type of girl who will get on her knees in a bathroom and suck a guys dick without the possibility of getting off herself strikes me as the type who has low self-esteem and is just trying to please a guy. I am not that girl. If I am sucking a guy's dick I BETTER be getting off myself or at least have some established bond with them that would make me enjoy sucking their dick by virtue of making them happy. So, does this mean that he thinks I am the girl with low self-esteem? Better check yourself before you wreck yourself.
So, I guess I will see if he actually calls me today and play it from there. Shall keep y'all posted.
Sunday: Why, that is today. Woke up ridiculously late and am still exhausted from weekend without enough sleep. Have gotten some work done, updated my blog, and will be going grocery shopping in a bit. So, today is fine I suppose.
Should be a very busy week and I am hoping to train my brand spanking new research assistant this Wednesday and then have one project out of my hair. Classes are also starting up, tons of meetings, and lots of pressure from my adviser to get my first fMRI study up and running. So, like I said, should be a busy week, but I think I am ready for it.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Everything's Coming Up Millhouse
So I got my checks today. I know, I'm a real person. This is a strange feeling.
I also had a great meeting with my adviser and actually impressed him and some others with the questions I asked during a talk today. Shocking.
Still going strong at the gym, and still have yet to physically see The Bitch (she was home when I got here, and I think she even had a friend over, but they left while I was in my room). Oh, and The German invited me to her birthday party this Saturday (invited as in I am having a party in our living room - but it's still an invite right?).
Felt so good tonight that I had an orange instead of my usual candy bar. Everything's coming up Millhouse.
I also had a great meeting with my adviser and actually impressed him and some others with the questions I asked during a talk today. Shocking.
Still going strong at the gym, and still have yet to physically see The Bitch (she was home when I got here, and I think she even had a friend over, but they left while I was in my room). Oh, and The German invited me to her birthday party this Saturday (invited as in I am having a party in our living room - but it's still an invite right?).
Felt so good tonight that I had an orange instead of my usual candy bar. Everything's coming up Millhouse.
Roomate Spotlights
I suppose it is time to send the first update on the new roomates, so here they are:
1) The German - so if my problem with the last roomates was no talking, she is the exact opposite. She talks constantly and loudly, but she is also really friendly and funny, so I think it is probably okay. Her English is really good but she still spends a lot of time searching for the correct word, and instead of pausing or saying "um" she will just throw in random words until she finds the correct one. It's sort of silly but so much talky talky. She also has a European personal space bubble, so the first night I was sitting eating dinner and she got about 10 inches from my face and said "so how was your break?". Delightful.
My friend knows a bunch of people from her program, and apparently she is not so well liked because of her very blunt and aggressive style of stating opinions. However, as a roomate she is fine. We cooked dinner together and chatted, and then we both went off and did our own things. She also was apparently here last year, so she is involved in some campus groups and isn't around all that much.
2) The Bitch - when I woke up Tuesday morning the Bitch's room was open and some of her stuff was in the shower, but she was not around. It is now Thursday and I still have not seen her or even heard her in the evenings or mornings. Kinda strange. The German told me that she basically lives with her friends a few houses down, so at most she will come home, grab some stuff, and leave. I can totally live with that. The German also described her as the type of person who walks in, you say "hello" and they just keep walking. Apparently she reduced the last roomate to tears because she was taking it personally, but I know that she is just a bitch so I don't really care.
3) Mystery Chinese Roomate - still not here. Could I be so lucky?
Overall, I am 10000000 times happier with my new place. I semi-solved the heat issue (the heat turns on when I open a window but stays off when I don't..so I just don't open the window), and am adjusting to the shower. Also, the kitchen is so clean, it's amazing to use the dishwasher, and it's sort of great to have 2 people living in the space of 4. It is obvious that The German has never cooked for herself, but that is just amusing as it usually involved french fries and chicken fingers, not some god-forsaken gelatin creation that sits in the fridge for a month.
Also, just being happier where I am living means I am spending less time out boozing and more time at the gym and eating healthy food. One of my goals for 2010 is to loose the 5-10 pounds of sad/hateful weight I gained last term, so I think this is a really good place for me to start accepting my new life in Hanover.
1) The German - so if my problem with the last roomates was no talking, she is the exact opposite. She talks constantly and loudly, but she is also really friendly and funny, so I think it is probably okay. Her English is really good but she still spends a lot of time searching for the correct word, and instead of pausing or saying "um" she will just throw in random words until she finds the correct one. It's sort of silly but so much talky talky. She also has a European personal space bubble, so the first night I was sitting eating dinner and she got about 10 inches from my face and said "so how was your break?". Delightful.
My friend knows a bunch of people from her program, and apparently she is not so well liked because of her very blunt and aggressive style of stating opinions. However, as a roomate she is fine. We cooked dinner together and chatted, and then we both went off and did our own things. She also was apparently here last year, so she is involved in some campus groups and isn't around all that much.
2) The Bitch - when I woke up Tuesday morning the Bitch's room was open and some of her stuff was in the shower, but she was not around. It is now Thursday and I still have not seen her or even heard her in the evenings or mornings. Kinda strange. The German told me that she basically lives with her friends a few houses down, so at most she will come home, grab some stuff, and leave. I can totally live with that. The German also described her as the type of person who walks in, you say "hello" and they just keep walking. Apparently she reduced the last roomate to tears because she was taking it personally, but I know that she is just a bitch so I don't really care.
3) Mystery Chinese Roomate - still not here. Could I be so lucky?
Overall, I am 10000000 times happier with my new place. I semi-solved the heat issue (the heat turns on when I open a window but stays off when I don't..so I just don't open the window), and am adjusting to the shower. Also, the kitchen is so clean, it's amazing to use the dishwasher, and it's sort of great to have 2 people living in the space of 4. It is obvious that The German has never cooked for herself, but that is just amusing as it usually involved french fries and chicken fingers, not some god-forsaken gelatin creation that sits in the fridge for a month.
Also, just being happier where I am living means I am spending less time out boozing and more time at the gym and eating healthy food. One of my goals for 2010 is to loose the 5-10 pounds of sad/hateful weight I gained last term, so I think this is a really good place for me to start accepting my new life in Hanover.
Monday, January 4, 2010
License! and Roomate Update
Super quick - OMG I finally got my freaking driver's license. Amazing. Now if I could only get those checks that have been "in the mail" for the past 2 months. For another day..
Also, only 1 roomate has shown up this far (the cool but blunt German). I also still haven't talked to her because she got in late last night and this morning she was in the shower when I left. Will keep everyone posted on new developments.
It was amazing to come home and cook something and use the dishwasher. Ah the simple pleasures.
Also, only 1 roomate has shown up this far (the cool but blunt German). I also still haven't talked to her because she got in late last night and this morning she was in the shower when I left. Will keep everyone posted on new developments.
It was amazing to come home and cook something and use the dishwasher. Ah the simple pleasures.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Musings about the new apartment
Might as well start with the good and bad things about this new place I have sought to move to for so long, right?
First thing, the housing office clearly thought this was too easy and had to throw in a surprise right? When I spoke to 22A Subletter she told me that she was moving in on January 2nd. When I got in tonight there was nobody moved in. I went to go check on my mail (don't worry, I still am not appearing to get any, all is right in the world) which has the names of all the roomates on the front. To my surprise, the name that appeared was not 22A Subletters. It was still Chinese in orgin (duh!), but definitely not the girl I have talked to. Part of me is annoyed, because it seems like I could have moved in 3 months ago if this is the case. On the other hand, this lets me start fresh with the new 4th roomate and not have this awkward history of racism and annoyance. I guess we'll see what happens tomorrow.
Okay so, the room is still very tiny, but it forced me to do some reorganizing and I actually didn't have any trouble fitting stuff in the end. Some of my stuff did move to the common closet/kitchen, but I don't feel like I am stuffed into a closet (which, some may recall, I actually did do at GW...god I miss that closet).
Some early gripes:
(1) The heat in my tiny bedroom does not turn off. The dial is set to off, but it is hot. As someone who desires below freezing temperatures to sleep, this is not good. I do have the windows open, but the road next to me is kinda loud, so I'm not sure about keeping that open every night.
(2) Ah the joys of living below people. I was hoping the carpet would drown out the noise from the rooms above me, but it doesn't really. I haven't had to deal with this since senior year of college. I hope this turns out to be okay, like maybe they are really early to bed and late to rise types?
(3) The shower. The shower is equipped with the type of showerhead on a cord that you can move around and stuff. Should be good, but (a) you can't detach it from the wall and (b) it is old so it tilts really far forward and there is a very tiny portion of the shower that is in the stream of water. I'm hoping the roomate can show me how to fix this.
Some great things:
(1) The smell. When you walk in there is a clean smell of linen. I don't think I can really understand how this makes you feel after walking into the House of Asia everyday and getting assaulted with the smell of their last kill.
(2) The kitchen. It is that great mix of people are obviously cooking and using it, but keep it clean and don't make cooking the center of their life. Lots of cabinet space, and the fridge does not appear to be harboring any life.
(3) The bathroom. Crappy shower or not, the bathroom is clean and not covered in hair. Glorious!
Something Amusing:
The beds here are able to be lofted or unlofted on little notches, but when I moved in with Dan I was exhausted and didn't feel like dealing with it and I also need to use the space under the bed. It's at the highest level, which means I literally have to jump to get into my bed. Silly.
Let's hope the mystery roomate is awesome and the other roomates prove to be a major improvement. I'm excited.
First thing, the housing office clearly thought this was too easy and had to throw in a surprise right? When I spoke to 22A Subletter she told me that she was moving in on January 2nd. When I got in tonight there was nobody moved in. I went to go check on my mail (don't worry, I still am not appearing to get any, all is right in the world) which has the names of all the roomates on the front. To my surprise, the name that appeared was not 22A Subletters. It was still Chinese in orgin (duh!), but definitely not the girl I have talked to. Part of me is annoyed, because it seems like I could have moved in 3 months ago if this is the case. On the other hand, this lets me start fresh with the new 4th roomate and not have this awkward history of racism and annoyance. I guess we'll see what happens tomorrow.
Okay so, the room is still very tiny, but it forced me to do some reorganizing and I actually didn't have any trouble fitting stuff in the end. Some of my stuff did move to the common closet/kitchen, but I don't feel like I am stuffed into a closet (which, some may recall, I actually did do at GW...god I miss that closet).
Some early gripes:
(1) The heat in my tiny bedroom does not turn off. The dial is set to off, but it is hot. As someone who desires below freezing temperatures to sleep, this is not good. I do have the windows open, but the road next to me is kinda loud, so I'm not sure about keeping that open every night.
(2) Ah the joys of living below people. I was hoping the carpet would drown out the noise from the rooms above me, but it doesn't really. I haven't had to deal with this since senior year of college. I hope this turns out to be okay, like maybe they are really early to bed and late to rise types?
(3) The shower. The shower is equipped with the type of showerhead on a cord that you can move around and stuff. Should be good, but (a) you can't detach it from the wall and (b) it is old so it tilts really far forward and there is a very tiny portion of the shower that is in the stream of water. I'm hoping the roomate can show me how to fix this.
Some great things:
(1) The smell. When you walk in there is a clean smell of linen. I don't think I can really understand how this makes you feel after walking into the House of Asia everyday and getting assaulted with the smell of their last kill.
(2) The kitchen. It is that great mix of people are obviously cooking and using it, but keep it clean and don't make cooking the center of their life. Lots of cabinet space, and the fridge does not appear to be harboring any life.
(3) The bathroom. Crappy shower or not, the bathroom is clean and not covered in hair. Glorious!
Something Amusing:
The beds here are able to be lofted or unlofted on little notches, but when I moved in with Dan I was exhausted and didn't feel like dealing with it and I also need to use the space under the bed. It's at the highest level, which means I literally have to jump to get into my bed. Silly.
Let's hope the mystery roomate is awesome and the other roomates prove to be a major improvement. I'm excited.
Back in Hanover = Back to Blog
Happy New Years kids! I'll type a little recap for all of you returning to work on Monday and thinking "God, can't something distract me from reality for another 10 minutes". Yes I can.
Christmas Eve and Christmas: Fabulous, as always. Love seeing old friends at church, have the best tradition of Christmas Eve dinner with family friends. We basically buy meals from Costco and drink as much booze as we can before someone falls asleep. That was my brother this year.
Christmas was great. I did receive the most random present ever from my brother which was (1) "fancy pens", (2) laser-guided scissors (they didn't actually cut straight), (3) a portable propane tank, (4) a propane camping lantern, and (5) a Family Guy movie dvd. Honestly, it's the Family Guy dvd that offended me the most - who still watches that? We returned it all to Target, and he pretended to be upset that I didn't like what he got me. Thought that counts? No, not at all. Parents got me skis and the traditional Simpson's calendar. I also got to spend the whole day cooking in the kitchen with my Dad, which is the best part of Christmas.
Spent much of the rest of the break running errands and taking care of odds and ends (including the Hanover move, previously blogged about). Also got to see Marykate (like that shout-out) and tons of Megan.
New Years Eve: Also awesome. I took the train into NYC to see Caitlin and learned how to navigate the subway all by myself (look, it was a big accomplishment). We got dinner and drinks with Caitlin's friend, got dressed, took silly pictures, and hit up The Nightingale lounge in the East Village with an assorted mix of Caitlin's friends (some from GW). Lots of dancing and lots of drinking - so obviously a great time. We also went to another bar down that way that had a great basement lounge, but I will never ever remember the name of it or where it was. Obligatory 4 am pizza followed and then we passed out.
The morning after I was supposed to meet with an old and very dear friend from Cheshire, but he totally flaked and didn't wake up until 2 am (bastard, but totally like him) so I got brunch with Caitlin's law school friends. One of her friends was awesome, the other had started drinking at 8 pm the night before and just kept going. He seemed surprised that they didn't serve hard liquor at Pain au Quotidien and we had several nearby tables tell him he was being inappropriate and move. Good stuff.
After that I met up with Megan and her friend and we took Metro North home and collapsed. Yet again keeping with the New Years tradition of going to NYC and back with Megan, but not actually spending the evening with her.
Last few days were more errands and family time, and then I drove back up to Hanover on Saturday in an attempt to beat the storm (didn't happen) and get settled.
More on the new place in the next post.
Christmas Eve and Christmas: Fabulous, as always. Love seeing old friends at church, have the best tradition of Christmas Eve dinner with family friends. We basically buy meals from Costco and drink as much booze as we can before someone falls asleep. That was my brother this year.
Christmas was great. I did receive the most random present ever from my brother which was (1) "fancy pens", (2) laser-guided scissors (they didn't actually cut straight), (3) a portable propane tank, (4) a propane camping lantern, and (5) a Family Guy movie dvd. Honestly, it's the Family Guy dvd that offended me the most - who still watches that? We returned it all to Target, and he pretended to be upset that I didn't like what he got me. Thought that counts? No, not at all. Parents got me skis and the traditional Simpson's calendar. I also got to spend the whole day cooking in the kitchen with my Dad, which is the best part of Christmas.
Spent much of the rest of the break running errands and taking care of odds and ends (including the Hanover move, previously blogged about). Also got to see Marykate (like that shout-out) and tons of Megan.
New Years Eve: Also awesome. I took the train into NYC to see Caitlin and learned how to navigate the subway all by myself (look, it was a big accomplishment). We got dinner and drinks with Caitlin's friend, got dressed, took silly pictures, and hit up The Nightingale lounge in the East Village with an assorted mix of Caitlin's friends (some from GW). Lots of dancing and lots of drinking - so obviously a great time. We also went to another bar down that way that had a great basement lounge, but I will never ever remember the name of it or where it was. Obligatory 4 am pizza followed and then we passed out.
The morning after I was supposed to meet with an old and very dear friend from Cheshire, but he totally flaked and didn't wake up until 2 am (bastard, but totally like him) so I got brunch with Caitlin's law school friends. One of her friends was awesome, the other had started drinking at 8 pm the night before and just kept going. He seemed surprised that they didn't serve hard liquor at Pain au Quotidien and we had several nearby tables tell him he was being inappropriate and move. Good stuff.
After that I met up with Megan and her friend and we took Metro North home and collapsed. Yet again keeping with the New Years tradition of going to NYC and back with Megan, but not actually spending the evening with her.
Last few days were more errands and family time, and then I drove back up to Hanover on Saturday in an attempt to beat the storm (didn't happen) and get settled.
More on the new place in the next post.
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