It's been cold lately so I've been frequenting Local Coffee Shop more than usual and The Hot Barista has taken note. I haven't paid for a drink for the last few days and he wrote his number on the cup sleeve today before he handed it to me with a wink and a "call me sometime."
In other news... a few of us went out for Mardi Gras and ended up staying up all night since we all had early classes on Ash Wednesday. Little Sister #1 is Catholic... although she tends to pick and choose what she tenets she follows... but she does Lent every year and this year she's giving up parties. I don't know how she's going to survive 40 some odd days without going out, but I guess the positive here is that the only major party holiday she's missing is St. Paddy's Day. And probably a handful of list parties, but there's always list parties.
Anyway, she wanted to go to 5am Mass on Ash Wednesday to get it out of the way and somehow convinced me (probably in the post-Mardi Gras drunken state) to go with her so she wouldn't have to go alone. I was up anyway so off we went. She got her little ash mark on her forehead, which I like to think of as a somewhat fashionable Catholic accessory for the occasion. While I was waiting for her to get her mark, I ran into this girl in my Genetics Section. I'm pretty sure she's a good Catholic and does everything as it should be done or whatever. Anyway she had her ash mark all day yesterday but when I walked into Genetics Section today... she had sprung a growth of acne right where the ash mark was! Oops... Little Sis #1 says that sometimes the priests use some oil based substance to mix with the ash so it sticks on all day and it probably clogged her pores. Little Sis #1 says that's why she went home and replaced the ash mark with non-comedogenic gray eyeshadow over foundation so she wouldn't have a similar problem. I love that she tries to balance her faith with her vanity. Perhaps Jesus is testing The Good Catholics out there by trying them with skin problems.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
List parties and Pledges
Last night was the battle of the list parties... The Mansion vs. The Charter House. They're both known for their raging parties and everyone always wants to be on the list for them. They attract a lot of the same demographic and so it was interesting to see the bitterness build up between the two frats all week. They all came by and made announcements and at The House, they happened to make the announcement one right after the other and there was noticeable tension.
Anyway, it's standard practice for sorority girls to go to their boyfriends' frats' parties and stay there... but The Flirt decided to blackmail me by telling me that unless I showed up at his party, he wouldn't give me lab notes for the day I missed last week... ironically thanks to sleeping over at The Guitar Hero's the night before and not waking up in time for class the next morning.
I showed up at The Mansion first and hung out while The Guitar Hero was telling the new pledges what was expected from them in terms of party etiquette, bartending, and whatnot. The party got started and The Guitar Hero went upstairs to make sure the doors to all the wings of the house were locked while I waited downstairs by the bar. One of the pledges came by to offer me a drink. I hadn't met this new class yet and I haven't been around much lately for them to know who I am so he unsuspectingly started to flirt with me. He was decently cute so I pushed his pledge pin to pass the time and to force him to do something embarrassing... which in the Mansion's case is to get down on one knee, offer a compliment, and recite a poem that the older brothers make up. This pledge decided to go with the ever generic "You have a beautiful smile" as his compliment and before he could get to the poem, The Guitar Hero walked in and immediately said "That was a half-assed piece of shit compliment. Come up with a better one and do it again." The pledge then went with "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." The Guitar Hero said, "That's better" while putting his arm around my waist and then added, "Too bad she's my girlfriend. Haha poor pledges... attempting to get with older women. I saw the same one go hit on The Pageant Princess later.
I stopped by The Charter House's list party and The Flirt tried his hardest to keep me there but I promised to go back to The Mansion's party. I do have to say The Charter House's party was loud and worth the visit... especially since none of the guys there associate me as taboo (unlike most of the guys at The Mansion) and they are HOT. The Pageant Princess decided to stay there and I ended up going back to The Mansion by myself to face a bitter Guitar Hero who was mad that I left in the first place. Some idiotic Barbie's Whorehouse new pledge was flirting heavily with him so I said "Excuse me", nudged her out of the way and pulled him in for a hot and heavy kiss. Freshmen pledges. Honestly don't know who the fuck they're dealing with. I can outflirt them any day of the week and I'm damn good at it. But, I was feeling somewhat benevolent and also scheming to get rid of her so I sent the pledge that hit on me earlier her way. They were happily all over each other in a corner a little while later. Fixing up couples and eliminating the annoyances. All in a day's work.
Granted, I can already tell what's going to happen. They sleep together. He doesn't recall any of it (including her name) and doesn't respond her calls/texts/facebook messages. She gets all hurt about it, cries a bunch, then gets over it the next weekend with another hookup. The young ones just don't understand that if you hook up, it's a one time thing that's just meant to satisfy the desperate and current urge and nothing more. Seriously, girls gain some self-control, invest in a good vibrator or a steady boyfriend, or be fine with hooking up left and right with no further agenda... and stop crying to me about it because I've heard and seen the same damn story too many times. It's like that part of the horror movie where everyone is screaming "don't go in there" and of course the leading lady goes in there. Half-naked, no less.
Anyway, it's standard practice for sorority girls to go to their boyfriends' frats' parties and stay there... but The Flirt decided to blackmail me by telling me that unless I showed up at his party, he wouldn't give me lab notes for the day I missed last week... ironically thanks to sleeping over at The Guitar Hero's the night before and not waking up in time for class the next morning.
I showed up at The Mansion first and hung out while The Guitar Hero was telling the new pledges what was expected from them in terms of party etiquette, bartending, and whatnot. The party got started and The Guitar Hero went upstairs to make sure the doors to all the wings of the house were locked while I waited downstairs by the bar. One of the pledges came by to offer me a drink. I hadn't met this new class yet and I haven't been around much lately for them to know who I am so he unsuspectingly started to flirt with me. He was decently cute so I pushed his pledge pin to pass the time and to force him to do something embarrassing... which in the Mansion's case is to get down on one knee, offer a compliment, and recite a poem that the older brothers make up. This pledge decided to go with the ever generic "You have a beautiful smile" as his compliment and before he could get to the poem, The Guitar Hero walked in and immediately said "That was a half-assed piece of shit compliment. Come up with a better one and do it again." The pledge then went with "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." The Guitar Hero said, "That's better" while putting his arm around my waist and then added, "Too bad she's my girlfriend. Haha poor pledges... attempting to get with older women. I saw the same one go hit on The Pageant Princess later.
I stopped by The Charter House's list party and The Flirt tried his hardest to keep me there but I promised to go back to The Mansion's party. I do have to say The Charter House's party was loud and worth the visit... especially since none of the guys there associate me as taboo (unlike most of the guys at The Mansion) and they are HOT. The Pageant Princess decided to stay there and I ended up going back to The Mansion by myself to face a bitter Guitar Hero who was mad that I left in the first place. Some idiotic Barbie's Whorehouse new pledge was flirting heavily with him so I said "Excuse me", nudged her out of the way and pulled him in for a hot and heavy kiss. Freshmen pledges. Honestly don't know who the fuck they're dealing with. I can outflirt them any day of the week and I'm damn good at it. But, I was feeling somewhat benevolent and also scheming to get rid of her so I sent the pledge that hit on me earlier her way. They were happily all over each other in a corner a little while later. Fixing up couples and eliminating the annoyances. All in a day's work.
Granted, I can already tell what's going to happen. They sleep together. He doesn't recall any of it (including her name) and doesn't respond her calls/texts/facebook messages. She gets all hurt about it, cries a bunch, then gets over it the next weekend with another hookup. The young ones just don't understand that if you hook up, it's a one time thing that's just meant to satisfy the desperate and current urge and nothing more. Seriously, girls gain some self-control, invest in a good vibrator or a steady boyfriend, or be fine with hooking up left and right with no further agenda... and stop crying to me about it because I've heard and seen the same damn story too many times. It's like that part of the horror movie where everyone is screaming "don't go in there" and of course the leading lady goes in there. Half-naked, no less.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Taking over the world, one campus at a time.
I haven't posted in forever.
Since taking on my role in Panhell, I've just been busy. To top that off, our International contacted us and extended invitations to a few of us to help colonize a new chapter of The House at this college about 4 hours away by car. Our International has been in a big push lately for colonizing more chapters at different schools. I've been spending my weekends down there with Internationals, alumni, and The Social Chair (who I'm going to refer to as The Pageant Princess since she's no longer social chair and she used to be heavily into beauty pageants.) since she's VP Membership for our Panhell. We've been doing some planning and brought some of our best and cutest recruiters and ran a spring rush there.
It was kind of annoying since it was like running an over the top spring rush since we had to compete with existing chapters. But we got a class of about 50 girls and they're into their pledge period and what not. A bunch of us have been doing work getting them ready and our chapter as well as a few others in the region have taken up the role of being big sisters and whatnot and inviting them to our events. We had our invitational last week and a bunch of them came to that. Granted, since they're still colonizing, they have to complete a bunch of tasks... but the bulk of my work on the advisory board is over and I can get on with life again.
Other updates... things are going somewhat rockily with The Guitar Hero. He was mad that I wasn't around for Valentine's Day since I was helping at our colonizing chapter dealing with stuff. He's also not too happy since The Flirt and I are lab partners in a class we have together. The Flirt, on the other hand, has been taking every opportunity to cause problems and be a romantic moron. He bought me not one, but several, singing Valentine grams from The Male A Capella Group with a Punny Name, which stalked me for most of the week before Valentine's Day. He also wrote me stupid little poems every single day that week... gems like:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Let's get in bed,
For a good screw.
and
Remember the dude from Nantucket,
Whose dick was so long he would suck it?
He's got nothing on me,
I'm stiffer than a tree,
So come over and let me fuck it.
Honestly what kind of guy spends his time making dirty limericks? Although I do know one of The Charter House's pledge nights involves drinking and making up dirty lyrics to songs so they probably have decent practice.
Anyway, time to get some breakfast and head to class. It's been taking me twice as long to get to class lately because of the shitty weather. The weather forecast on the news likes to make it sound much cuter than it really is by calling it "wintry showers" when really it's sleet so it's like raining but raining white icee. And it splatters and is freezing and melts on everything.
Since taking on my role in Panhell, I've just been busy. To top that off, our International contacted us and extended invitations to a few of us to help colonize a new chapter of The House at this college about 4 hours away by car. Our International has been in a big push lately for colonizing more chapters at different schools. I've been spending my weekends down there with Internationals, alumni, and The Social Chair (who I'm going to refer to as The Pageant Princess since she's no longer social chair and she used to be heavily into beauty pageants.) since she's VP Membership for our Panhell. We've been doing some planning and brought some of our best and cutest recruiters and ran a spring rush there.
It was kind of annoying since it was like running an over the top spring rush since we had to compete with existing chapters. But we got a class of about 50 girls and they're into their pledge period and what not. A bunch of us have been doing work getting them ready and our chapter as well as a few others in the region have taken up the role of being big sisters and whatnot and inviting them to our events. We had our invitational last week and a bunch of them came to that. Granted, since they're still colonizing, they have to complete a bunch of tasks... but the bulk of my work on the advisory board is over and I can get on with life again.
Other updates... things are going somewhat rockily with The Guitar Hero. He was mad that I wasn't around for Valentine's Day since I was helping at our colonizing chapter dealing with stuff. He's also not too happy since The Flirt and I are lab partners in a class we have together. The Flirt, on the other hand, has been taking every opportunity to cause problems and be a romantic moron. He bought me not one, but several, singing Valentine grams from The Male A Capella Group with a Punny Name, which stalked me for most of the week before Valentine's Day. He also wrote me stupid little poems every single day that week... gems like:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Let's get in bed,
For a good screw.
and
Remember the dude from Nantucket,
Whose dick was so long he would suck it?
He's got nothing on me,
I'm stiffer than a tree,
So come over and let me fuck it.
Honestly what kind of guy spends his time making dirty limericks? Although I do know one of The Charter House's pledge nights involves drinking and making up dirty lyrics to songs so they probably have decent practice.
Anyway, time to get some breakfast and head to class. It's been taking me twice as long to get to class lately because of the shitty weather. The weather forecast on the news likes to make it sound much cuter than it really is by calling it "wintry showers" when really it's sleet so it's like raining but raining white icee. And it splatters and is freezing and melts on everything.
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