I take offense to this and rebut this claim by posting some brief tidbits about life, etc and some photos.
#1: Check out my sexy professor. Not a great picture because I was taking it while being creepy.
#2: I love cider. It's pretty much the best thing ever, and it averages an alcohol content on par with Guinness (about 4.6%). And pints are considerably bigger here than at home. It's nice, because they cost so fucking much.
#3: I have a knee injury that I am pretty sure will never heal. It may prevent me from joining ultimate frisbee club. It will not keep me from joining Pirate Society and something called Cowpunchers. I'm not sure what Cowpunchers is other than the fact that I have a crucial need to join it.
#4: There are Dementors living in the Hogwarts building on campus. They're pretty much the scariest things ever.
#5: Best places to get food when you have the drunchies? Tie between Hillbilly's Fried Chicken and Abrakebabra. I kid you not, my friends.
#6: Catch 22 is playing September 21 at a local pub. And it's free to get in. I'm jazzed. Other people didn't seem so excited; most replies were "I don't know who that is." I don't care. I'm so going. And, knee injury aside, I'm gonna skank my ass off.
#7: When we were in Dublin at the beginning of the trip, I saw Riverdance drunk. It was pretty awesome except for the slow bits where I nodded off. I had a big day as a whiskey taster at the Jameson distillery about two hours before the show. It was a good day.
#8: In about 5.5 hours I need to be on a bus to Dublin. I'm going to bed.
3 comments:
Regarding prof pic: you are a girl after my own heart with the creepy picture taking. Also, much better than the one on facebook. I can clearly see his sexy.
I would also like to reiterate that your alcoholism is growing rapidly clearer as the days go on.
Yeah, about the hair...I'm never cutting my hair ever again after that traumatizing last one. But thanks!
First off, I need to stop blogging drunk (a.k.a. now and that last post that I put up (about my BFFE)). Secondofly, I googled Edie, and it led me to a page that said she spoke Hindi. Hence that comment. I'm sorry that you don't have creepy friends. Also, I feel that you are a bad blog friend, as I have put up like six posts in the last week, and you've only commented on one of them. They were all pretty good too. Geez. You're a mean Blogger friend. I feels so neglected.
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