"these are so good, they make my whole head feel good. like seriously...my whole head."
ok. i wrote this passage a while back, and saved it and never updated or completed it. so here it is:
howdy doody bloggidy blog.
well, right now i am sitting under the archway of vanderbilt hall. the roomies are still in the room sleeping b/c its really early. i had to get up, and now i'm waiting for the mommas and the poppas to get here so that we can go shopping.
my laptop is soo cool! its such a wonderful freedom to get on here and start writing whenever i want. and besides, i makes me look really important while i sit and type like i am soo cool--b/c i am soo cool!!
yesterday was a bit different. talking to MLK peeps online was weird b/c everyone was really busy. i had just gotten in around 1:30 pm b/c the bus that was to pick us up from the farm was very very late. sportscenter marked his territory on the bottom bunk by pissing on it (like any normal human being would!). luckily, i got to have the mini walk in closet...thats about 4 by 4 by the ceiling (which is really high).
juvey is a pretty chill guy. and espn is a lot buffer than he looks in the facebook-- he definetely looks like he should be running for yale. i kind of lucked out b/c all of my roomies are genuinely nice people. i don't see that much drama going on...and if there is any drama, i'll prolly be the one that causes it.
harvest was amazing. i know i dogged on it b/c it was much different than what the pamphlet claimed it to be. the meals were "legendary", but not in the way that the pamphlet described. i was thiking we'd be chillin on some farm with baskets of cornucopious horns and picking fresh vegetables in the farm for the farmer's wife to fix up...i was thinking pot roast and roasted potatoes and tons of good stuff. instead, we had boxes of preserved foods and fruits that the counselors, Earth Mother and Sky Father, whipped up for us. we had apple turnovers, cous cous, hummus, sex, quesadillas, sex, lots of water, fresh raspberries, and sex to name a few.
i still woudl like to know what exactly i paid 330 dollars for...bc there was nothing involved in harvest that seemed to have been worth that much. instead, i felt like a friend-whore since the 330 dollars technically went to making friends for me. i was really grateful that the people i got to meet were really really cool. i created archetypal names for all of them (well, most of them), b/c that just seemed to be the cool thing to do. eg, Becca, the earth mother, and Lucas, the sky father, were both our group leaders. i was the jest (aka village idiot)...(there were 11 of us total)...we had the alchemist, the magician, the sibyll, the old wise man, the huntress, the nibble (don't ask), the story teller, the maiden (and we also had "the maiden no more")...i can't remember any more of them, but they were really funny. i told everyone that we were starting a Utopian community, so we all adressed one another by saying "brother/sister", and addressed our leaders by calling them "father lucas" and mother becca". when the leaders cooked for us, we would say "thank you father lucas for being the great provider". since we were not allowed to have watches and stuff, the earth mother, becca, doubled as the "keeper of time" because she was the only one with a watch. i have to say that it was one of the funniest times i have had in a while~ i really liked everyone b/c i felt that they appreciated my jest. we played "warm and fuzzies" the last night (not to be mistaked with "soggy biscuit"), where we all went in a circle and said nice things about one another. it felt really good, and its nice to know that i have a nice support of friends to lay back on.
the freshman fling ended up being really fun. i met up with some people from my harvest trip, and those people had friends and so i met those friends and we created a huge orgy of friendship. i am really psyked about this year. yalies rock!! one of the best parts is the conversations we come up with...and we don't feel that dorky b/c we aren't dorks. one of the girls in my harvest group had a perfect SAT score, and for that, i realized that the admissions committee looks for more than academics, because everyone was soo smart and soo rad.
Yeah. so thats all i had to say. but i am LOVING college you guys. i'll try to update...
so listen to this: my roomie, ESPN puked and fell asleep on the bathroom floor.
but we are slowly checking off all the college experiences each day;
1) being sexiled
2) watching a roomie get it on from a secret, live webcam
3) smoking from a huge a bong
4) drunk roommates
5) parties busted by cops
each day...i will have another thing to add to my list-o-things-to-do.
au revoir!
**Sportcenter's dad used to write for a popular TV and now writes for another show on CBS and was kissed by someone hottt
**Juvey's dad is a rich jew...yeah. another one. he goes all over the world on yale speaking about stupid stuff...he's a pulmonary cardiologist.
**ESPN's parents are from North Carolina.
howdy doody bloggidy blog.
well, right now i am sitting under the archway of vanderbilt hall. the roomies are still in the room sleeping b/c its really early. i had to get up, and now i'm waiting for the mommas and the poppas to get here so that we can go shopping.
my laptop is soo cool! its such a wonderful freedom to get on here and start writing whenever i want. and besides, i makes me look really important while i sit and type like i am soo cool--b/c i am soo cool!!
yesterday was a bit different. talking to MLK peeps online was weird b/c everyone was really busy. i had just gotten in around 1:30 pm b/c the bus that was to pick us up from the farm was very very late. sportscenter marked his territory on the bottom bunk by pissing on it (like any normal human being would!). luckily, i got to have the mini walk in closet...thats about 4 by 4 by the ceiling (which is really high).
juvey is a pretty chill guy. and espn is a lot buffer than he looks in the facebook-- he definetely looks like he should be running for yale. i kind of lucked out b/c all of my roomies are genuinely nice people. i don't see that much drama going on...and if there is any drama, i'll prolly be the one that causes it.
harvest was amazing. i know i dogged on it b/c it was much different than what the pamphlet claimed it to be. the meals were "legendary", but not in the way that the pamphlet described. i was thiking we'd be chillin on some farm with baskets of cornucopious horns and picking fresh vegetables in the farm for the farmer's wife to fix up...i was thinking pot roast and roasted potatoes and tons of good stuff. instead, we had boxes of preserved foods and fruits that the counselors, Earth Mother and Sky Father, whipped up for us. we had apple turnovers, cous cous, hummus, sex, quesadillas, sex, lots of water, fresh raspberries, and sex to name a few.
i still woudl like to know what exactly i paid 330 dollars for...bc there was nothing involved in harvest that seemed to have been worth that much. instead, i felt like a friend-whore since the 330 dollars technically went to making friends for me. i was really grateful that the people i got to meet were really really cool. i created archetypal names for all of them (well, most of them), b/c that just seemed to be the cool thing to do. eg, Becca, the earth mother, and Lucas, the sky father, were both our group leaders. i was the jest (aka village idiot)...(there were 11 of us total)...we had the alchemist, the magician, the sibyll, the old wise man, the huntress, the nibble (don't ask), the story teller, the maiden (and we also had "the maiden no more")...i can't remember any more of them, but they were really funny. i told everyone that we were starting a Utopian community, so we all adressed one another by saying "brother/sister", and addressed our leaders by calling them "father lucas" and mother becca". when the leaders cooked for us, we would say "thank you father lucas for being the great provider". since we were not allowed to have watches and stuff, the earth mother, becca, doubled as the "keeper of time" because she was the only one with a watch. i have to say that it was one of the funniest times i have had in a while~ i really liked everyone b/c i felt that they appreciated my jest. we played "warm and fuzzies" the last night (not to be mistaked with "soggy biscuit"), where we all went in a circle and said nice things about one another. it felt really good, and its nice to know that i have a nice support of friends to lay back on.
the freshman fling ended up being really fun. i met up with some people from my harvest trip, and those people had friends and so i met those friends and we created a huge orgy of friendship. i am really psyked about this year. yalies rock!! one of the best parts is the conversations we come up with...and we don't feel that dorky b/c we aren't dorks. one of the girls in my harvest group had a perfect SAT score, and for that, i realized that the admissions committee looks for more than academics, because everyone was soo smart and soo rad.
Yeah. so thats all i had to say. but i am LOVING college you guys. i'll try to update...
so listen to this: my roomie, ESPN puked and fell asleep on the bathroom floor.
but we are slowly checking off all the college experiences each day;
1) being sexiled
2) watching a roomie get it on from a secret, live webcam
3) smoking from a huge a bong
4) drunk roommates
5) parties busted by cops
each day...i will have another thing to add to my list-o-things-to-do.
au revoir!
**Sportcenter's dad used to write for a popular TV and now writes for another show on CBS and was kissed by someone hottt
**Juvey's dad is a rich jew...yeah. another one. he goes all over the world on yale speaking about stupid stuff...he's a pulmonary cardiologist.
**ESPN's parents are from North Carolina.
posted by Joe @ 11:21 PM
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