The first was a Sunday though. I feel I can use the defense: "It would have been heathenish!" to carry my cause. And as for yesterday I have two legitimate excuses: the internet at my house eloped with the cable, and it was a Monday. I feel that is enough said.
As I said, the internet is gone, so currently I'm writing this at a table at Panera, sipping tea that tastes like a forest (in a good way).
Spent the afternoon doing some mad studying at the Gemmells on Sunday. What good times. Purposefully-sabotaged Whisper Down the Lane, mini-paper airplanes crafted from Starburst wrappers, griping about my theory book...ah, these are the things that we'll remember when we're old.
Interesting exchange between me and Shannon yesterday. The background: while waiting to leave for school, we both gathered in the kitchen. Shannon looked quite put-together in a jean skirt, striped sweater (that apparently I've worn more than she has), and brown fuzzy pom-pom boots (mine), beatifully makeupped and read to go. I gloriously present myself in jeans, an old t-shirt, a sweatshirt (to hide my food baby), a hobo (or skater bum--the two are almost interchangeable, save for the fact that hobos are cooler) knit cap (to hide my awful hair that I had no time to fix), and last night's mascara.
The exchange--shorter than the background--went as follows:
SHANNON: (cheerfully sniping) I look more like a college student than you do!
MEAGAN: (grumpy at 7:15 and therefore snarky) No...no really this is what college students actually look like.
I know you current students and recent graduates are nodding. I could only looked more like a real college student if I had been wearing Uggs (oh shudder).
Monday hardly bears mentioning. I won't, other than the fact that I got to hang out with dear Mary again.
In class today: extremely roundabout theory discussion that had no real conclusion, "Geri's Game" (it's a favorite); out of class today: found a kindred spirit in the feminism issue and spent ten minutes griping about FemNazis and their scary, intense ways. Fun.
Something to consider: Charles Dickens and Herman Melville were both payed by the word. I love Dickens, partly for his wordiness; I hate Herman Melville, mostly for his rambling. Interesting.
This post has a lot of colons. New trend: possibly. Probably not.
Huge gold star for use of 'food baby.'
ReplyDeleteI empathize with the internetlessness...we had that scenario all last week of work. At least Panera is a delicious hangout!
oh panera... i do believe the last time you were there, your food put you and liz to sleep :)
ReplyDeleteand yes... i would agree that you would know more about what a college student looks like (seeing how you ARE one) than your sis.
so sorry you internet eloped with the cable...
Heehee, you make me laugh. (apparently i looked like a college student when I came in that one day...I dont see how...I wasnt in a hoodie!)
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