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- Mood:
nostalgic
Although, just for the sake of bitching and moaning--it's what I do best!--what is with these ambiguous questions? Choose how? Is this Trolley-Problem choice or who gets my extra game ticket choice? If I pick friends, does that mean I would stand up my significant other to go to a movie with the girls, or if they were both about to be eaten by sharks I'd save my friends and leave the boyfriend with Jaws? Writer's block, oh writer's block...
Well, people who think the length of my shower is somehow their business, for one.
The whole cigarette out the window thing is obnoxious, though. Every year this place pretty much burns down, throwing anything remotely likely to start a fire anywhere except the proper receptacle really is an act of utmost assholery.
ALSO, please stop watering your cement patch (I'm looking at you, Rock Bottom Brewery!).
Oh, and to address the question at hand:
Cheese, albeit only the proper types of cheese--nothing too smelly-- should go on EVERYTHING.
This question always comes up in these types of things, and my answer will never vary: freak out. Seriously, all these people who say "Well, if I was going to die tomorrow I'd go skydiving and swim with dolphins!!111" are just full of it. The knowledge of impending death and good times just don't mesh. Unless I guess you were religious to the point you were POSITIVE there was a (good) life afterward, and I really don't think there are a lot of those people out there...
If I tell someone something weird about myself, and they counter with something even stranger, then I might go ahead and consider them a friend. If all I get is strange looks, the relationship is destined to go no further.
Unfortunately for the people on my friends' list, usually by logging on to LJ and bitching about it.
I am flying home tomorrow, I don't know if I am going to be posting much.
Will be back on the 30th!
Hm. I'm kind of worried that my other class will be a lot of work. The one I had today requires an 8-10 pg paper, which actually probably won't be that bad. The professor is really nice, but a lot of people I've met here are really snippy! So I'm afraid what my next professor is going to be like. Cambridge is gorgeous but it strikes me as really formal. They are very particular about their lawns. Yet there are no garbage cans ANYWHERE. I seriously have to carry my trash around in my pocket until I get back to my room.
So I was with some people just wandering around the city and this woman in a ridiculous outfit that looked like a pirate costume comes out to meet these two black limos...everyone was supposed to stay back, and everyone was clapping and taking pictures as these really formally dressed old guys came out and went into this building with her...still trying to figure out what was up with that.
I just finished a box of the most delicious raspberries. Definately back to Sainsbury's tomorrow for a refill.
