There are times when I feel really pissed off with Hamilton College and the U.S. of A in general. Yesterday was one of those times. One of my friends here threw an awesome party last night - a la Stephanian format - complete with contraband and UV lights et al.
The party peaked two hours into binging and after a round of ol' Jane in the bathroom, things were nice and mellow, which explains why the extremely loud, smashing asteroids kind of loud, music totally evaded my senses.
Campus Police came knocking on the door. We asked them to join us - they decided they were better off hosting their own party with our confiscated booze. Why? We ask. 'Cause it's an unauthorised party you schmucks they reply. If that wasn't bad enough, they wrote up everyone who was under-21 and drinking. Seriously sometimes I really wish I was anywhere, even China, anywhere except for this god-forsaken country.
This morning is like one of those where you wake up and you walk around and you feel that you've committed some horrible crime and everyone except for you knows about it. It's not helping. So here I am sitting at my desk job on a bright Sunday afternoon feeling like shit. Such is the irony.
The party peaked two hours into binging and after a round of ol' Jane in the bathroom, things were nice and mellow, which explains why the extremely loud, smashing asteroids kind of loud, music totally evaded my senses.
Campus Police came knocking on the door. We asked them to join us - they decided they were better off hosting their own party with our confiscated booze. Why? We ask. 'Cause it's an unauthorised party you schmucks they reply. If that wasn't bad enough, they wrote up everyone who was under-21 and drinking. Seriously sometimes I really wish I was anywhere, even China, anywhere except for this god-forsaken country.
This morning is like one of those where you wake up and you walk around and you feel that you've committed some horrible crime and everyone except for you knows about it. It's not helping. So here I am sitting at my desk job on a bright Sunday afternoon feeling like shit. Such is the irony.
Now you know why we have word verification.
ReplyDeleteCome come now. America can't be all that bad. No Wee Willie Winkie. No Walrus.
No phone calls to parents maybe?
(Hey don't get deported or anything, wokay?)
You still haven't enabled the word verification thingie.
ReplyDeleteSucker for punishment?
And no, nothing is sacred. You're in America, where Guns, God and Gays are Sacred. Eheheh.
So what's the procedure now? Summary trial and hangings? Or "Aww shucks, you bad boy!" ?
ReplyDeleteTawakley misses you Mighty.
ReplyDeleteI have slept for a total of 4 hours in the past 48...
ReplyDeletethis has nothing to do with anything, just a random fact that makes me feel like a big guy...
Maity. You want those questions in doc format, or do you have OpenOffice?
ReplyDeleteDoc format would be nice, if it's not too much trouble...
ReplyDeleteSending it to mighty180@yahoo.com
ReplyDeletearigato gozai mas
ReplyDeleteI know arigato means thanks, but the rest could very well mean pink elephant for all I know.
ReplyDeletetwok! your pic seems to fit in so well with the alternating yoda nad monkey with bananas pic's! its a compliment..you're naturally funny.
ReplyDeleteDid you hear that Tabaks, you're a clown. Well done!
ReplyDeleteIt's the goggles. Gets 'em every time.
ReplyDeletePai, what your score in Sim CAt 2?
ReplyDeleteI got 35... i guess i owe you two now...
yup you owe me two..
ReplyDeleteYohan thanks for sending the file. There are quite a few I didn't know, I think I got about 60% of them. But the last few questions were very well set up, kudos.
ReplyDeleteThenk yew. So you googled the ones you didn't know?
ReplyDelete(By the way...did you top the QC trials in your year?)
No didn't google them, kinda hoping to send you back the answers and guesses, and you could fill me on the rest eh?
ReplyDeleteNo Nisha topped trials in our year.
Ah yes...the year the women began their steady take-over.
ReplyDeleteSend your answers along then. Long Distance Quizzing. Who'd've thunk it.