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| The Stalker Diaries... |
| These are flashes of my past year at Penn. Hopefully you were there for some of them and kind of understand the rest. Props to anyone who knows why this diary is called what it is, but I'm afraid I can't detail it fully here for obvious purposes... I don't know who's going to see this... ;P So I'm sorry if the name intrigued you and you're disappointed, but I gotta exercise some caution here... Not that I won't explain it if you asked, that is... ;) |
| Irregular Sleeping Patterns - Staying up until 4 or 5 in the morning just talking, both in person and on IM... The sun coming up was our only indication of time, and only then would we sleep. Only to wake up at 3 or 4 in the afternoon when the day would be over... As an added bonus, I can now sleep in any position - even sitting upright in a hard backed chair with the sunlight streaming on me... Gucci Rush � Still reminds me of the fall/early winter when our bedroom would always smell like Sonia�s perfume� Jon�s Blue Aircouch � also a see-saw. If someone plops down next to you, be prepared to be launched a foot in the air� Not a very comfortable place to crash for the night. 713�s Room Mix � Said we�d make so many mixes throughout the year � including a room mix and a workout mix. Ummm.. we made this one the day before we left I think. For a complete listing, check out the playlist� Gaming Obsession � Stouffer was all about games. Of any kind. Kat�s Lizard � Apparently his name was Finley. He ran off to join the rats and roaches currently living in Stouffer. Reactions to Pistachios � It�s not funny when someone has an allergic reaction to pistachios and can�t breathe� It shouldn�t be, anyway� Brownies � Every week, sometimes twice the hall would smell of freshly baked brownies. Courtesy of moi. :P Consider yourself truly special if I actually delivered them to you though� Broken Staple Guns � So� maybe half an hour into flyering the campus for Barrio my staple gun is suddenly missing the vital component needed for firing and of course, stapling. I swear I didn�t mean to break it� Lesbian�s Loft � Well, they were on vacation� why not? Coolest place, especially the view from the roof. Not counting the guy on the next roof, that is. In retrospect, this may have started the entire episode for which this diary is named� Have a Day/Night � People would become entranced by our posters. To the point of forgetting they came to see us and not to read our wall decorations� Tsunami � Prof. Grant�s chest hair seemed to have a mind of its own� Especially when it peeked out of the top of his shirt and seemed to wave� Jungle Juice Pong � For lack of something to do. Then I wrote my paper� B Lounge � Until 5 in the morning� Doing absolutely nothing but talking. Sprawled out on the table wasn�t the most comfortable position, but I preferred that or the window ledge. People freaked when they saw me sitting there� The Hammock � The most relaxing place in Stouffer� For some reason, we would take it personally when someone else was using it� Coffee and Cookies � Meant to be a place and time to socialize with other Stoufferites. Riiiight� For me and Erin, it was a quick stop for us to fill our arms with cookies and candy, then a quick dash back to A section� J Brad�s Window Ledge � If anyone would like to try it for themselves, the windows have a 4-5 inch ledge outside which is actually very manageable to stand on. And it�s not that far a drop to the concrete patio anyway. Jen�s Party - hot turtleneck guy, mysterious bald guy, "Yo quiero Taco Bell!" chihuahua millionaire guy, Brad look-a-like bartender, three little men, hot dj, random old man who gave us the finger, boa lady, Christian - the guy who scoffed at Anthropology, "Are u manning the airflow" creepy old guy, "why aren't u dancing?" blond chick, flamboyantly gay guy, flamboyantly gay asian guy, flamboyantly gay guy in plaid pants... and jen, who btw is *very* cool... And i *want* that house... even cooler than the lesbian's loft... all you ever need are candles, good cheese, martini glasses, and many many Cosmopolitans... and yes� homemade moonshine... My Birthday at the Sheraton � crazy night� sleeping three in a bed with 20 people in the room having a party� eating the birthday cake that was left on the floor for hours with our hands in the bed� random people on the bed� T sleeping half on the bed and half on a box� Getting Kicked Out of the Sheraton � Room searches left us walking back in the rain carrying a heavy bag. Great times. Searching for Basketball Players � We never did find them even though we walked many floors calling out� The Roof � Great view if you can appreciate it. Not that fun if you get lost on the roof and can�t find the door you came up through though� The Party and the Walk Home � Don�t go to any parties past the Drexel line and don�t attract the attention of the police as you walk back� The Serial Batterers � Guys beware! We�re armed and bitter� :P The Lone Slipper � We never did get to carry out that plan� And More Lard Balls � In Houston Market this time� Thanks Erin� I was gonna eat that cake too� Rain Stories - For some reason sudden downpours were prevalent this past fall... While clothes seem to dry off in an hour of walking around campus, they do not when you're riding in the front seat of a cab with the air conditioner blasting away at you... Brief Pool Skills - Couldn't even hit the cue ball until like the fourth time I played, but that day we beat two random guys who just happened to challenge us to a game. I even held my own when my partener left and they scratched... :D Locust Walk - There is only one soundtrack to this... Penn Masala. I swear they would set up directly across from us every time... Layla, You've got me on my knees Layla... The Adventures on Summer Street - How many times did we walk *all* the way there just to turn right around and walk *all* the way back? Each time going thorugh The Garden, of course. Remember - they're just stoners and old bathtubs - nothing to be scared of... =P Memories of cop cars and streets filled with people... and the escape down the stairs. Why did we think that sliding down the stiars one step at a time on our butts and hoping that they wouldn't notice was a good idea? And how was jumping up and fleeing out the door any better? And while it wans't on Summer Street, that other place was well away from Penn's campus. You know, the one with the tainted cups which resulted in the interesting walk home that raised the cops' suspicions. Never going back *there* again... |
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