| 1 April 2002 11:06 pm Monday I don't think I've been called "b1tch" by SO many different people in the same day! I played some April Fools Day jokes on 5 of my friends, and every single one of them says to me, "YOU B!ITCH!" (well, one said "You c0ck kn0cker") when they found out I was playing. Hehe, that's a price I'm perfectly happy to pay for the utter satisfaction I got from the looks on their faces or sounds of their voices when they found out I was playing them. It's not like it was anything horribly bad like rearranging a room or leaving a "used" condom on a bed (like I was going to do, but decided against). Nah they were more like misleading statements that caused sometimes intense reactions, but not statements that would cause anyone to be mad or hurt. AND Rachel just tried to play me by enlisting Zach to mess with me, but being the day that it was I didn't believe a word he said. So when she found out that I didn't believe him, her words were "B!TCH!" So it was all in good fun, and this is my best April Fools Day so far. I rule! So the countdown has begun: 47 days to graduation. I decided it'd be smart to come up with a few goals to accomplish before those 47 days are up. I'm not going to name all of them because a couple are quite private, but here are some: 1. Hit up every acceptable bar in the area at least once before I go. * I don't generally go to Cornell's bars because that would involve driving up there. Besides, I don't know anyone at them, plus at the ones I've been to the people that go there aren't nearly as attractive as the IC kids. (Not that I'm superficial or anything.) Perhaps I just didn't go to the right bars... Hence the goal. 2. Pass my classes. * Alright so maybe this doesn't sound like much of a goal, but when I slack off I REALLY slack off. I'd prefer to avoid that so I actually DO graduate. 3. Get people's IM names or email addresses, or at least take their pictures. * There are people I see every day that I like to converse with on a regular basis, but it never occured to me that I never actually had their contact info. There are some I'd like to take with me post-college, so I need to remember to get them. So I found something worse than asking a big brother for his friend's phone number: asking a PROFESSOR for HER friend's info. Like, I felt bad enough thinking the alter boy was hot at church, and that these high school boys who were visiting the school were cute, but this is different. Rachel and I ran into our teacher at the store and she was with her named neighbor... He was really attractive: tall, dark, handsome, dimples, and actually quite funny from what I got out of the short conversation... and probably 17 or 18 years old. Then again he may just have a baby face. The problem is that he's my TEACHER's friend. I don't feel bad asking my brother for his friend's phone number, but asking my teacher is just downright wrong! Such a shame... *shakes head* |
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