Stellar

So today was just fan-bloody-tastic. Absolutely stellar. Actually, it started out well, and just sort of slid slightly down-hill from there. Choir was good, other than the having to get up for it part. Seriously, 10am is just too early. I enjoy the no sectionals on Saturdays. In fact, I enjoy the no sectionals full stop.

Lugging my suitcase to the LRT station was less than fun. I got a LOT of really odd looks from people. But whatcha gonna do? At least I got to have a nice chat with a U of L grad as we walked towards HUB. Apparently, he's going to Germany next week and was stopping by to see a friend, except he didn't know where HUB was, so I pointed it out to him. He's an econ major as well, and he was telling me how much he enjoyed it. But he said the first two years are pretty hard. Fantastic.

Anywho, my dad decided to take me straight to my grandma's so I could see her for a few hours this weekend, which was the whole reason I came home. It was...not good. She's lost soo much weight, and she's really jaundiced. And they don't know what's wrong. She's going for more testing, but I'm almost afraid to find out. So, it was kind of sad visiting today. But she's staying really positive, and it's great to see her, especially if there's something really really serious wrong. I just... I don't know. I don't know if I can handle it. At least I have Mark to take care of me when I can't take it anymore and get myself rather inebriated, eh? lol

I actually got all my laundry done today. Now comes the homework...I hate homework. And I never do it. Well, that's not entirely acurate. I DO do it, just not well...and not before like, 1030pm..lol. God I'm lazy. And fat. That's right, I am well on my way to the frosh 15...5 more pound to go and I'm there! Woo. Good job Mare. You deserve a gold star. anywho..I should go do homework. Woot.

Massive Reorganization

I've started re-organizing my room. You know, changing some stuff up. I've stopped for a little while, but I'm not done yet. I dunno, it's just annoying me how un-organized I am right now. Which is odd, because normally it doesn't bother me. *shrugs* Whatever. It's getting done, and that's that.

I yelled at some boys in the elevator last night. 6 of them, all about a foot and a half taller than me. But hey, they deserved it. I mean honestly, who takes the elevator for three floors?! Too bad I didn't notice until the doors were already closed, or I would have told them to get off the goddamn elevator and walk. Lazy sods. lol. I was called a Nazi for telling them they were lazy and ought to be walking if they live on floor three. At least I don't get picked on by girls in the elevator!

Ooooo, I introduced Mark to Rutherford today. It was delightful. I heart Rutherford. Seriously, if I had to pick one library to use for the rest of my life, it would be Rutherford. It's just that hott.

Okay. There's this couple (except they aren't a couple, just friends, but they always come into the class together) that always come in like, 2 minutes before class and walk right in front of my view, so I always see them. Anywho, the guy (Mr Fluffy Hair, shall we say?) doesn't always sit with the girl (hmmm, let's call her Miss I-Don't-Believe-In-Wearing-Clothing), but they always sit in the same area, on the far side of the room. And every time they walk by, Miss IDBIWC is wearing a micro-micro-mini skirt that is barley covering the essentials. And I mean barely. As in, if she even leans forward, you'd be getting a view of something that you shouldn't be. And to complete the non-outfit, she's always wearing a smaller top that exposes part of her naval and sooooo not sensible shoes. EVER! Seriously, this is Alberta. We get snow. It's cold. I'm really intersted to see what Miss IDBIWC wears once it hits negitive temperatures. Because I'm pretty sure Mr FH isn't going to be lending her his coat. I mean really, it's not like their dating, and in -25 degree weather, no one wants to give up their jacket. Especially to someone who is very literally freezing their ass because they don't have enough brain cells to figure out that cold = death to people with no clothes. But hey, with any luck, she won't figure it out and she'll get frostbite and not be in class. After all, the whole reason we have winter is to kill off all the girls who insist on wearing not sensible, slutty non-clothing, right?

That's my rant for the day. Mare out!

Sanity? What?

I have come to the conclusion that I or my floor or Mark or all or some of us are crazy. We (mark, my floor, and possibly me) had a two-hour conversation about who would win in a fight: veloca raptor or silver-backed gorilla. Which turned into shark vs gorilla, which turned into gorilla vs eight raptors, which turned into what if the gorilla was a jedi, what if the raptor was a jedi, the jedi council would never allow a raptor jedi, and so on and so forth. They even brought it up at the floor meeting, which inspired what if the raptor was a sith? Is this sleep deprivation talking, or are we just crazy? Or both?! That is the question.

We had floor photos yesterday, which was an incredibly painful experience. Seriously, they were like an hour behind schedule, and it took another hour to get our photos done. One semi-formal, one silly. Oh ya, lab coats rule. In the group before us, there was a guy wearing a sports cup. Just a sports cup. Taped on, in fact. *shudder* I think I've been scarred for life. Seriously, no one wants to see that! Too bad no one thought to steal his clothes until too late lol. Ah well.

Oh, I did crap on my stat exam (65%, which mark says is a C+), so that's just dandy. But I have to go homework it up.

So...

Sorry, I meant to post yesturday, but it just didn't happen. I had a hangover and then I was busy lying around on the couch...you know, just being a "lazy sod", as I was called last night *wink*. So...Friday night...

I went to WEM with Mark (first time on a bus, which was really rather uncomfortable), and then when I got home, I was feeling rather depressed so I got some timbits, popcorn, a cooler, and crawled into bed with Harry Potter. Oh, I was livin' it up. Rabe went to go fetch Clare for a sleepover, so I sat around in my room, on my comp and drank some more. Why? Well, just some family shit that I'd rather not talk about. Suffice to say I don't normally drink alone in my room. You'll just have to take my word for it *smile*. Anywho, by the time Rabe got back I was talking with Mark on MSN (rather ineptly), and she cut me off at 2 1/2 coolers. Which was probably a good thing, as I'm a VERY cheap drunk. Then I stumbled my way over to Mark's (walls are my friend) and had a good cry and was duly made fun of for my inebriated state by CJ. But hey, I was the one getting up at 9am the next morning for choir, hangover and all! HA! I WIN!

Choir was actually not bad other than my raging headache. Vibralto girl only annoyed me a few times, amazingly enough. And I basically spent the rest of yesterday doing laundry, lying on the couch, and ... that's it really. Mark and I watched High Fidelity at his (I don't know how I feel about that movie. Rather odd.), and then we came back here where I had every intention of going to bed. But then Adam brought out Batman Begins, so of course I had to watch it! Thus Mare didn't go to bed until like, 2 45am. Oh Mare. I also had every intention of staying in bed until noon, but my mum phoned me at twenty past ten, so I got up. *shakes fist and mutters* stupid phone... Anywho, I have to go return an email.

Mad Math SkillZ to the Max

We had a math party last night. That's right, a math party! Andrea, Clare, Rabe, and I had a mad math party, complete with popcorn, smarties, and cola. We ended up getting a lot done. In fact, Andrea and I managed to finish the assignment! HA! We also scared a number of people with our shouting and hijinx (plural). In fact, Dana decided just to watch us make fools of ourselves because we were much more interesting than tv. Who'd have thought?

And I've discovered that being nice to people on our floor pays off. For example, I let Adam copy a question from me (really, what's one whole question, especially when there are potentially four of us doing the exact same thing?). Later, when I needed help with implicit differentiation and Clare and Rabe had given up, Adam gave me his to copy, and in the process, I actually managed to learn implicit differentiation. It was hott stuff.

And then I had to go to Mark's to get help with one last question, and stayed there for a bit. Thus, Mare was up, once again, until 1am, when she meant to be in bed at like, 11pm. Oh Mare. But I got to meet the infamous Kritsin, CJ's person-of-interest, if I may steal Rabe's phrase. She's actually quite nice. Very thin eyebrows (think: over-plucked), but very nice nonetheless.

Oh, and I'm pretty damn sure I failed my Spanish oral, but I think I aced my stat midterm. It all evens out in the end.

Productivity is Down

Way down. Like, down to nothing. I'm meant to be studying for stat right now, but I'm not. I've probably studied for a grand total of an hour, maybe. But hey, I did study for my spanish oral tomorrow. And watched Mark's dodgeball. But that's about it. The "hey lets study at Mark's because I always get more done there" isn't working any more. Blast! Although, John did invite me to his this evening. It was a "hey Mary, I'm just down the hall in room 'such and such'. I'll be around after 8 if you want to drop by, wink wink". lol. Quite the offer, that.

So my math midterm today went horribly. And my prof hates me. I'm sorry the hate seems to have sloshed off me onto you as well Clare, as you really don't deserve it. I actually kind of feel guilty. I mean, he is a horrible teacher and I don't understand a thing he's doing, but I guess he actually cares when we're insulting his teaching in class. At least that's what I think the ignoring is about. Anywho, Mare has learned her lesson. She will no longer critisize her prof in his hearing. Just behind his back.

Anywho, I have to jet. Places to be, people to see...stat to study. Good night New York!

It's been a hell of a week...

...and it's only Tuesday. Seriously, there has been some major suckage. I was up late on Sunday finishing up my essay because I'm a stupid git and didn't get it done earlier, so I really didn't want to get out of bed on Monday. But I did. I felt incredibly sick in the morning, which is really weird, because breakfast is my favorite meal. So after two spoonfuls of my oatmeal, I decided to give over as I really didn't want to sick up before spanish. That wouldn't have been cool. And I was really busy with school stuff for most of the day, so I didn't get anything to eat until almost 3pm. Which was just fine with me as even the thought of food made me feel nauseous. But both my econ and my english profs let us out a little early, so that was good.

I was up until 2am last night (or this morning, if you prefer) trying to study. I never get anything done here, so I've been taking my homework over to Mark's, and I actually do it. It's rather surprising. It might have to do with the fact that Mark orders me to do work everytime I start talking. Who knows.

Stupid Gossip...

Ok, I feel the need to clarify a certain piece of gossip which I have been informed has reached you guys. I AM NOT engaged. Mark thought it would funny to tell Andrea we were, but this is getting rediculous as somehow now EVERYONE seems to think so. And think Mare is prat. Mare will be making sure Mark tells Andrea it was a joke. Because this is no longer funny when people are actually believing this.

Mare out.

The Word on the Grapevine

Mare has become the topic of gossip on 8 Mac. But more about that later.

I skived off Stat on Thursday to have a nap, which didn't happen due to Arthur. He decided to come in and have a chat with me. For 2 hours. Now, I like Arthur. He's a nice guy once you get past the creepy factor. But I was really tired, and really regreted my lack of sleep later because I was up until two trying to get my damn essay written. I have three paragraphs.

Yesturday was just as productive. Rachel's alarm clock went off and I somehow thought it was mine and started spasming trying to turn it off until apparently Rabe told me to lie down. It was a very confusing time. We (Clare, Rabe, Mark and I) went to the Pigless Roast for choir, which turned out to be very awkward as it wall all the hard-cores there. We left after like, an hour or so. Then I went and partied with 8 Mac on 10 Mac, and then back on 8 Mac with Mark. I have to say, cheap drunk that I am, two coolers made me falling down dizzy. Yet I was completely clear-headed. All very strange.

Anywho, on the the reason why Mare is the topic of gossip. On Thursday, CJ's parents came up and dropped some stuff off in his room and then they went out for lunch, so when I came up it was just Mark and I. Mark figured CJ's parents wouldn't be coming back to the room, so we locked the door and whatnot. And then CJ and his dad came up a little while later and needed to get in. He asked if Mark was in there with me, and when Mark said ya, apparently his dad said summat about "pull your pants up quickly, boy". CJ, of course, ran out to tell the entire lounge after, in great detail. Thanks Ceeg. And then this morning after I had left Mark's to go to choir, apparently John was talking to Mark and was all "so word on the grapevine is you and Mary were goin at it pretty rough last night". Oh, super. Why does 8 Mac feel the need to gossip about my life? I don't get it. Don't they have better things to discuss? It's just not cool. Especially all the jokes and snickers. Not cool at all.

K, that's my rant of the day. Mare, over and out.

Drama Drama Drama

Okay, just to make everything clear as I think Rabe was the only one who understood, I was joking the other day about the Harry Potter thing. Don't worry, I'm not going to get quite that personal with you guys. I'll save it for my diary.

Our floor is so filled with drama it's not even funny. I don't normally hear about the various goings on, but I did yesturday. That's what you get for being in the lounge.

After Janelle left at about 11 40-ish, I finished up my Spanish homework and Rabe and I did a Mar-run. I had pizza...mmmm....pizzaaaa *drool*. Anywho, I ate it in the common room and ended up hearing about the Dom/Adam/Third Party sitch. Quite the thing, apparently.

From what I was able to gather, Dom has been saying not nice things about Adam that may or may not be true, and this has been going on for like, a month. So Siobhan finally got Dom to go talk to Adam about everything last night, and apparently he bitched her out pretty bad. So after she went storming back to her own room, Siobhan went to talk to her, and then Dom came back out and was all "I'm not finished yet", so her and Adam went back to talk some more. Intense.

I missed what happened after that as I really needed to go to bed because 12 30 is a nice bed time. And screw the essay, who needs english? *sigh* I do. I shall have to lock myself away today and get all my homework done so I can sleep in tomorrow. Mmmmm....sleeep......*drool*.

Mark on Mare on Harry Potter Action

That's right, we've made a date to have sex on every Harry Potter book because really, who wouldn't? Rabe has, of course, been invited. *wink* Oh, I know you wish you could come, but you can't. This is by invitation only. Oh Mare, what has uni done to your innocence? Nothing of course, it was never there to begin with!

I was trying to read Chaucer last night and got practically nowhere. Seriously, what the hell was he thinking? It looks like he's only ever made it into grade one and is sounding out his words and then writing them down. It's painful. So painful Mark had to leave because I was trying to decipher it out loud. Oh, that's painful. Even Rabe was laughing at my attempts to make sense of the garbage passing itself off as literature. Clearly, somebody went wrong somewhere.

You know, sometimes I get rather concerned about the sanity of the people on my floor. Maybe sanity isn't the word I'm looking for. I'll let you find your own word.

There are people (just to CLARE-ify, multiple persons of both genders) that like to have "shower parties". This entails at least 5 people (sometimes more) all in a shower/bathtub together (although wearing swimsuits) and having...well...I don't know what. And I don't want to. I was going to say "a rockin' time", but then the word "orgy" popped into my head, and that seemed to work too. I'll let you decide what word you like best.

I have seen pictures, and I am disturbed. And slightly jealous that they feel that comfortable with each other. And disturbed that they feel that comfortable with each other. It's a big circle of concerned and disturbed. But what can ya do?

Have a shower party of your own.

Pain. Lots and lots of pain.

Monday:
I basically baked and got my crap together for most of the day, and then my parents and I went to Mark's for the third and last Thanksgiving Dinner, which was fabulous as Mark's mum is a fantastic cook. Seriously, if I lived there you would have to roll me to school I would be so fat. Anywho, it was really good food and I had fun. Should't have had that second glass of wine, cheap drunk that I am, but I recovered my equilibrium by the time we got back to uni, and Mark was the only one who noticed.

After I finally got everything unpacked, I went to Mark's room and did some spanish homework I neglected over the weekend while Mark watched Bridget Jones 2. I think I eventually crawled into bed about midnight-ish and Mark went out into the lounge.

(Technically) Today:
Sometime in the wee hours CJ and Mark both eventually came in and, of course, CJ didn't turn off his phone because it has one of his three alarms. His phone rang 11 times in a period of less than 4 hours. ELEVEN TIMES! Seriously, I would like to put that boy in a sack and beat him to within an inch of his life as I had an Eight o'clock class and had to be up at 6 30. As both he and Mark could sleep through an air siren (I swear, they become temporarily deaf while they sleep. Talk about your subdued RAS!), neither of them heard the phone go off until the eleventh time. Whoever was ringing CJ deserves to be placed in the sack and beaten to within an inch of their life as well.

And THEN, after CJ had turned off his phone about 4 am, and I had finally gotten back to sleep, I had a horrible dream and didn't want to go back to sleep. So yes, I had practically no sleep whatsoever last night, and am concious due only to the coffee I've ingested today. Mare is feeling sorry for herself.

But she is going to go feel sorry for herself whilest she eats a delightful-tasting, homecooked meal that she brought from home. Mmmmm....real food.

Family Love

We hosted the first of three turkey dinners I'll be attending this weekend last night. It was pretty good, all in all. Mark came over, and after dinner we had a walk in the field and he reminiced about when he was younger and the games they used to play in Broughton-Asley. It was quite fun listening to his stories. I love listening to people's stories. I don't know why, but something about it just facinates me. After all the family went home, Mark and my parents and I watched Hook, fabulous movie that it is. One day, I shall have a Peter Pan day and watch all the Peter-Pan type movies. Anywho, Mark went home, and I went to beddy-bye.

Today's dinner was aight. We went to my grandma's a little earlier because mum and I had to help cook and everything because neither of my grandparents are feeling all that well, so we helped out. The first thing I get when I walk in is:

"Let me look at you! Are you keeping the weight off?"

Thanks granmda, it's questions like that that let me know you really love me. Mind you, I shouldn't be complaining as she gave me $50. And then, as I was trying to get everyone dessert after dinner, my Uncle Don was all:

"Hey, Mary! This spoon is too big! I can't eat with this!"

And how is this my problem? I volunteered to fetch him a smaller spoon and got a "well, ya" in thanks. Can you feel the love? I was also told to "hit [him] up" with a couple glasses of water throughout the night. Lovely. And I helped grandma clean up the kitchen after, as per usual. And once again, I am the only grandchild to do so. No wonder my grandma likes me best.

But I suppose, at the end of the day, my family is still my family and I have to love them anyway. Doesn't mean I have to like them though.

Hell Hath Abated?

We shall see. Today went pretty well, considering how bad the rest of the week was. I stayed at Mark’s last night, so he actually got up this morning for physics. I can be quite annoying in the morning lol. And I saw Theb, which is, as always, fantabulous! I managed to finish my stat homework during one of my breaks, which was hottastic, and I handed it in (along with my math assignment) on the way to econ. Can we say powerwalk?

My parents picked me up right after econ and we went into Sherwood Park to do grocery shopping and unmentionables shopping. Seriously, there are times I absolutely and positively hate being a girl. This was definitely one of them.

How hard is it to pick out a bra? Well let me tell you, it’s no picnic in the park. It took me half an hour to find three that actually fit me and that I WASN’T falling out of. It was a very painful half an hour. And I had to get a pink one because it was the only color left in the style that fit alright. PINK! I HATE pink with the burning passion of a thousand suns. And not just any pink, oh no. I could handle baby pink. I could handle ugly pastel pink. I could even handle that darker pink that you NEVER wear if you have red hair. But this, this I hate to look at. It’s hot, Barbie, oh-my-god pink. UGH! I was not a happy Mare. Not after trying on a dozen different bras. Not a happy Mare indeed.

And then the joyous event of grocery shopping! What fun! (OH, the sarcasm is almost painful.) And then home to put stuff away and start on laundry. Which I actually don’t mind at all.

I can’t say that I’m overly happy to be home. I mean, I like eating real food for a change, and it’s nice not to have to use a communal bathroom, and I do like seeing my parents once in a while, but I am rather tired of the constant bickering already. I’d really just rather stay in res if I’m going to have to be alternately bombarded with fighting and mollycoddling. Just not cool.

Anywho, I’m off to Bedforshire. Happy trails. And happy cookie-eating to Theb!

Psuedo-IB, Uni-Style

I thought that the weeks of hell ended with our joyous end of IB. Oh, was I soooo wrong. This week has been hell on wheels. I mean, it's practically IB in its suckiness. In fact, it's psuedo IB...only uni-style.

Yesturday was the worst day so far as I was incredibly busy. And Carmela made us sing about prepositions in Spanish. I had my econ midterm yesturday, which I hope (fingers crossed!) I didn't do too badly on. But let's face it, I probably failed with flying colors.

Mark and I went to the Study Abroad fair in SUB and we found a guy that went to Belfast on exchange. He was super nice and answered all of my very annoying questions and gave me some info. Now all I have to do is research my school, programs, etc and find some scholarship info. Funzies.

The blood clinic was quite long, despite the fact that it only took me just over four minutes to actually give blood. Thus, I was fifteen minutes late for choir, but it's not like anyone noticed. But I didn't stay at the clinic for as long as I was supposed to, plus I forgot my coat and it was freezing, consequently I nearly passed out a few times. But it was all good. I refuse to faint. It's just way too girly.

I watched Mark's dodgeball game, which was really fun. They won this time. Well, they practically slaughtered Rob's floor. Except I managed get my pants soaked down one leg as a ball knocked into Chris's waterbottle which then spilled all over me. Oh, it was so hot, so steamy. It really just looked like I wet myself. Apparently I was playing with dandilions too much.

Today was just boring, and I've bored you enough already, so I shan't give you a play-by-play. Suffice to say I took quite a few cat-naps in stat. And I have a shit-load of homework due tomorrow which I have not yet started on. But hey, The OC is on tonight, which I shall probably watch on Mark's floor, as per usual. They're quite the OC floor.

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Hell hath no fury...

...like the crappy week this is turning out to be. Seriously, this week is rather reminicent of the IB weeks of hell that I thought were past. Apparently not.

Technically, I shouldn't be posting right now as I have an econ midterm tomorrow and I'm still sucking on a bunch of stuff. Plus, Mark will have some things to say if he finds out I'm doing this instead of studying...shhh, don't tell!

Stat sucked hardcore today. Z-scores, blah! Because this isn't totally a review of math 30 and we aren't allowed to use calc. Not at all.

Tomorrow is going to be an insanely busy day. Waaayyy too much to do. Will I remember it all? I sure hope so.

Happy Blogversary, Mare.

It's technically 12:53 am on wednesday now, but I shall cheat.

Sadistic Bastards...

Seriously, whoever decided that we needed a fire drill at 6 AM, are a bunch of sadistic bastards, because I'm sorry, you don't do fire drills at 6 in the bloody morning at the start of midterms. It simply isn't done. Practically everyone thought that it was their alarms going off. Even I did, despite the fact that my alarm doesn't even have that setting. But once I figured it out I turned on the light and somehow grabbed pants and put on my housecoat, jacket, and shoes. Because shoes are good. Stacey forgot her shoes.

I don't know about you, but I seriously think I would rather die warm from incineration than die cold from hypothermia. But that's just me. After we could finally go back inside, most of my wing decided to go back up the fire escape. Which we weren't supposed to do, but did anyway. We ended up in the guys' wing, most of which came down to the fire escape and laughed at us before letting us in again.

I didn't bother going back to bed as I had an 8 o'clock class. Instead, I watched an infomercial about the "magic bullet" until the Mar opened. It was thrilling.

I had sooo much caffiene today. It was definitely not good. In fact, I feel soooo sick right now. But that may be from the instant, low-fat, high-fibre soup my dad is trying to poison me with. Out of the three he bought me, this one tasted the best, and it tasted like sick. No joke, and I ate it. All of it. Because I was hungry. I'm now really regretting that decision.

But I Rutherforded it up today after Spanish and after Econ. It was hottastic. I should really go to Rutherford more often. I heart Rutherford.

I also heart sleep, but that isn't happening so far this week. Stupid buggers...I shake my fist at you!

The Drunken Affairs of 9H

Oh, there was some good ol' fashioned drunken activities going on tonight. On 9 Henday. Oh yea. Jamie came to play "basketball" in our room this evening. She was trying to throw a whiteboard marker into Rabe's 'blimp' (the thing that Mark thinks looks like a bra cup). "Trying", of course, being the key word. After about 457 times, she finally got it in and let out such a loud whoop that they heard it in the lounge and came to investigate. ("They" being Adam.) Apparently, we have an "awesome setup" with our desks.

Adam then proceeded to drag Jamie down the hall by her arm. and then he stopped when she was part way through the door as Brant jumped on him. The door then closed on Jamie's head. Oh, we laughed our asses off. lol.

After she recovered, Jamie tried to toss the basketball into Rabe's blimp (which she accomplished in half the time), and of course hollered, bringing Devon and Chris down the wing to see what the hollering was about. Carole (across the way at her desk) was just ignoring us I think lol.

I accidentally hit Devon in the face with the basketball as well, but as he nailed me back in the head, we're even.

So we had at least 4 or 5 boys through our room tonight, with Rabe's unmentionables hanging up everywhere and me in my pyjamas. And not the ducky pants and sweater variety either. But I was wearing my housecoat, so it's all good. But Rabe's unmentionables were still just hanging out for all the world to see.

Brant and Adam broke Low Wing's window.

Jamie thanked us for letting her play with us.

Tonight was an interesting night.

(This post was also endorsed by Rabe, she's just too lazy to post.)

NOT hot, NOT steamy

Here are some photos Rabe took of me the other day that are so NOT hot, NOT steamy. But I'm puttin them up anyway. I figure someone might as well laugh at me lol.
Really, who can resist the hot and sexiness of these pics? I know I'm diggin' them. "If I was a guy, I would do me" *wink* (seriously said by Jamie and Lisa on my floor lol).

Fiji House Party

So last night was the big frat party at Fiji House, which was actually really fun. I was quite shocked. I don't know what I though it would be like, but not that. It was just a bunch of people drinking and dancing in dark rooms to very loud music. I mean, sure Matt/Brad was a little creepy, just deciding to put his arm around my waist and dance with me (and, excuse me, but your hand was inching a little too far down!), but I just edged over and put my arm around Kalyn, and he took the hint. Poor Matt/Brad. And Mr. I'm-not-here-sexually-I'm-here-investigatively-I-like-girls-in-economics was really quite odd. I have no idea whatsoever what the hell he was talking about, but as long as he was amusing himself. Because "I'm into MACRO *make huge arm gestures* economics!". *shakes head* Oh so odd. And excuse me, that was my ASS you were staring at for 15 minutes. DON'T DO THAT! THAT'S CREEPY! And good job Willis on saving Becky from creeper ("cock-blocking", did you call it?) that was looking at her rather strangely. But good job Kalyn on getting his number! lol.

Clare and Fleg and I were SO hot. "How hot?" you may ask. SO HOT! That's right, we had some hot lesbian grinding going on. In fact, there were two guys watching us rather appreciatively for at least 5-10 minutes. It was hot. I really actually can't grind very well, but hey, the point is: I tried, we got stared at. SO THERE!

Oh it was fun. And I saw Erica from 8 Mac there. And I met a guy from DKE that was actually really nice and a bunch of us were dancing with him/together. But still, I've heard way too many stories about DKE to go to one of their parties.

All in all, it was really fun, and I wouldn't mind going to another one. And Mark, next time you totally have to come! I could have done without the choir this morning though. That just sucked. Oh well.

Mare, over and out!