Good Grief

Well, as usual, life has gotten the better of me and I have a laundry list of blogs I "need" to write.

Actually, I've just been procrastinating like a MoFo and haven't done squat.

Really though, the number of blogs I have to write is astounding....so I think I'm just going to give a brief run down on everything that's happened in the past month.

Campus Kidnap 2006---- Well, we did it again. That's right, we snatched an unsuspecting rookie up from her dorm and made her comrades come find her.

Last year was a comedy of errors, what with dodging the damn Christmas parade, letting the stoners put the clues out, and Miranda wearing the bike helmet. THis year was much more tame. My role in the events was as get away driver for the first part of the night, and then accomplice, but it was still a good time.

Lola, the kidnapped party, was overly calm where Jello was just a little ball of energy.

Would we do anything w/o Handcuffs?

There were two memorable quotes from the evening. THe first happened as the rookies were trying to gather forces. Not knowing that it was Lola we had captured they called her to get her to help with their quest. Only it was Caitlin as the Campus Kidnapper that answered Lola's phone, informed them of the rules, and that "At 9:30, we start cutting off fingers" They didn't get the chance to respond, because Caitlin promptly hung up, and took a look at the digital clock...."Shit, it's 9:26."

Needless to say, we nearly pissed ourselves laughing....we also refrained from cutting off any of Lola's digits.

The second quote came soon after, while the rookies were still trying to find Lola. THey called the kidnappers to get a hint. All any of the accomplices heard was little Jennie's voice come over the phone saying "Why'd you have to kidnap the smart rookie? We can't do this!"

Hey, they said it, not us.

It was a successful kidnapping, in spite of the fact that it took the rookies FOREVER to come find her. THey were clueless as most rookies generally are. Who am I kidding...they sucked at the finding of their rookie. We had time to go to Wendy's so Pig could order a four course meal. Two hours later they finally found their target and managed to free her from her bonds.

I'm planning on writing a blog about some of my pet peeves again and elaborating on them. This is my blog, I'll bitch if I want to and there's nothing you can do about it. PDA, ICPU, and EE will all be addressed. I think I should approach some college's and see if they'll put me on the payroll to teach all incoming freshmen an orientation course in the previously mentioned subjects. I'm fully planning on writing that one, but it's just going to take some time.

Sigh.

:-P

I also plan on writing one about things I observe in a bar....but that would require an excursion to a bar, which is not on my agenda any time soon. I'm a tightwad, what can I say. However, I might be able to make an excuse to go to a bar if it's for "research purposes". There is nothing I wouldn't do for my readers.

Drag Queens--> Have you ever noticed that some of those 'guys' make damn good women. We went to a drag show last year as a sort of rugby excursion and it was a fucking awesome time as Jello had never seen a drag queen before. Let's just say this year, the guys definately put me to shame. Um, not only could they fit into smaller jeans than I could, but they dance better than I do. Who am I kidding, I'd just gotten done cussing a blue streak at EKUPD because they decided to pull the fire alarm while I was in the bathroom. Yes, I was taking care of girly business....fuck you! IN fact, that's pretty much what I told the cops. They were good about it though, they didn't arrest me, just laughed as I went running out the building wearing my practice clothes. Fuckers didn't even warn the girl in the shower that they were going to pull the alarm. Needless to say it was a long, cold smelly night at the drag show.

Halloween.

Well, I know in my last blog I was pondering what to be. Well, I finally figured it out.

I went as Pippi Longstocking. And since Blogger is being a ghetto piece of shit, I can't post a picture. You'll just have to check facebook out. I was a damn good Pippi. What got me though is how many GUYS knew who Pippi was. I mean, I though some of them might get it once I told them, or guess it because of the braids...but I mean, there were guys who knew that she flew using a set of brooms held over her head and that she spun around like a helicopter rotor. I nearly fell over (and no, I wasn't that drunk). I was also surprised that the cops knew who I was when they showed up (and no, they didn't show up to bust the party, they were friends of one of the girls who lived there.) I had already put my coat on, and just by seeing the mismatched stockings and coat hanger braids, the cop goes "You must be dressed up as Pippi Longstocking." I nearly fell out of my chair.

Then for the REAL Halloween, I vamped it up a little and went as a witch....wench....pirate queen....

Oh, who the hell cares, I found an excuse to wear my corset.

Pictures are also on facebook. Yes, the Rugby Boys were surprised...apparently I have boobs. Who knew!?

I'm also going to have to write a blog about Wittenburg (fuck Wittenburg) over on ruggerscrap, but I'm too lazy to switch over. Let's just say that EKUWRFC did really well this year and placed second in our division....but Wittenburg can still kiss our asses.

Oh, and PS, I'm down to 25 School Days until Graduation.

Is that fucking scary or what!?

Well, more to come when I get around to it.

Take it easy peeps!