This is what happens when I'm allowed to write on doors. I take over. Mister says I'm blog addicted. But I'm not! Also mister is officially my boyfriend. (Not facebook official, don't give me that crap.)
Last night Raisa and I had the brilliant idea to mark my arm with a marker to keep track of how many drinks I had. Yea, that worked. Thirty seven marks later I was fairly drunk. For the record I didn't have 37 beers, I had 31 and two shots. But we all agreed that shots counted as three marks. Anyways I hung out at the bar and with everyone testing the new DDL (it's like a DD but for a bar...) things were a bit chaotic. (Ja dat.) Lots of things got thrown over the bar, including people. Also the lights went out at one point and some people went over the bar. I was doing good before I sat at the bar. I only had 10 or 12 marks on my arm before that point.
Raisa and I kissed. We were proving a point. Kind of. We were joking around that we were friends with benefits, so at one point someone called us out on it so we kissed. It was funny because that's not supposed to happen at the bar so boots asked the bar if it was allowed and he just shrugged and said "sure". No it didn't get any more elaborate than a peck on the lips (pervs).
Dinner tonight with the Casper Fagel boys and Raisa then Mister and I are hanging out just the two of us. Aww how cute. Hush it. Tonight is the IFF party but I'm not too interested in going. At all. I've been drinking so much these past weeks it'll be nice to curl up with mister and watch a movie.
Today was nice. Weather was nice and warm. The summer was just a bit late guys.
- This not blog addicted girl
I'm trying not to name the colleges I like in my blog even though they all find out anyways. But, I couldn't help it with this picture. There are a couple others that are also pretty awesome. A ride at the fair was called "Chaos". I took a picture of the sign that said "you have to be this tall to ride this ride" and we all had a good laugh because you have to be a certain height to ride Chaos. (Insert winky face here.)
So are you ready for the re-introduction of nicknames!? Because now I am officially a first year at the DSB and the IP weeks are over! So we have my mister who, I guess you could say makes me a little less single than I've been the past couple of months. But wait! (You say... right?) What happened to that other guy you like? Uhm, yea, no. I'm just not going there. (Vague.) Anyways, me and mister are super cute. Also between the two of us we're allergic to everything. Guess what? That's super awesome. We went to the store the other day and were looking at sweet things like this:
Me: Oh this looks yummy!
Mister: Yea! (checks package) It has lactose in it. Hmm, this looks good.
Me: (Nod in agreement, check package) It may contain peanuts.
After about 30 minutes of this, we got very depressed and just left the store with no sweets. This could be a blessing in disguise though. I won't be gaining weight due to senseless sweet snacking. I will just be gaining weight from all the beer I will be drinking at the DSB. Hellooo freshmen 20! I will find a way to battle that.
Did I mention I am now an official member of the DSB? Mhmm. Yep. I did it. Also if you have never eaten with the DSB in a whole I suggest you find a way to do so. There is never a dull moment at the DSB. We have something we do which is to make random statements. They don't have to make sense, they don't have to be true (in fact they shouldn't be), but you do have to say it confidently. Then someone stands up and agrees or disagrees and then makes a new statement. Also, if you want to tell a story you have to walk. On the tables.
Yesterday was so much fun. Everyone was all relaxed and happy and no longer all stiff and tough looking. Especially the members of the IC, it was nice to actually get to talk to them casually. Hugo especially was relaxed. He flung whipped cream at me. So, I got a spoon full of whipped cream and apple tart, stood up on the table, walked across the table, stood in front of him (still on the table), dropped the cream and tart all over his head, then dropped the spoon. The great thing is when you stand up everyone shouts "politesse" (literally means "politeness" but in this context basically means shut up), so as soon as I stood on the table I had everyone's attention. He was a good sport about it and cleaned my coat and we shook hands afterwards with giant smiles on our face. Then we partied. Everyone partied. (We all got fairly buzzed from the free wine at the dinner.)
Year 2006 I think it was (sorry if I'm wrong!)[Edit. I was wrong, 2005, thank you.] gave whiskey because they're badass. Then they filled my cup with whiskey. And by "fill" I mean it was filled. So, it goes without saying, but I'll say it anyways, I got fairly smashed. I went home with peanutbutter guy. We were going to watch Dr. Who but that kind of didn't happen. We were too drunk and too tired so we just went to sleep. Okay, well I was too drunk.
Also, Finnegan really isn't doing good. I'll fix him soon. Like tomorrow soon.
Time to go make chili for the boys! And drink some more beer. They're going to teach me stifsja (spelling?).
- This first year
