Source: faganchelseaAs I am currently marinating in the French language like some sort of fatty American cut of beef in a rich, dark, red wine reduction, I thought I would take a moment to address some of the finer expressions and nuances I have picked up along the way. I may add more as I go along, but for now, a…
So beautiful!
I started out clicking strategically… and by the end was just wildly clicking and dancing in my chair.
CLICK THE SQUARES.
THE WHOLE WORLD NEEDS TO KNOW ABOUT THIS.
THIS THIS THIS THIS!
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YEAH AFTER THIS? BLAINE DEFINITELY STRADDLED KURT’S LAP
OH GOD YEAH, BLAINE WAS ALL ON THAT.
AND THERE WAS HANDS IN HAIR. AND HAIR PULLING. THEY’LL FORGIVE EACH OTHER ON THAT FRONT.
AND KURT…
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Last night was Caro’s 22nd birthday, and she hosted a most fabulous bash with Toucan at her apartment. About three hours before the party, I went over to Brass’ apartment to hang out with her, Beav, and Zoro before we went to the party, and Beav and I started drinking wine. This may have been a mistake.
The thing with me and alcohol is this: I need to have three ish drinks in a row to get drunk. If I drink in moderation for a few hours, where I have a glass of wine every hour and sip on it through the hour, I just get slightly buzzed and super happy and warm. Then, if I start drinking more later on, I need a lot more alcohol to get drunk. It’s bad news.
Beav and I decided to go buy a tree stand for the real, live, beautiful tree in her apartment, so her roommate drove us to buy the tree stand. We are still able to walk, talk, and everything is chill. When we get back to Beav’s apartment, we sit down, finish another half bottle of wine, and watch Cupcake Wars. At some point, Beav decides she really wants dessert from the local pub because they have a brownie with coffee ice cream, but we obviously can’t walk there. So, she calls Dickboy. Now, the thing with Beav and Dickboy is this: they dated for 9 months. They were super awkward for a long time after they broke up. They have just recently started to become friends again.
We figured it was kind of a longshot, but Dickboy came to get us and took us to the pub. We ordered bread pudding with whiskey sauce, the tan brownie Beav wanted, and coffee for Dickboy. Conversation: awkward. Silence: awkward. Overall: still enjoyable. When Beav went to the bathroom, Dickboy informed me that I would need to take his phone and keys at the party so he wouldn’t drunk text Beav. I agreed.
During this time, Brass and two of her friends were pranking Dickboy. They wrapped the things in his apartment in saran wrap, including his laptop and fancy computer monitor…and they busted most of it. Dickboy knew nothing of this at the time.
We go to the party. We have a good time. Caro has a good birthday, and I get to hang out with Caro, Toucan, Brass, Beav, Cheese, Cracker, Dickboy, and other people who are Caro’s friends. I drink a few shots of whiskey, a lot of mango rum, and a few hard lemonades. I’m drunk by about 2 AM, and so is everyone else except Cheese and Cracker, who left around 11 PM.
When 3 AM rolls around, we decide to call it a night. Snob, another senior music major and a total goof, walks Beav home. Dickboy decides he is walking me home, and we talk about the goings on of the party, the drunk texts he got from Trombone-a girl he dated last year and who is known as the “town bicycle”-and what our plans are for the next week.
When we get to my dorm, he says, “this building brings back memories…Peach used to be an RA here.” (Peach is another senior music major whom Dickboy “dated” for a while last year. It didn’t work out very well, and now they’re both awkward).
I replied to this statement with, “Well, thank goodness I’m not dating you.”
“What the hell does that mean? Would it be that bad dating me?”
“No, it’d just be super awkward…”
“Weren’t you born in 1992? I remember when Clinton was president.”
“My mom met Clinton while I was in utero.”
“Oh, so you guys are best buds.”
“Yep.”
And then we hugged, but he tried to pull that whole awkward one arm hug. “Real hugs, Dickboy.”
“Fine,” he said, as he harumphed and put his arms around me.
Let me just say this: tall awkward boys are the most comforting people in the world, especially when you’re drunk and just want to hug someone and be accepted in the world for an infinite second. Too bad my mouth still tastes like mango rum today, and too bad he’s mad about the saran wrap prank. Hopefully it’ll all be okay. At least we had fun.
Fickle and Freckled,
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Hello! I’m JamLeeJam. I am a freshman in college attending a small, private liberal arts college southwest of Portland, OR and am a music majorwith a history minor and a french minor. I have wanted to start blogging about my daily oddities for a few months, but was unsure how to approach it. So, I decided to stop musing over it and just jump in. I’ll post about the daily happenings in my life, style/music/crafty topics, and all sorts of other amusements. In terms of discussing daily events, I’ve created a list of pseudonyms for the major players in my life. Drumroll, please… ILW is what I will be using as the name for my college. It doesn’t stand for anything related to the school. Cheese is my best friend here at ILW. She is goofy,weird, funny, and extremely caring. She’s also oddly shy and plays a mean violin. She is majoring in music. We met during orientation and hit it off within the next few weeks. We both like bicycling, coffee, and making “squee!” cute noises. She is a freshman like me. We also enjoy late night walk and talks while we eat ruffles out of the big bag and drink smoothies, no matter how cold it is. Rose is an international student from the middle east, but she will be at ILW for all four years of college. She is majoring in music and is in the choir. Her accent creates issues in terms of saying “th” sounds, and so she consequently says “turd” every time she tries to say “third.” She is an awesome listener, but our similarly edgy personalities clash sometimes. She stayed at my house for Thanksgiving along with one of our other friends, Ponytail, who I will introduce below. Ponytail is my best guy friend. His family is messed up and so is he in many ways, but he is an awesome guy who is a big ol’ softy at heart. He likes slippers, Japan, and riding his motorcycle. He says “herro” whenever he sees a girl he thinks is super hot, and they are usually tiny and asian. We met through choir, but he is an international business major who wants to work in Japan someday. He has the most gorgeous blonde hair which he wears in a ponytail and the remnants of a beard from No Shave November. Dickboy is a senior music major who got his nickname because of his tendency to walk with his hips forward and because he looks like an awkwardly tall freshman boy (hence “dick” plus “boy”). Although he can be harsh when he thinks he is right and I am wrong, Dickboy is actually a very caring and intelligent person when he chooses to be. I used to have a crush on him, but have since decided being good friends with him is the better option. We usually see each other at music parties and are in choir together. He likes to get drunk, and I like being the person who holds his phone so he doesn’t drunk text his ex girlfriends. He had a beautiful beard, but shaved it off recently, making him look more like a freshman than ever. Poof is a freshman mass comm major with a minor in music who is also in the choir. She is quite the diva and does not like weird things. She is easily freaked out, which means she over exaggerates and flips out too quickly without looking at the whole picture. That said, she is also a loyal friend who loves to tease and have inside jokes. Her boyfriend, Basketball, is nice too and understands her. Because she is a singer and he is a basketball player, we call them the High School Musical couple. Maestro is a freshman music major, is in the choir, and is a know it all in music theory. His mom dyes his hair bleach-bottle blonde for him when he goes home, and he crushes on girls easily. Most of his friends are girls, butmost of them originally assumed he was gay. He is very nice and extremely intelligent, but his voice cracks and gets very high when he is agitated. He uses a messenger bag and wears stylish jeans. Beav is a senior music major who is best friends with senior music major Brass. Beav and Brass are both females who have dated and/or made out with Dickboy, making their insights about him very amusing and entertaining. They both work in the Hub, or the music administrative office, where I work. I frequently can be found at Brass’ apartment either watching tv, reading likealittle, baking, or drinking with Brass and her roommate Zoro. Cracker is Cheese’s boyfriend. For the first six weeks of school she pined after him profusely in pep band, and then he finally asked her out. He is a sophomore and an extremely talented musician, but is going to major in business. Caro is a senior music major who is bossy, funny, and cute. Her hair is dyed purple, and she is extremely opinionated. Her roommate, Toucan (also a senior music major), has been compared to Cheese while I am described as similar to Caro. They are best friends and very amusing to see together. They both play bass drum in the pep band. JamLeeJam is me! I’m a freshman music major who is learning to navigate the stormy waters of the music department, both socially and academically. I am in a sorority, but that is not my main social group, and I like to read, be rad, do stupid things, give/receive hugs, listen to punk/folk/alternative music, and write. I love ILW and the quirky people I meet here. Whew, that was long! I will add other people to this post for reference as they come up in the stories I write. I hope you will thoroughly enjoy reading about my life at ILW. :) Fickle and Freckled, JamLeeJam
