So, while I was gone to PA this weekend, my room mates had a bit of a gathering. Apparently there was a bit of a scene.
First off, two drunk guys were trying (and failing) to get two ladies to show off. It was very loud and the cops were called (I'm told one of the guys living here had a grand ol' drunken time arguing with them).
Second, a Muslim woman who dropped by---not a student---was thrown some rather nasty comments and reciprocated by threatening to shove some kind of missle up certian asses. There was some kind of Xena, Warrior Princess like called directly afterward.
The Bias Incident Response Team (BIRT) was called immediately.

Current Mood: complacent

So, the second day I was here, there was no water. The same will be true for tomorrow. Therefore, if you've ever wondered why we here at Evergreen smell...
Oh and one of my room mates is the American love child of Gary Oldman.

So, as it happens, I am actually going to college at Evergreen (phew). Class starts tomorrow and I'm excited and terrified.
Arrived at my dorm with the shrill sound of a fire alarm. Apparently someone was burning onions, so if I die here, I'll die in a fire---or maybe some kind of poisoning...
But I guess that's not so bad. A guy came by and told us about how someone fell through his ceiling.
Room mates are nice guys. Apparently they wanna have themed parties every week or so.

Well, today was kind of interesting. I drove to Olympia this morning to look around for a place to live. Suffice it say (and not surprising at all) my choices are slim and pricey, so hurrah! Time to find a room mate (or two, three, or four). Comin' back to PA tomorrow morning for the As You Like It performance at Salt Creek. So if I sleep in, I'll never forgive myself...so I won't...
Also, I hear there is an excess of cute girls here (which is apparently a rare accurance), but I haven't seen any. I'm going to blame my near-sightedness, either that or I just have peculiar/high standards.

"I like this place and willingly could waste my time here."

HUZZAH!

Current Location: Olympia, Warshington
Current Mood: stressed

Sooo, went on a little camping trip. It was a sudden and terribly planned on my part. But it was a lot of fun just the same. Drug some folks out, told campfire stories, chased racoons in the buff (leave our cream alone god damn it!), and tried and failed to convince someone not to ride home from the camp ground on their BMX. Whee!!!
No matter what Madeline tells you, she's lying. It's pathological I think.
And dear god I'm starting to develope a mean case of seperation anxiety! I'm only going to Olympia, but everyone else isn't. Tell me why this is or this poor little boy is going to weep solemnly in a corner all by himself at Evergreen. At least the people there will fully appreciate my Leo-ish exhibitionism. But by they're not you folks, god damn it!!!

So today, while I was detouring on my way home from rehearsal, at 13 and Lincoln, I see this dog. It's walking in front of a van---the van's only not moving because there's a red light (and the driver didn't seem like a "Ooo there's a dog, let's hit it" sort of person(they exist, just like Santa Clause.)). The dog just continues to saunter until I catch it's attention and call it over. So I took the cute (and dirty) little thing down to the Buzz and Andrehea and I took it to the vet. It has a chip, so woohoo! It oughta have a home.
Oh yeah, it looks something between and Ewok and the fuzzy thing with a big mouth from Dark Crystal.
AKA Shitzu

So, I'd like to think of myself as a decent cyclist, and on my 21st I figured I go find a new trail close to town. I did. And it kicked my ass. Again. And agian. And again. But I've never had so much fun going over my handle bars or thinking I was going to roll down a hill.
At least the dangly bits are safe (but there were quite a few close calls).

Violence is so damn adorable.

Current Mood: bored

Alrighty, so I think I could handle my manager until today. Sure he's a condescending goobier (if you saw him you'd understand the gooberness), who I would bet money had had his head safely tucked in a toilet through out highschool, but after today it's gonna be hard.
So we have four very nice Jamaican ladies that came to work at the hell hole I call work. Today they were helpin' us out in laundry (usually work rooms). Suddenly, the other new girl I work with and I became the "master" and "mistress" of the laundry room. "If we fed them, they'll keep workin'". "Where's your spirit? I don't hear no singin'! - When you were slaves, you sang like birds. Go on. How 'bout a good ol' nigger work song?"
In a seriousness, I desperately wanted to smack him.

I've decided that being almost twenty-one is far worse than being no where near that age. Now twice this week I've been asked if I wanted to go out for some twenty-one-and-over-fun-times and twice I've had to say that I'm still a minor for a whole two weeks.
There are few things that make me a sad panda; other sad pandas and arbitrary age laws!
On a lighter note, going trail riding tomorrow. WOOHOO!!