You're a picker

This post is dedicated to the Inner Circle Walk. Tonight felt like a night that I would have spent walking the IC if I were in London. But since I am not, obviously, I opted to walk to my car and call Liz leaving her a message acting like we were walking together in the IC. She ended up calling me back and we had a very enjoyable conversation. Oh summer, how I can't wait. . . .

My French teacher did it again. This time he turned slavery into a completely American thing. I saw the exhibit Captive Passage at the History Museum. I know that Brazil was actually the country that imported the most slaves and was the last to abolish it. I also know that France participated in the slave trade. Instead of sending the slaves to France, they sent them to Haiti and their other Caribbean Islands. I know that he is just exhibiting pride for his country, but come on, you cant deny history here. He just makes me laugh when he does this too. I just look at him and he looks so freakin French and he stands there talking in his thick French accent. It's almost cute in a "ohhh look at the cute Frenchman" way. You know like your looking at the animals at the Zoo, yet at the same time Historian Jess wants to correct him.

You don't know this, but I just leaned back in my chair and completely fell over. You can laugh about it, I am.

I got an out of the blue IM from my old roommate. I we got along, but she did this one shady thing that I have never really gotten over. See one day I was in the Ref grabbing some lunch. I grabbed a muffin because I knew that later I would be hungry and would want something. It was a lovely choco chip muffin to be exact. Well, the day went on and light became dark and the muffin still had not been eaten. I went out on an IC and we did the usual IC activities. When we came back in I was like, "Man I could go for something to eat." I almost got sad because the Ref had closed, but then I remembered my muffin. I climbed the 5 flights of stairs and entered my room only to find no muffin. I asked my roomie if she had seen it and she denied it. So I search my room and I almost convince myself that I never bought the muffin. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I spot the muffin wrapper in the TRASH CAN. "Why is my wrapper in the trash?," I ponder. I then look at roomie and she is trying to avoid looking at me because she knows that she has been caught. I ask again if she has seen it and again she denies seeing it. I wanted to scream, "Oh you saw it. You saw it right into your mouth." But I stopped myself. I am above arguing over a muffin. I mean why couldn't she just say that she ate it. She could have lied and said that she thought it was hers. I really didn't care, it was just the clear fact that she was lying to me that angered me. She then became known as Muffin Stealer or MS for the duration of my stay with her. To this day she has never come clean.

Another interesting fact about MS is that I am convinced she doesn't have an ass crack. Just follow me here, I know this sounds strange. You know how sometime when people bend over their pants pull down and their shirts pull up just so that you get that lower back/upper butt glance? Well, MS was from Cali and liked to wear small tops and ultra low rise pants, so this was a very common thing to me to see. With MS she could have just been sitting and you got this shot of her that I never really wanted to see. I started to notice after a while that you never saw her ass crack. I mean these pants came extremely low, yet no crack was to be found. This started to puzzle me. I pointed this fact out to Liz and I recall us sitting on my bed asking MS to hand us stuff just so she would have to bend down so we could check out the situation. It kind of freaked me out. It also cracked me up because after I pointed out the ass crackless ways of MS, it became habit of all that hung out in my room to try and see some crack. It's wasn't the most pleasant thing to look at, but the mystery behind (Ha Ha get it?) the crackless women was too great that the suffering it caused our eyes was worth it. I was often tempted to ask her id she did in fact own an ass crack, but I felt that convo would be a bit too awkward. I am still baffled. . .

Moving on,

I signed up for my fall classes. Yes, folks, it's official, I am a senior. I am not going to be ashamed of my so called easy classes. My Ad classes are going to be a pain, but the fact that I am taking a class called Topics in Physical Science: Natural Disasters in lue of a math class, does make life pretty sweet right now. Also, I only have 3 classes to take in the spring, which means that I can do another internship. That rocks the free world and the communist part of China.

Have a good one kids.