"They took everything...even the stuff we didn't steal."
An unofficial thread, eh. I guess we invite unofficial members. ;-)
Pinging the Usual folks (mirror is down for maintenance; will ping the whole list either later on tonight or first thing tomorrow morning...)
I'm leaving for Vegas on Sunday. It's no wonder so many hotels have been sold out. Fortunately, I got a room in one of the non-smoking hotels slightly off the strip.
"They took everything...even the stuff we didn't steal."
I puked on the floor in my dorm room back in 1986. (Yes, I was extremely drunk.)
I've been to three universities so far. I have a bachelor's from Virginia Tech, a master's from Penn State, and another master's from Tennessee Tech. As an engineer, most of my memories of college are memories of studying. I did a few fun things, but I hit the books pretty hard.
Am I officially unofficial or unofficially official?
I'm soooOOOooo confused....
Got back from skiing for Spring Break yesterday. It was a lot of fun. Also two things I learned. Snowboarders are douchebags, but snowboarderettes are too hot to describe. We took far too much pleasure in seeing (male) boarders eat it and then spraying them with snow as they lay there in the middle of the run.
We have an unofficial thread this weekend as the result of some technical difficulties.
Substitute theme includes:
Spring Break
School's Out!
Share a School Break Memory
Just have fun!
2. I am about to break the ice with a lovely neighbor from Ecuador, so I guess you can say I am returning to my Latina fetish (which I have had since the age of 6).
3. My parents continue to pressure me to get married and have children. I look , however, at my collegues and think: "is this the type of life I really want?"
Their entire lives revolve around their children, they are limited (by income and school district) as to where they can live, and they never "hit the town" or travel, except to Orlando for Disney.
I guess it goes back to the fact that in high school and college, I was extremely shy, never dated, and never partied. Now, I have a good income, and (usually) free weekends, and I am finally enjoying myself.
I still have a fear of being a lonely old man, which is a selfish reason for having children or a permanent spouse. Is there anyone else out there in a similar situation?
1. My first year I lived in a "residential college" called Queens Court (aka "Queers Court"). Which I enjoyed due to the incredible study lounge and its connection to history (Edgar Allen Poe used to visit the Jesuits who lived there at the time). We had a deli in the building, where kids from the local prep school would hang out and smoke cigarettes, making alot of noise. In response, we would dump soda and water on them and throw all sorts of (biodegradable) debris until we got them out.
2. My roomate my sophomore year was a mentally disturbed kid from Massachusetts who used to sleepwalk and blast the Fugees. When I knew him, he was only hitting the bong. The next year, he ran away to France and became hooked on Heroin.
3. Grad school was more pleasent. The worst thing that happened at U of Chicago was some cretin kept stealing my Wall Street Journal.