Charles II Was Straight Up Pimpin!

So I should totally be writing my History take-home right now but I would rather blog about nothing in particular. So my lab had our Senior dinner this past Thursday and it was surprisingly more bearable than I was expecting. DG took us to a restaurant that is best described as an Olive Garden without those heinous TV commercials. Have you seen those commercials? There is one where a woman is standing, scanning the dining room and a hostess comes and asks her who she is looking for. The woman responds that she is looking for her date. The hostess asks what her date looks like and the woman says he has brown hair and his shoes are probably untied. Now I am sure you are as perplexed as the hostess and I on what kind of guy this attractive blonde woman is dating if he can’t tie his shoes? Well let me throw you a curveball; a child comes running up to the blonde woman yelling, “Mom!” Sure enough he has brown hair and his shoes are definitely untied. Damn you Olive Garden for tricking me! How could I have not figured out it was her son? But seriously, I freaking hate that shit. Back to our dinner, DG dropped mad cash on us. There were nine people total and in addition to our dinners she bought four appetizers and four desserts. The conversation was good; MadJ sat across from me so we carried on in private a fair amount of the time. Oh I almost forgot, I accidently invited DG to the gay bar…woops.

In other aspects of my life, we have entered finals week here at UW and I have a cold. I think I may have shocked my body too much working out the Monday after Mifflin. I am trying to recuperate before my brother gets here on Wednesday for my graduation. God knows he expects me to show him a good time and I won’t be able to if I am an incubus of viral plague (name that movie!). Even though I am under the weather I was able to make a showing on Thursday night by going out with the lab. There was drama drama drama. This tends to happen now that the five of us have hung out for the year. I got in trouble because my attention was focused on a kid from my psych class this semester. He and I talked for a fair amount of the night and I guess this wasn’t kosher with others in the group. The way I see it, everyone else was talking to other people so I don’t see why I should be reprimanded because I was hanging with someone outside of the lab. I understand that it was our last hurrah but I mean I was hanging with them for a good deal of time prior to my class friend showing up. Oh well everything was worked out in the end.

So I realized as I was writing this post, I don’t like to write the word f***. I have no problem saying it but for some reason typing makes it seem really intense. Like if I were to say, “God, I fucking hate Olive Garden commercials,” you would think that I find them to be worst thing in the world. In actuality I just find them to be really dumb and contrived. So yeah, I don’t think I will be typing the word f*** when I blog but rest assured I say it all the time in my daily life.

Artist: Daft Punk, crazy shit.