August 24th, 2006
|jimbojones||10:29 pm - two turntables and a microphone|
I am currently at that point in my job where it's Thursday and I say "oh, I'm already two hours over for this week, so I will see you guys Monday" and I kinda regret that 'cause I have some badass ideas I'm itching to implement. And I'm a little annoyed I'll have to wait until Monday to do it.
BUT I really do want to transition from getting paid for half-time to getting paid for full-time, so, ixnay on the eefray orkway til that happens. Fun's fun but money's money and the fictitious baby can always use a new pair of shoes.
In unrelated news, every year the freshman chicks wear thinner and clingier tops than last year, and this year's no exception. At this point, the only real difference between their tops and toilet paper is the perforated tear lines. (Next year's fashion?) Crazy.
Tomorrow night: motherfuckin' snakes on a motherfuckin' plane with Leigh and possibly Indro. W00t!
Current Music: Beck - Where It's At
Are you talking about the cute gauzy tops or the really cheap Wal-Mart little boys section tanktops? The cool thing about those Wal Mart tanks are that you can rip them off very easily, but I wouldn't advise doing that to some random coed...
Just imagine...that's the fashion all year in these parts, hehe. Actually, the thing I am finding amusing is how many girls wear bikini tops to class, and the boys are the ones in the toilet paper thin cheapy tank tops. But it's a pretty hot campus, and most of the buildings aren't air conditioned, so who can blame them? Sometimes I think I am the most prudish person here, but I am paranoid as hell about skin cancer - I've been wearing long sleeved gauzy shirts and baggy pants and bathing in SPF 30 since I've been here...if you saw just how many people on the bus have skin tumors, you'd be doing the same. Man, do they look gross. I would rather be the palest mofo in 3,000 miles than a lumpy, bumpy lizard girl.