Friday, August 19, 2005

Indiana Hot-iversity

It’s kind of nice to be in the midwest again where people aren’t so pretentious about the names of their drinking games. “Wait.. what?” You’re asking. Well, on my last night in nyc, a bunch of us chilluns got together to play one of my favorite past times—flippy cup. My roommate asked what I had been up to.
“You call it flippy cup?!” she asked, sounding disgusted that I could be so unrefined. Apparently “Flip cup” is the more sophisticated name, but, how sophisticated can you really be when naming a game where you race to chug beer from a plastic cup and try to flip it?

I admit, I do sometimes refer to my college as “Dumb-Dumb University” because it’s not a prestigious private school and well, let’s face it, a lot of dumb kids go there. But I’ve always understood that it’s actually a very good school, ranking nationally and globally in a lot of areas. (and generally just a nice place.) However, I was frustrated to realize that not a lot of people know that. When I was in nyc, I was surprised to find myself defending it because people just assumed it was a run-of-the-mill retard school. But IU, it’s not just any retard school, it’s the hottest, according to Newsweek.

Indiana University, Bloomington, Ind.

Much of the charm of life among the Hoosiers springs from tradition, like the Little 500 bicycle races and weekend partying dramatized in the 1979 film "Breaking Away." But what stokes increasing interest in Indiana from out-of-staters, who make up a third of freshmen, is IU's embrace of the Information Age. Intel ranked it first among U.S. universities for wireless connectivity. It doesn't hurt that IU provides vast choices: 328 degree programs and 130 majors for 30,000 undergraduates.

(take that, bitches)

Thursday, August 18, 2005

I'm a tool

Requirements for my future husband:

-must have a fortune of 10,000 lbs
-must be reserved, overtly proud and maybe a little prejudiced
-must be handsome
-must be in love with me regardless of my family’s low social standing
-must be named Fitzwilliam

(what? I'm really excited about the new movie coming out. I just read the book again.)

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

8 hour plane rides are cool

Before I exit island #2 of the summer, I leave you with just one question:

Why are extremely high powered LASER pointers so entertaining??

Sunday, August 14, 2005

say hello to X-TREME

Yesterday I had an x-treme, hardcore, badass board riding accident. The ocean totally kicked my ass. Granted, the board was of the ‘boogie’ variety, and thus, this will make me sound lame, but boogie boarding takes some mad skills. I’m not kidding. If you jump on your board too late you can miss a sweet wave, but if you jump on too early, you’ll be coughing up sand for days.

Here is a graphical representation of what happened to me. (drawn by yours truly)

Frame three chronicles the faceplant. It felt like someone punched me in the face, but really, the wave punched my face into the sand. On the upside, I discovered an alternative to collagen injections. (fat lips are sexy, am I right?)

I like to look on the bright side. My nose is *probably* not broken and my spine only hurts a little bit. Hooray!