Filed under: Late Night | Tags: all nighter, breakfast, college, morning, night, sleep, Top Ten Lists
10. All the streetlights are flashing red.
9. Whatever message you inked on your hand is just as smudged as your eye makeup.
8. Channels 4 and 7 are still playing infomercials.
7. You didn’t even notice that your right heel was broken.
6. Yesterday’s outfit is becoming today’s ‘slightly-disheveled-chic’ look.
5. You are having illusions of grandeur, including a need to exercise as soon as the gym opens, random pancake cravings, and a shrinking to-do list.
4. You greeted the man who delivered the Wall Street Journal.
3. Coca-cola is an acceptable alternative to coffee.
2. The look like you have two black eyes and a fever, but it’s really just from too few naps and too many calories.
1. Your Crackberry vibrates incessantly as your roommate, bestfriend and boyfriend ask you where you are and if you’re alright.
UPDATE: Add somewhere on this list “You sent an important email to someone you corresponded with from Craigslist by accident.” I just did that. Idiot.
I was served breakfast by a woman with an uncanny resemblance to the child catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Is it a sign? Who knows.
Filed under: College | Tags: breakfast, Calculus, college, Exams, failure, happiness, perks of college, Villanova
Last night I stayed up, worrying about my impending calculus exam. Functions, easy stuff, stuff i should remember from afternoons with Dave Delong. Stuff I am definitely rusty on.
Miriam, my professor, is a complete and total bonehead. A friend described her as the Michael Scott of the calculus department… No one knows how she got her job. Allegedly, she has been teaching here for 26 years. Granted, she could’ve fooled me, but this inefficient/ineffective manner of teaching certainly had me worried: is there any way I am going to pass this test?
My morning started horribly. I was exhausted from staying up so late, my congestion had taken hold of my body (again), and I just couldn’t get my act together. As I started walking toward class, my shins started throbbing. (side note: how does one deal with shin splints!?!?) As my toes crinkled in pain, I moped my way to my 8:30 calculus class, thinking about how gracefully I would set sail to fail.
I was two or three minutes late. Miriam was no where to be seen, and our graduate student corrector was there to administer the exam. (side note: Miriam totally gives more exams so she has more days off.) The test had JUST been passed out.
I grabbed a copy off her desk, slid into a seat, and leafed through the packet.
Size is misleading. There were only five questions.
I knew the answers to all of them.
Seven minutes later, I stood up and walked over to the grad student.
“is this really only five questions?”
“yup,” she replied.
I handed her my exam, grabbed my stuff, and walked out the door.
I had forty more minutes to do whatever I wanted, on a Friday morning. I also had a 100 under my belt as a significant part of my calculus grade. I didn’t fail- I passed with flying colors.
Perk of college #6- stupid teachers mean easy A’s.
Filed under: Rants & Ridiculousness, Uncategorized | Tags: Bourne, breakfast, Falmouth, ice cream, IHOP, weirdnerd
I’m not necessarily Anthony Bourdain, but I am a bit of a foodie. And by far, without a doubt, my favorite meal is breakfast. Mmm mmm mmm.
So tonight, when I was invited by some work buddies to go to the IHOP, I jumped on the opportunity.
SIDENOTE: I have only been to IHOP once. I have only been to Denny’s once. I much prefer local diners, cafes, etc to the chain garb. But breakfast after a long shift at work, regardless of the quality, sounds delicious to me.
I thought the cool thing about IHOP was that you go in the middle of the night, because it’s open, and there are drunks lying around and being entertaining. Also, there is cheap pancakes, homefries, and breakfast garb. These are all things I like. These are all things most people like. Why not go?
That's the one.
Well, apparently the Bourne IHOP is not open all night. We were there before midnight, and even though the restaurant’s website said it will be open until at least midnight after Memorial Day, that was not the case.
What a fucking bummer.
I wanted a strawberry pancake, damnit.
The group continued to drive through Wareham, up the Cranberry Highway and what not, but there was no other food destination. No fast food sightings. No open restaurants. We came back hungry.
So what did I do when I got home, angry about not having eaten all day?
Called over my man Edy and scooped myself a generous mug of ice cream.
Our freezer is almost like that.. Mmm, ice cream.
Things could be worse.
Filed under: Rants & Ridiculousness, Senioritis, Uncategorized | Tags: books, breakfast, failure, free, ice cream, life, Lists, shoes
So my checking account is down to the $16.00 mark.
Yes, that’s one-six, sixteen, as in the age you can drive a car.
It was at $26.00 this morning, but I had to put $10 in my tank. But that’s life I suppose.
Lately, it has been very easy for me to think of reasons TO spend my money, as opposed to reasons why I should NOT spend my money (other than the fact that I DON’T HAVE ANY.) So I thought I would share them with you.
- Breakfast. I have a real weak spot for breakfast, and food in general. I love going out to breakfast, reading the paper, talking with people, chowing down on a nice, steamy omelet. Mmmm. I can taste that buttered toast and home fries now. But breakfast is about $10 every time I go out. Did I mention that mug of coffee is real endearing too?
- Gasoline. It seems like I always have an empty tank. Really, it’s less like news and more like… well, life.
- Shoes. I would love a new pair of summer shoes. I want a modified boat shoe. I think boat shoes are hideous, but I like their slip-on comfort. My madras slides are a little too yippity. I own one pair of Vans. They seem like the next best thing before flats or flip flops. I found a pair I really liked, Tretorn is all out. We’ll see how it all goes down. Hopefully Payless will have something more in my income bracket.
- Beads. For some reason, I have been really craving making a new little bracelet for myself. I really dig this one my girlfriend got me from Italia. I think it could use a friend. Or maybe in an ideal world, this one.
- A gym membership. For obvious reasons. And why the hell not? I enjoy watching other people sweat while I attempt to show off how fast I can run on that elliptical.
- Books. Whenever I go to a bookstore or coffee shop, or even Anthropologie, I always find a book I like or want or need or just can’t seem to put down. And I buy it. And 9 times out of 10, it doesn’t get read until months later. I have accumulated quite a stack of brand new paperback novels that haven’t even been fingered. But I love owning books. It’s really a terrible, terrible habit.
- Ice Cream. What can I say? Kimball Farm is like crack. Actually, it’s better than crack or any other illegal drug. I swear God pees in that ice cream cooker while they are making it. That is why it tastes so good.
- Freedom. Hello, yes, my name is Katie and I would like to buy my freedom. Mind helping me out? Yeah, I have toyed with the idea of renting my own place and moving out and whatnot, and now is the time.. although I don’t know if that will actually happen or not. We’ll see. It would be so very lovely to have some space for a while. It makes me feel bad for all those people trying to get into Arizona. Shit man, I know how you feel.
Katie
Filed under: Senioritis | Tags: breakfast, coolness, Dunkin Donuts, senioritis, Westfordia
Being late for school because you needed to get to Dunkin Donuts first.
This is one of my favorite parts about being a senior. While the faculty is none too pleased, I have actually found that that rigid, angry façade can be considerably removed if you bring them a donut too. (SIDENOTE: A lot of teachers take their coffee with soy milk. That’s weird.)
Breakfast of Champions
I feel like after suffering through twelve years of schooling prior to this year, I have all but earned the right and privilege to grab a coffee before school, even if I am late (which is a supposed detriment to my learning, however it does improve my mental health, therefore giving me more capability to focus and learn. What the hell does the Man know anyway.)
ANYWAY
I usually only go to Dunk’s on Fridays because I a) hate getting up that four minutes earlier b) don’t have enough money to subside on Dunkin Donut’s five times a week c) don’t want to develop a coffee addiction. I know that I like caffeine.
There is only one thing better than walking into class with my pink-and-orange brown paper bag a la donut : walking into my second period class with a stomach full of diner grub and hands free.
