29.5.03
Favorite Museum: American History
Favorite Art Collection: National Gallery
Favorite Piece of Art: The Monet painting of the cathedral
Favorite Building: Washington Monument (snicker)
Favorite Meal: Surf and Turf from Legal Seafood
Favorite Dessert Food: Cheesecake with raspberry sauce
Favorite Waiter: Mark from Legal Seafood. Mostly because he brought me that cheesecake.
Favorite Metro Station: Whichever one that had the passed out homeless guy that looked like Santa Claus
Favorite Street: The one that had the zoo
Favorite Deal Closed: Surf and Turf *coughcoughchunfailedcough*
Least Favorite Hotel Guests: Mr. and Mrs. Pack of Wild Dogs and their 9,000 teenage children
Least Favorite Metro People: The Obnoxious Drunken Patriotic-Song-Singing Tourist Asshole family
28.5.03
Favorite Museum: Natural History
Favorite Art Collection: National Gallery of Art
Favorite Piece of Art: Either the painting of the cakes or the big guy at the Hirshhorn
Favorite Building: National Gallery of Art, the old part (my future foyer)
Favorite Meal: Thai Garden, especially Chun's pad thai
Favorite Waiter: Mark from Legal Seafoods
Favorite Metro Station: Wherever The Man didn't try to keep me down. If there was such a station.
Favorite Mata Break: Lincoln Memorial
Favorite Street: The one with all the food places
Favorite Ice Cream: Blueberry Cheesecake from Baskin Robbins
And in other news, as most of you probably know, my dad is a goofball of epic proportions. In case you weren't there, in DC we made Blue Stuff, consisting of vodka, Sprite, sour mix, and blue curacao. The leftovers came home in a water bottle with me. Well, I just stuck it in the fridge and forgot about it. So today my dad comes home from work: "Hey, Amanda...so I was looking in the fridge for a drink this morning, and I didn't want to drink mom's Mountain Dew, so I grabbed this bottle of blue stuff and had a swig..." "...and it definitely woke me up. You did have a good time in DC, didn't you?" Note to self: don't keep your liquor in an unlabled bottle in the family refrigerator. But what really made my dad a dumbass today is the informative lecture he gave me on...the history of l33t. Oh man, that was, if I may, teh gay. My dad likes to give these little lectures to prove that he's smrt. They come in such topics as: "You know why Detroit is called 'Motown,' right?," "Microsoft sucks," "Clear Channel Radio sucks," and "How an internal combustion engine works." I swear to God, I have heard all of these speeches so many times. It's enough to make you gnaw your own leg off.
Favorite Museum: American History
Favorite Art Collection: National Gallery of Art
Favorite Exhibit: Monet's House of Parliament
Favorite Building: Hirshhorn
Favorite Metro Station: Metro Center
Favorite Street: M Street in Georgetown
Favorite Meal: Wood Grilled Shrimp at Legal Seafoods
Favorite Waiter: Mark from Legal Seafoods
Favorite Mata Break: Outside Lincoln Memorial
Favorite Day: Monday at the National Zoo, lunch at Thai Garden, Lincoln Memorial
Favorite TV Watched: Season finale of 24
Favorite Small Rodent: The mouse from HoJo
27.5.03
Favorite Museum: American History
Favorite Exhibit: Gemstones (Natural History)
Favorite Building: Freer Gallery of Art
Favorite Metro Station: Metro Center
Favorite Street: M Street in Georgetown
Favorite Meal: Thai Garden
Favorite Waiter: Mark from Legal Seafoods
I gotta say, I was sorely disappointed by the lack of runaway bladder control.
17.5.03
In honor of our upcoming D.C. drinking trip, and since all of us are lushes, I thought it fun to see Top 5 Alcoholic Drinks. Mixed, bottle, shots, whatever.
1. Midori Sour
2. Dom Perignon
3. Jack and Cola
4. Heineken (w/ pizza only)
5. Smirnoff Triple Black
12.5.03 Mr. Blog Goes to Washington Information Post
Well, if you're not one of the posters here, this probably won't interest you too much, unless you're living vicariously through us, in which case you are sad. Otherwise, this post is just bits of information about our upcoming kick-ass trip.
1. Dates
As of right now, we're leaving from Burney's house at the ass crack of dawn on Monday the 19th, by which I mean 8am or so. Edit: My mom says nobody can sleep over. I'm being taken to Olive Garden and they have work in the morning. - Sarah
We're staying in DC (well, Cheverly, MD) for 5 nights. We check out on Saturday, go to Six Flags, do our thing, get home Saturday night. Sleep for a week.
2. Money
You three owe me $94, which I really need before Thursday the 15th so I can get it in my account. Cash, check, Paypal, whatever. I will NOT be accepting sex in lieu of payment anymore. Well, maybe really good sex.
3. Gas
I figure the easiest thing to do is everone bring some small bills, $1s and $5s, and we'll just all chip in for gas as the need arises, instead of IOUs and crap. You have your early notice now, start collecting $1s.
4. Food
HoJo has a continental breakfast, so eat a lot. Also, we're planning on stealing apples and bagels and shit from HoJo for lunch and picnicking on the Mall. Then dinner will be a restaurant. Should save lots of money that way.
You guys feel free to edit this post if I forgot anything or if you want to add crap.
11.5.03
Oh man is it nice to be out of school. I'm still in the adjustment phase though, so my parents are getting on my last nerve. I love them and they're awesome people (plus they support my lazy ass), but I'm not a fan of having to tell them where I'm going or having them go in my room without asking. But hopefully I'll get back into 'Living at Home' mode soon and I won't accidentally back over them with my car or something. (note to law enforcement: I'm kidding.)
Also, I'm getting a bitchin' haircut on Tuesday. Chin-lengthish, with maroon highlights. Maroon. It's going to rock your collective faces off. Amanda is supposedly coming along and may document the process in digital photography. Look for pictures soon.
2.5.03
More evidence that the Lord Almighty hates my guts and my progeny and posterity will have plague and pestilence for generations to come:
Timeline of brain explosion
Thursday 2 p.m.-- Head to Student Union lab for work on PageMaker newsletter project/final for Media Graphics
7:58 p.m.-- Return to room for Must-See-TV after 5 hours and 58 minutes in the lab. Project incomplete.
11:28 p.m.-- East Hall lab for more work on project.
11:32 p.m.-- iMac doesn't want to open the file; Iomega ZIP drive doesn't want to spit out my disk.
11:34 p.m.-- Leave note on keyboard with my name and number if disk erupts. Email myself the project so I can work on it in union lab.
11:39 p.m.-- Ask ACS dude in the lab how to manually get disk out (paper clip jabbed into a hole in back). Proceed to walk back to East, retrieve disk, back to union.
11:43 p.m.-- Try to open chunnews.p65 in five computers, Mac and PC. Nothing. Shock, denial, dismay.
11:45 p.m.-- Ask ACS dude to run disk recovery. Nothing. Verge of tears.
11:48 p.m.-- Seriously consider quitting life. Resign myself to a C on report card.
11:53 p.m.-- Buy a 20 oz. Coke and start plugging away. Thank God that I had at least printed out the first page.
Friday 1 a.m.-- Someone in lab starts a laughing to himself. Jackass continues for thirty minutes. Laugh is annoyingly familiar; I've sat beside him in lab before. People glare. Jackass oblivious.
1:26 a.m.-- Hero says "shut the fuck up"
2:14 a.m.-- First two pages complete
3:08 a.m.-- Third page complete
3:58 a.m.-- One more column to go. Lab closes in two minutes. Mad rush to save everything in at least five different disks.
4:05 a.m.-- Bed
8:32 a.m.-- Off to Walker Hall to write last column; turn in paper copy.
9:03 a.m.-- Union PC fonts not shared by Walker PC fonts. Everything looks like shit. Verge of hysteria.
9:28 a.m.-- Try to load on Mac computers. No such luck.
9:39 a.m.-- Raley Hall lab. Fingers crossed.
9:46 a.m.-- Fonts good, alignment non-existant. Major surgery.
10:50 a.m.-- No end in sight. Forty minutes until deadline.
11:19 a.m.-- Save, save, save, and save again to S drive. Email myself three copies, three floppies, two ZIPs.
11:24 a.m.-- Turned in. Deep breath. Brain explodes.
You know what I hate? When teachers give you an essay question on an exam, but it turns out that they're just looking for three main points in your answer. So you might write a kick-ass little essay, but if you don't say the magic words, well fuck you. That is such bullshit. If they're going to do that, they might as well ask multiple choice or short answer or some crap.
When I'm Dictator of the World, I plan on implementing a zero tolerance No Bullshit policy. For everyone but me, I mean, because as Dictator, I get to do what I want, mwa ha ha ha. Ha.
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