April 12, 2003 :: 5:03 p.m.
you put the wrong acCENT on the wrong sylLABLE
Before Adam and I flee this place for the sanctuary of my house, I'd like to add a little entry. So here I am.
This morning we woke up at the ungodly hour of 7 a.m. and prepared to head off to Penn State Harrisburg for an open house thing. It was Adam's deal, really - I was just along for the ride. But I'm glad I went, because it's actually a nice place. I would probably apply there, in fact, but I can't because I haven't earned 40 credits yet. Poo. Most of their programs are just for the last two years of a bachelor's degree, with the exception of the engineering ones. And while engineering would certainly be a challenge, it's not quite the kind of challenge that I'm looking for. I think Adam is going to apply, which is cool. It's a much nicer atmosphere than LVC, and the American Studies major (which he's leaning toward) seems really interesting. Even to me, and that's saying something.
After the open house, we went out to lunch with his mom and dad. It's a rare and amazing thing to see them in the same place, so that was interesting. We visited with Samson for a while, because he's not doing so well and Adam wanted to see him. He's such a fun, adorable little dog. He's older than I thought, though - about 11. But beagles lives for a long time, and Sam has the best life a dog could hope for, so... I think he'll be okay. He seems okay. A little stiff, but okay. Poor puppy.
So why are Adam and I running away from this place, you ask? Come on, you know why. Emily and Goth Boy are here, watching some bad gangster movie and listening to death metal. And they show no signs of leaving. Adam's roommate is also super glued to his room, so we're left pretty much homeless. The "Cherry Blossom Festival" is going on this weekend here at school, which basically means that everyone is walking around with 32 oz. cups of hard liquor. Except for Emily, of course. Why can't she just go out and get drunk like all the other idiots? Fucking seriously.
But since she isn't, for whatever reason, we've decided to stay at my house tonight. We were going to be in that area tomorrow anyway, for my brother's girlfriend's daughter's (whoa, mouthful) birthday party, so why not? We'll have a hell of a lot more privacy there, and we can watch movies and make burritos and stuff. And my dog and my kitties are there, which is just happy fun times.
Sooo... I'm off to pack my stuff, then. Not much. Just an extra outfit, some DVDs, and my scarf-in-progress. I'm on stripe #12, by the way. Go me.
Emily is the stupidest fucking bitch in the entire universe. She's sitting here talking to Goth Boy, and she's mispronouncing EVERYTHING. Jesus christ. I need to leave here now. Immediately. Before someone dies a horrible, bloody death at my hands.
And with that... adieu.
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