I Wanna Be Sedated...
So I hit the vending machine downstairs for a late night snack on Saturday night. I plugged in the change, hit the code for the popcorn annnd...no love. Dammit. So I trudge back upstairs, raid the piggy bank once more, go back down and go through the same shit again. No fucking love - again. You'd think I'd learn my lesson already and choose something else, but no - that night's study session simply demanded cheap popcorn. I tried and tried to get my money's worth, but the bloody package just refused to come down all the way. After plugging in close to five dollars in change and delivering bodychecks worthy of Zdeno Chara, I gave up and went for a chocolate bar. So I put my change in, punch in the code, watch the spring turn and....
It lands on top of the popcorn. Goddammit.
So after seriously bruising my hip, screaming curses at it loud enough to alarm some of the freshmen, and getting the most expensive chocolate bar ever, I've come to the conclusion that the downstairs vending machine is a money-grabbing, penguin-fucking piece of crap that sucks syphilitic donkey balls and should be avoided at all costs. The End.
*It should be noted that after relating this to my dad over coffee, he gave me one of his patented "Why didn't we just get a dog?" looks and wondered aloud why the hell I didn't give up after the first time. I find myself wondering the same thing...
Tuesday night saw me over at Lindsay and Karen's place for Madeline's 20th. Highlights included convincing Madeline that a) her grandmother actually had sent Laura a card thanking her for being Madeline's friend (it was actually $20 for the birthday cake), and b) there was something horrific in the fridge that she must not see under any circumstances (i.e. the cake). Ate waaaay too much pizza, drank a lot of crappy beer, watched Madeline cut her cake with Slashy the machete (Laura, trying to take a picture of this: "Quit moving, you bastard!"), and saw the 3rd Harry Potter Movie. Good times.
Wednesday night was a floor dinner out in honour of one of my floormates going back to Japan. It seems Yoko had been sick since September, was completely worn out from stress, and was flying back the next day, which is a shame because she's the sweetest person on T2. So much fun was had, some tears were shed, many hugs and email addresses were exchanged...Maia and I stayed up until 5am helping her pack and waiting for her to leave for the airport. We also marched out to Tim's Ho with her and and few others at 4am, in our Pjs and slippers. Said slippers are now badly in need of a bath.
Just got back from Lindsay's where we watched Y Tu Mama Tambien and part of Interview With a Vampire. I'm absolutely exhausted, but I definitely need to be up at a decent hour tomorrow. It's exam studying time :(
P.S. Before I forget, a little something for my American friends who recently celebrated Thanksgiving...
There ya go....;)