So, I'm studying in Geisel (yay geisel, huh, Philip) for a midterm that day and I have to use the latrine.
I go into one of the stalls in the restroom and I pull out two protector sheets (what are those called? seat covers? Anyway...).
I release my toxic fluids and pull my sweats up.
Turns out, the double protection was a bad idea.
The middle of the seat cover did not detach itself from where it was supposed to so urine trickled out over the edge of the toilet and landed softly on my sweats. (Chancho, I need to borrow some sweats).
"Better safe than sorry..."
I am screwed and in kind of a pickle.
I have a midterm in a couple of hours and I have urine spillage on my sweats.
WHAT DO I DO?!?!?!
I decide to get the heck out of Geisel with my sweater around my sweats.
I get into the car and put hella scratch paper on my seat because...well...the urine.
Moral of the Story-- Scratch paper is very versatile. Driving to school is more beneficial than one may think. Too much protection may, in fact, result to unprotection elsewhere. You can always count on Chancho to give you some sweats.
I have a final in a little over an hour. Wish me good luck!!
Jeanne and I watched Cars today (first time in a while for Jeanne and THE first time ever for me). I LOVE THAT MOVIE!!! Pixar is so good. But you know who is MORE GOOD?
God.
Anyway, Jeanne had a midterm today and I had a lab report due today, so obviously we were delirious on the way back from school (we happened to get on the bus together).
(In the garage on our way to the apartment.) Jeanne - Oh shoot, my car!! Me - hahaha Whaaaaa? Jeanne - Oh wait nm, I didn't drive. Me - Oh shoot, MY car!!!!!! Jeanne - Yeah whatever. -_- Me - No really...I parked at Geisel.
Ahhh Yeahh...today was Car day. That should be a new holiday. 25 Aug - Car Day!
============================== Do you know where your car is?
"Dude, Jeanne. I have so much damn ass hair." "What?!" "I have so much damn ass hair....ooo I get it.....damn ass hair." giggle giggle giggle immaturity giggle giggle.
A couple months back... Dad - What do the people say when they salute? Me - Nothing, appah. Dad - Oh, "Nothing?"
Since then, every time he sees me, he salutes and says "Nothing." It's ridiculous. "NOTHING" "NO, APPAH" "But you said" "No..." Every time...EVERY TIME!!!
For ROTC, we get a physical training jacket and pants. I received all my uniforms hella late because I hated ROTC back then. All they had were huge sizes for all of the uniforms. So my PT jacket and pants were enormous. This past year, I was going to exchange them for a smaller size. Instead, my friend gave me a small pair and let me have the old one (health issue).
I finally brought it home this weekend from SD to give to my dad. Told him the story and he immediately puts it on.
Me - Appah, this is my Father's day present for you (as a joke). Dad - O, nonono. You should get me a bigger size. -_________-
