My Name May Not Be DQ, But I'll Sure Treat You Right

Tonight at West 57 we had a very big night. We had taco salad for supper... And we went Halloween costume shopping. Mostly for Duncan, we dropped $40 at Value Village and he's a happy little bird.

I hate to brag but his costume is kinda awesome, consisting of my yellow bedroom shag carpet I got from sexy Brett for grad, a yellow sweater (which I can see a 40 year old man jogging through his midlife crisis), black nylons (we had to youtube how to put on nylons), black gloves (wth did we pay $12 for a pair of those things in dance? we found pairs for $5!!) and red crocs.

So basically, he is going to be a VIP this halloween and I have probably never been so impressed with him.

A week from today I will be on a plane to Toronto, so that city better prepare itself. Goose and I plan on stocking up on classy attire tomorrow. I may get myself a pair of those fancy grown up boots. Who knows where the day will take me.

I am also super jacked for this week to be over! Not that it's any different from any other weekend, I just have my reasons.... I plan on using all my cheesy pick up lines and my charm. ACE!

I Have No One to Impress

Well this is going to be another bitterly cynical post about how crazy people are...

First of all, I actually put myself together for school this morning. By this I mean I went to bed with my hair and majority of my make up done from yesterday. Highly well planned if I may say so myself. The alarming part was how many people remarked on this... I apologize Momma T, apparently people do notice if I wear a pair of jeans and my hair even when i do my two day walk of shame with it the same.

Secondly, Karlee wasn't here this morning so I had to walk to school. Positive because I got to sleep in until nine.... Negative because I am about 75% sure I got brain freeze on the way to class. Not that it matters because my first class was psychology... And that of course is my main people watching class which requires some brain numbing to begin with.

I'm pretty sure I don't like college very much because I barely made it through my first mid term week and it makes me cry thinking about how horrible it went, but I am sure the next run will go better because I'm big into personal improvement. Ty informed me the only way he would disown me this weekend, and luckily is wasn't flunking out of college, so I'm golden as long as I have his support. Duncan tells me the odd fail is alright. I'm not sure how specific this "odd fail" is solely because I think Duncan's fail and my fail may be different levels...

I do like the fact I can do whatever I like but I miss when everyone cared. I even miss Mr Riise yelling at me for texting in spare when he knew I would continue to do so sometimes, but no one dare tell him that.  I have also met really nice people, like my new best friend in psych or the two brothers who sit by me in sociology who claim they're part wolverine.

And you know what this weekend is (everybody whose anybody knows)! The biggest holiday besides maybe Christmas and Halloween just because I like candy.... RED ROUND UP. Oh boy, Red Angus people come to Red Deer and it's like the whole city knows it. So West 57 will be cleaning Wednesday night and stocking the fridge, whoo babey.

A Girl Should Be Two Things...

"A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous."
Coco Chanel

 

Being the involved college student I am, I have witness many different kinds of people in my first month on campus. It really isn't that different than high school.

-There is still that know it all girl sitting at the front of the class answering all the questions. They always make you wonder if you spend too much time with your friends making bad decisions, and if you'd rather be in pre med studying with her.

-There's the guy who always has something to say. Generally it's a "real" life story about how impressive he is, and it has nothing to do with the concept we're discussing. You wonder how he's made it this far.

-There's the pretty boys, the jocks who think they got it all. I always am impressed at how much time they spend on their appearance when you roll into your nine o'clock classes with a pony and sweatsuit.

-There's that platinum blonde at the back with her lap top, most likely Facebooking about how unattractive my sweatsuit is. She has the worst hair extensions you've ever seen and makes you contemplate if your jeans aren't tight enough.

-There's also approximately five hundred more people but they're normal and not nearly as exciting.

With that being said, I love it all. I'm so glad that stereotypes haven't changed and I can still people watch.

The fact is everyone judges you, so you may as well give them something to look at. I've already fallen down the stairs once and walked into the wrong class. It happens and I know I'm still super classy.

Last night I had an avocado for a study snack, look at me go!