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Now that I've got my sponsor an honorable mention I will continue. I'm putting off studying for my International Relations test tomorrow. Oh and putting off researching for my undergraduate thesis. So of course it is story time instead. There are two from yesterday.
This week my Relationship Psychology class taught me a valuable lesson. Apparently people don't really appreciate outside the box, cynical thinking. I should preface this by saying when I get bored in a class I start playing devil's advocate to amuse myself. The class began discussing the emotional effects children from a previous relationship have on the new partner. Someone made the observation that there is no way to get rid of a child from a previous relationship, to which I immediately replied, "Yes there is." Damn you Discovery Channel! I guess humans and lions aren't as alike as the Lion King makes them out to be.
On the plus side I am one of the more memorable parts of that class now. Several people recognize me from class and remember my contributions to the conversation.
Story number two begins with a birthday. A good friend of mine turned 21 at midnight last night. We began with light drinking at a friend's place and then moved on to drinking games. Disney's Hercules is a great movie to play drinking games with. All I remember past that point is what has come to me in flashbacks. Not your typical flashbacks either, they are all just still shots of the events in my mind, like a drunken photo-montage.
We set out on our quest to get the birthday boy plastered. We arrive at our first bar and there were two other birthdays being celebrated there. He was doing alright with the drinks he was given, then came the marine. He stumbled into the bar and immediately began teaching my friend to be a man. Once he called upon the birthday boy's patriotism it was over, he was obligated to drink anything put in front of him "for the troops." After finally prying our friend away from the marine we searched for food. My friend was taken home and somehow I woke up the next morning on my couch with a half eaten chibatta burger.staring back at me.
Now that I've got my sponsor an honorable mention I will continue. I'm putting off studying for my International Relations test tomorrow. Oh and putting off researching for my undergraduate thesis. So of course it is story time instead. There are two from yesterday.
This week my Relationship Psychology class taught me a valuable lesson. Apparently people don't really appreciate outside the box, cynical thinking. I should preface this by saying when I get bored in a class I start playing devil's advocate to amuse myself. The class began discussing the emotional effects children from a previous relationship have on the new partner. Someone made the observation that there is no way to get rid of a child from a previous relationship, to which I immediately replied, "Yes there is." Damn you Discovery Channel! I guess humans and lions aren't as alike as the Lion King makes them out to be.
On the plus side I am one of the more memorable parts of that class now. Several people recognize me from class and remember my contributions to the conversation.
Story number two begins with a birthday. A good friend of mine turned 21 at midnight last night. We began with light drinking at a friend's place and then moved on to drinking games. Disney's Hercules is a great movie to play drinking games with. All I remember past that point is what has come to me in flashbacks. Not your typical flashbacks either, they are all just still shots of the events in my mind, like a drunken photo-montage.
We set out on our quest to get the birthday boy plastered. We arrive at our first bar and there were two other birthdays being celebrated there. He was doing alright with the drinks he was given, then came the marine. He stumbled into the bar and immediately began teaching my friend to be a man. Once he called upon the birthday boy's patriotism it was over, he was obligated to drink anything put in front of him "for the troops." After finally prying our friend away from the marine we searched for food. My friend was taken home and somehow I woke up the next morning on my couch with a half eaten chibatta burger.staring back at me.
lestrange:
Just thought I would say, I do not have a Twitter. And I am happier that way. HEHE.