So...I'm fairly certain that the more I listen to bluegrass, the more it drastically improves my mood. Yes, I did say "IMproves." I don't know, I just...really like it, haha.
Oh, and just for the record, I hate high school. It never goes away, even though I've graduated. It follows me around, haunting me like a bad dream. I swear.
Last night there was a huge group of kids at the hotel for a birthday party. I mean, there were a lot - over a hundred. So, halfway through the party, a group of about 45 teenagers starts to form in the foyer and under the outside awning. So they stand there for about 10 minutes, and all of a sudden they all start screaming and freaking out. Matt (the weekend night manager) runs out to see what's up. Turns out a pair of teenage boys got into a fight, which is absolutely retarded for several reasons, the main one being that the hotel shares a parking lot with the state trooper head quarters. I mean, seriously. You can be taken to jail by troopers, I've seen it happen.
Calm down, Mr. Testosterone, you're only 17 years old. You're not as big of a hardass as you think you are.
So anyway, Marcedes, our GM, comes in in her pajamas and starts yelling at everybody to call their parents to come get them immediately, otherwise she'll call the cops.
It was intense. And stupid.
Oh, and just for the record, I hate high school. It never goes away, even though I've graduated. It follows me around, haunting me like a bad dream. I swear.
Last night there was a huge group of kids at the hotel for a birthday party. I mean, there were a lot - over a hundred. So, halfway through the party, a group of about 45 teenagers starts to form in the foyer and under the outside awning. So they stand there for about 10 minutes, and all of a sudden they all start screaming and freaking out. Matt (the weekend night manager) runs out to see what's up. Turns out a pair of teenage boys got into a fight, which is absolutely retarded for several reasons, the main one being that the hotel shares a parking lot with the state trooper head quarters. I mean, seriously. You can be taken to jail by troopers, I've seen it happen.
Calm down, Mr. Testosterone, you're only 17 years old. You're not as big of a hardass as you think you are.
So anyway, Marcedes, our GM, comes in in her pajamas and starts yelling at everybody to call their parents to come get them immediately, otherwise she'll call the cops.
It was intense. And stupid.
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as for healthy delivery places... you might want to look into mediterranean food. it often includes a lot of veggies, protein, and carbs all in one manageable, well balanced package. also, bologna sandwiches are relatively healthy and they take about 3 minutes to make just before you head off to work. my lunch this past summer usually consisted of a sandwich and some juice... (i freakin' love turkey bologna!!!)
you don't really have to take med related classes before med school. they really teach you everything you need to know. the only real prerequisite classes are o-chem, bio, physics, and some calculus.
i really didn't want to throw those pants out since they're almost brand new and kinda expensive so i washed them last night and took them to the dry-cleaner today. i'm gonna hope that erases any vestigial traces of the girl's happy juice....
i've never listened to bluegrass, but i'll have to try it, just because the name sounds interesting
and i agree whole-heartedly... high schoolers do some stupid things. they're always skateboarding around our university campus because there are stairs and ledges and whatnot. While I don't particularly care what they do, so long as they're not defaming the campus, when it just so happens that i'm walking to class and one of their skateboards goes rogue and hits me in the leg... that's where i draw the line. they're also always rough-housing around town on the weekends in the restaurants and whatnot so if my friends and i go out to have a relaxing friday night dinner (or god forbid i should be out on a date), we have to put up with rowdy 16 year olds yelling and screaming at the table next to us, or talking loudly about who-likes-who and who-has-bad-acne on the next couch over at the coffee shop. fuck it
I had an uneventful, albeit pleasant, Halloween (the latest blog I wrote was about it
How was your halloween? do anything fun?