Kanye West was the best thing to happen to Taylor Swift.
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November 22, 2009
November 21, 2009
Downtown
So Thursday night, I managed to get myself out the bed and into some decent clothes. I went to Tigallo’s Two Step – or what I thought was supposed to be TTS. It was dead. Coffin. At one point it was me, a girlfriend, the bartender, and the DJ in there. That is all.
We wondered down the street to Bogart’s. There was an interesting cast of characters at that spot. One guy practically knocked over me and my friend to get to the bar/bartender. Is it really that serious? He eventually starts chatting us up.
He asks me if my mole is real. Seriously? Do I look like I’m drawing this shit on with eyeliner?
He doesn’t like a lot of make up. Do I have on lip liner? Now, here I throw a flag on the play. Are you gay? And FYI, I love the gays.
He likes the way my eyebrows are nicely arched. He’s really doing too much at this point.
He eventually lends the conversation to what he’s looking for in a woman. Which is strange because he says that he just wants to be friends. At this point, dude, I don’t even want to be THAT. It was just a ridiculous evening. I was more than happy to take it home and cuddle ALONE in my bed!
I didn’t plan Friday too well, and I ended up in the lab at 8pm. But it was ok – I went out with some fellow science grad schoolers to Cosmic Cantina. I love that place and their burritos. And I was able to get a pitcher of margarita. They took forever to get my burrito ready and everyone had their food but me. Due to poor communication on their end, I ended up with two burritos at one point. The girl working the register got all pissy. I gave her the Bonquiqui look and she settled down.
Today is shaping up to be productive. I had brunch with one of my lab favorites – Sunny – at the Flying Biscuit. I love that place. Too bad our experience there was only meh. I wanted it to be stellar since I had bragged about it so much.
Since I’m in the library, I guess I should get to work. Happy Saturday!
November 18, 2009
Every Time
Every time I say I’m gonna do better…
I don’t.
It’s pretty pathetic, but it’s me. What else can you ask for? I’m so grateful for the *few* good friends that I have to keep me on track. The past couple of weeks have been really tough, and I’ve had trouble staying focused. I must have given myself the existential scientist talk at least 3 times a week. Even as I type this I’m wondering why I want to be a scientist. Do I really?
So strange.
Anywho, not much going on in the land of me. Just a bunch of piles of dirty clothes, boxes from too much online shopping, and a massive credit card bill to prove it.
Winter is my favorite time of year, and I love dressing in layers and wearing lots of turtlenecks and whatnot. However, mother nature missed the memo and it was 75 degrees here yesterday. So of course I looked crazy with my suede boots on. As soon as I hit the door, I had to run back inside and change. I need to check the weather more often.
Last week, a classmate passed the prelim. I was so happy for her, then the conversation turned to me and everyone wanted to talk science. That would’ve been fine, but we were at the bar!? Seriously? Give me a break!
Thursday night was a blast aside from that little portion. I went with a buddy to the Red Bull Soundclash that same night. It was Battle of the Bands: The Foreign Exchange v. Love Language. FE won and I was supergeeked.
I think this Thursday, I’ll head out to Tigallo’s Two Step, which is hosted by Phonté of Foreign Exchange (and Little Brother). I’d heard of it but never made my way down there.
