2004-04-26 - 12:48 a.m.
tonight was the "residence life" banquet for us residence life employees. bad finger food catered by the same asshole company that makes your dining hall food and awkward small talk until they get to giving long speeches and giving out awards which was basically the whole thing, it wasn't a party or anything. melissa and i for some reason felt this was an enormous excuse to get extremely dressed up and i swear to you we looked for dresses to wear for 2 days. mine was short and black and ruffly, i hope i looked okay in it but i suspect i looked like one of those old fashioned paintings with fat italian women. it was kind of cool though, because we were the two most dressed up people among a sea of black dress pants and hoodies. we scanned the room to see if anyone else was dressed up like us and we only found one girl and then realized it was the same girl who wears slutty clothes every single day. it's really amazing. she wears the shortest skirts i have ever seen anyone wear. every day. luckily she has the body for it. what's funny though is she has a boyfriend who looks like the kind of nerd who you sit behind in math and wanna vom cause he has dandruff. okay, i don't know if this kid has dandruff, but the point is she dresses in the skimpiest clothes available and her boyfriend looks like he's in the barron broadcast (for you non whs people, that's the AV club at my old high school).
what else? oh yeah, this morning, my internet wasn't working, but i wanted to write an entry about my experience getting breakfast by myself. not because it was interesting or anything, so don't expect much. i eat by myself all the time, it's no big deal. some people have a problem with it. i don't. i don't know why, but today the cafetria replaced everything with disposable plastic forks and stryofoam plates and cups and paper bowls for my cheerios and it looked really ghetto. did they like forget to pay their silverware bill and it got taken away? and there was this ghetto sign next to where we put our trays, on a piece of cardboard box written in a regular pen "dump yo tray" and you had to dump your disposables into a garbage pail before putting the tray on the shelf. i'm sorry for my excessive use of the word ghetto but i promise you, it's the only word to describe it. while at breakfast i half listened to some conversations of poeple around me. some funny snippets:
some girl: how did he get into TCNJ? *i* didn't get into TCNJ (montclair = i didn't get into TCNJ school)
girlfriend: butter is SO good. *pause* i love butter.
boyfriend: i know you do.
some guy: my roomate is messy and it starts to rub off on me and i get out of control. we spilled an ashtray in the middle of the room and left it there.
this guy i have a semi crush on, in the way that him being in my line of vision makes me smile but not enough to start up the old pain machine called the heart and actually do anything was on line getting tater tots or whatever and was looking at me. i was hoping he'd come over and sit near me and be movie-esque but no, he also ate by himself. at least we're birds of a feather.
yes, i am tired now.
