Hola. Me Llamo Adolph...
I caved. I'm in college and it seems that many people who go to college obtain blogs. So I did. I figured it was a nice alternative to the things college kids usually obtain like drug addictions, alcoholism and sexually transmitted diseases. If I ever have a deep thought, I may post it here, but it hasn't happened yet. Until that day comes, I'll just talk about college and the things that make me nervous. Namely everything. That way, it will feel like I'm complaining to someone, but no one has to listen. Plus, blogs seem like a nice way to keep up with friends once they've died. I mean, gone to college. (We love you Larry! I know you're smiling down on us from... um...med. school...)
Anyway, college so far is a blast. But only if your understanding of "Blast" involves terror, never knowing the right thing to say, and a constant social headache. Mine does. At least the camp feeling is starting to wear off here at Augustana. I'm feeling better than I was a week ago and hope to continue this pattern. I met a boy, (a theatrical design major), who taught me the rule of ten: For every twenty girls at Augie, there are ten boys. Of that ten, five of them are taken, one's an ass, one's just creepy, and two of them are gay. That leaves one boy for every twenty girls. Boy, I better sharpen those sexy wiles of mine! I'm 18 and I think I may already be an old maid.
Oh, hey! this has nothing to do with anything but what is a blog for if not random thoughts...
I'm taking a spainish class. (I don't know why, since the only thing I've retained from my middle school spainish experience is a snazzy rap naming all the capitals of South America.) and I've decided that whenever I have to make up names for people in a "create your own conversation," those names will be Adolph Hitler and Joseph Stalin. Therefore the conversations will go something like:
Hola! Me Llamo Adolph Hitler! Y tu?
Mucho Gusto, Adolph. Me Llamo Jose Stalin. De donde eres?
El gusto es mio. Yo soy de Nazi Germany. Y tu?
And so on. Well, I thought it was entertaining.
Anyway, college so far is a blast. But only if your understanding of "Blast" involves terror, never knowing the right thing to say, and a constant social headache. Mine does. At least the camp feeling is starting to wear off here at Augustana. I'm feeling better than I was a week ago and hope to continue this pattern. I met a boy, (a theatrical design major), who taught me the rule of ten: For every twenty girls at Augie, there are ten boys. Of that ten, five of them are taken, one's an ass, one's just creepy, and two of them are gay. That leaves one boy for every twenty girls. Boy, I better sharpen those sexy wiles of mine! I'm 18 and I think I may already be an old maid.
Oh, hey! this has nothing to do with anything but what is a blog for if not random thoughts...
I'm taking a spainish class. (I don't know why, since the only thing I've retained from my middle school spainish experience is a snazzy rap naming all the capitals of South America.) and I've decided that whenever I have to make up names for people in a "create your own conversation," those names will be Adolph Hitler and Joseph Stalin. Therefore the conversations will go something like:
Hola! Me Llamo Adolph Hitler! Y tu?
Mucho Gusto, Adolph. Me Llamo Jose Stalin. De donde eres?
El gusto es mio. Yo soy de Nazi Germany. Y tu?
And so on. Well, I thought it was entertaining.
posted by Caitlin at 5:29 PM
3 Comments:
that spanish rap is the best song i ever learned in school. we sang it 10 times a day on account of chris goodman.
Caitlin! I love you. I'm glad my roommate isn't here because I'd hate to explain why I'm laughing out loud at Nazis. Welcome to the wonderful world of blogging!
CAAAAITLIN! I'm so proud of you. And so is Larry!!! If you want to be a hermit in the mountains with Christa and I when you grow up, I'm sure there'll be room for you under a cot or something. Consider yourself linked. Ouch!
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