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| Yeah, so I just got back from a week-long trip to Tennesee late last
night. It was unquestionably the most full vacation I've ever
been on. Every waking moment, we were doing something, being
expertly guided by tour-guide and native royalty Nathaniel Horton (he
lives on my floor). We went all over eastern Tennesee, saw a
hilarious play in Virginia, and visited everything ever considered
historic in Charleston, SC. We even went to church on Sunday in a
church founded in 1680-something (*First* Baptist Church,
indeed). I've never been on a vacation that seemed so long.
It was only a week, but it feels like I've been away from work for a
long, long time. The spirit of the trip summed up: On the way
back from the Shreveport airport last night, four grown men in a truck
were caught singing "I'm Just a Girl" by No Doubt. Yeah, that was us.
Oh, the irony.
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| Vacation in South Padre. Gone for a week. Call the cell if you wanna. Vacation, AWAY!
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| I am going Fourth of July partying in a few days at the lake where a bunch
of promiscuous twenty-somethings were murdered by a half-man, half-alligator
with a meat cleaver exactly 10 years ago that night. Fortunately I
am neither promiscuous nor a twenty-something and I know that humans can not
breed with alligators because alligators are vegetables. | | |
| Funny story time! So.. The other day I'm eating at the cafeteria
on campus and the place is swarming with middle-high school
types. The campus was playing host to some camps or whatever, so
SAGA was full of adolescent mischief. So I'm just sitting there
eating my lunch, and some girl comes up to me in the middle of my
conversation and starts talking very loudly, " Don't you think if your
hair is long enough to put in a pony tail then you should get it
cut?" She says this quite sternly, like she's seriously expecting
me to concede to her superior fashion sense and quickly run out in
search of a barber. She couldn't have been older than 14 or 15, so as
soon as I realized that she was, in fact, talking to me, I told her,"I
like my hair the way it is." Apparently she understood what I was
implying (as in "I don't care what you think") so she walked off.
This sparked a conversation at the table about movie stars that have
long hair and girls go crazy for. A bit later, we get done eating
and are on our way out and the same girl comes up, and tells me
adamantly that I could have "gorgeous" hair like the high school punk
kid in front of me, should I simply get it cut really short like he had
it. I was just going to ignore her this time, but Lynch (a guy I
work with) told me to mention Jonny Depp, lascivious inamorato of women
worldwide that he is. I look this girl straight in the eye and ask her,
"What about Jonny Depp? He's got long hair and he's a sexy beast!" Her
eyes got wide, "That sounds weird when you say it," as she starts to
step back slowly. Heh heh, I've got her now. I'm feeling
pretty devious at this point. "What, you don't think Jonny Depp
is hot? I do." She goes (O_O), just like that and backs off
telling me that I'm weird. I let out a hearty and very satisfied
laugh of victory. One high schooler: thoroughly freaked out.
Mission Accomplished.
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