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So I had read the other day about the St. Louis schooltrip where the girl died in the Museum of Science and Industry (because I try to be a good kid and stay updated with my Chicago news). Anyway, I found it pretty upsetting - you don't think about something like that happening and it was just horrible, you know? I guess I should feel that way about all those South Side shootings, but it's almost an everyday thing... yeah, I should still feel bad, I'm just way too jaded sometimes.
Anyways, I was surfing through the blogs/livejournals (because why shower at 2:00pm when you've just woken up) and came across Andrew's friend Erin's livejournal. Her sister was on that trip (yes, six degrees of separation does seem to work very well). Apparently the kids were all locked in an auditorium for 5 hours and their cell phones were taken away until they got home. I don't know about any of you, but I would have tried to hurt someone if I had been one of those kids. First of all, no one takes away my cell phone, period. I try very very hard to have good cell phone etiquite - not letting it go off in inappropriate times by either turning it off or putting it on vibrate (the usual course of action, but it's still very polite). SO.... because I'm so good.... I really would not be pleased AT ALL if someone did that to me. Besides, don't those kids have a right to call their family members and let them know they were okay? Given how much media I'm sure it got, I bet the parents weren't happy until they AT LEAST heard the voices of their kids. But no, instead they took away their cell phones and stuck them on a bus. Great. It was supposedly so that they couldn't be interrogated or something, but hell, isn't there caller ID (nevermind that I don't have it)? And don't these kids have a choice in the matter? Granted, sure, they're high school students and here I am, 4 years out of high school, but I bet I would have felt the same way as I do now.
In other news... do I have other news? Other than being poor? Let me try and explain something. My friends know that usually I'm one of the first people to jump on the, let's go out! bandwagon. So maybe my presence is taken for granted. So lately, in my state of, I can't spend a single dime so don't even try, that hasn't been the case. I keep saying, no, I can't go out. And it's like everyone thinks I'm upset about it. I'm over the early-April breakdown, people! I do want to go out, it's just that I can't afford it, and I don't want to be in any more debt than I am. Yet Demetri loaned me the money to go to Olive Garden on Saturday and Aladdin's yesterday. And then I went to the State Street Diner, too, late last night. It has to stop! No more money spending! I don't have it! I'm glad that my friends want to see me but I wish it didn't always involve spending money. =(
This must be mentioned. Wednesday night, after I gorged myself on The West Wing season finale, I went out with Adam and friends for drinks. "Drinks" meant one drink at each bar in collegetown. There are 8 bars in Collegetown, for those that don't know this. A pitcher of beer at Ruloff's (there were 6 of us), a kamikazee shot for me at Johnny O's and tequila shots for everyone else, sparkling wine at Stella's, some shot involving whiskey and lime juice at The Palm's, Surfer on Acid shots at Dino's (read: jaegermeister and other things), 50-cent drafts at Bear Lodge, Jack Daniels on ice at Dunbars, and pints of some beer that I don't know the name of at The Chapter House. Amazingly I remember all that because I was pretty messed up by the time I got home (I will miss being so close to the Chapter House, though I will still be reasonable distance next year.... there's just that damn hill). I also made 3 dollars by kissing a girl on the cheek. Our offer to make out if we were paid 70 dollars apiece was not taken, nor was our offer to make out if two of the guys did taken. Stupid men.
In other news, I'm moving to New Hampshire for the summer! I'm going to be 15 minutes from the beach, and I've never even seen the Atlantic Ocean! I'm living with Corinne's boyfriend Ron, which should be interesting, in a two-bedroom apartment in Newmarket, NH. It's about an hour from Corinne, so I'll see her all the time. She'll be our third roommate, in fact. I'll also be a little more than an hour from Boston! I'm really excited to see Boston, because I never have! It should be a lot of fun. The plan is to move up there, and then find a job. How am I managing to do this, you ask? Well, Corinne and her friends that I'm subletting from are going to spot me for a little bit until I have the rent money, which is very nice of them and pretty much the perfect situation for me. So I'm excited. If you'll be anywhere in New England, let me know!
On to do more human things, like shower....
- Lizzardie, at 2:40 PM
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