This is one those dairy entries that is not going to be too much of one my mildly exciting adventures about what I made today; seeing that it is Friday (yep no classes on Friday through Sunday). Big bummer!! On the other hand, it going to have me ranting may be even bitching depending on who is reading this about the strange yet highly typical American youth.
For those who are aware, I love to watch people. They are fascinating creatures. Especially the Americans, moreover the American youth. Even though one has been here just a short two weeks I find that I have already grasped an understanding of how these creatures interact with one another. And to tell you the truth so far what one sees on the TV isn't a far cry from what they are like in reality.
These humans are loud, boisterous and a little hostile at the slightest agitated. The use of JERK, FUCK OFF or even YOU MOTHERFUCKER is just as ordinary as THANK YOU, GOOD MORNING and YOU'RE WELCOME (which I might add they use quite frequently; plus the homo sapiens). Now don't start thinking that I have being hypocritical or just too proper for the natives. Yes I admit that I am a cuss bud but I have never used ten 'FUCKs' in a twenty word sentence or describe a female 'dirty scanky slut or cunt' just because I have seen her talk to some other guys on hall. I don't care how true it might be, that shit should not be used to describe anyone.
Too nice? Yeah I am. Toughen up or get dirty? Sorry I don't lie with pigs, I eat them.
Another ax of mine that I am going to grind. These (trying to restrain myself from cussing actually) um...neanderthals are dirty and disgusting in the worst way. One early morning (ie 5) while on my way to the bathroom (best time to use it) I come across a trail of puke starting for outside to inside a stall and today a similar trial of piss. Apparently, when you let bitches off their leaches all the house training, if they had any to start with, goes out the window.
I was given some advice by a chef before I came to JWU. He said, "Find some serious people and stick close by". Well Chef that is going to be one of those needle in the haystack metaphors times 1200. Yet again these wonderful young homo erect-us take advantage of their new found freedom and party every single day of the week; "Dude where we hanging out tonight", "Frat party over o Vermont Ave". May be it is because I never really got the party scene, where you try to have an introductory conversation over really loud music or bump and grind on some strange girl all night or until she finds someone better or stepping over people who don't know how to hold the alcohol; which leads me into another story. Apparently, I attract the odd ones. Colette Joile Gardner is her name. A rather short obscenely talkative chick, as I believe has taken a shine to me. Yesterday, she shows up at my door with a friend, just to prove that she is not insane as I make her out to be. Low and below her friend, who I never got a name, is drunk. No surprise there. And has been drunk since 5 pm. Instantly I am not a happy camper. As much I would have loved to help this strange rather tipsy damsel in distressed when she whipped out the bottle of crappy vodka I was ready to send her on her way. And that I did, I told Colette get your friend out of my room and sober quickly (hooray Zack stood up for standing). Yeah I have a spine on occasion. Later that night, rather earlier this morning, after coming back for the loo, Colette comes an apologises about the incident.
I think I should end on a good note though..I made Creme Caramel on Wednesday..Lemon and Black Pepper. And it did not taste too bad.
Bye for now.
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