"Are you a pharmacist?"

"No."
"Well...do you know a pharmacist?"
"No"
"Well ok, have a great night then"
*hangs up phone*

What the heck was that?? I feel like there are three possibilities: A. someone was prank calling me (though I don't know who would think that was funny, it was just odd) B. someone mixed my number up with a drug dealer's and gave out my number by mistake C. I'm getting spam calls on my cell phone. None of these possibilities are appealing.

History of Siberia

WHAT WAS I THINKING???

I'm rejecting my nickname

I don't even want to go by Tux. I'm throwing the beads away, and getting "Caroline" on my jacket. I also don't want "The Big O" for my nickname. If people can't come up with not stupid things I don't want any part of this. I'm really disappointed by this. I wanted a sweet nickname, but better to not have one then to have a stupid one.

In all my years of breeding rats...

So I was initiated yesterday. It wasn't that bad, it was pretty anti-climactic actually. There were wacky highlights, breaking into several off-campus houses and apartments looking for porn, dizzy bat races on a hill, toothpick lifesaver races, chubby bunnies, and getting our nicknames. My nickname is pretty stupid, and I'm disappointed. The one girl on the team that I really dislike picked it, and it isn't affectionate, she isn't laughing with me. I'm Canadian Tuxedo. It isn't the end of the world, I've already shortened it to Tux, but I wanted a cool nickname.
Afterwards there was a party and we christened our new pong table, then went to the IB where I got on as over thanks to Jesse's ID. Colin was working the door, but he let me in anyway which was very nice of him. I would have been surprised if he had blown me in, but I still appreciated it. M.A. wasn't there, which had been my entire motivation for going, but I had fun. Marie and I found various boys to dance with, one of whom had the worst breath I've ever smelled, and we stayed until closing.
And now I'm a vet. We're ordering jackets later, but I think I'll get "Caroline" on it instead of "Canadian Tuxedo."

Registration

For all those people that scoff at the benefits of Camp Weona, I now have proof that it was a valuable networking experience. Wednesday night I was IMing Butter, when somehow the subject of his friend Paul came up. Because I am a facebook fiend, and because Paul goes to Geneseo, I friended him, assuming that would be the end of it, and I would be one facebook friend the richer. To my surprise, Paul and I began messaging, and hit it off, chatting for a couple hours. When the topic of registration came up, Paul (who is a senior and so gets to register super early) offered to hold classes for me. So, thanks to Butter, so thanks to Camp Weona, I now have the perfect schedule. (Monday/Wednesday/Friday next semester I have Stage Musicals, Child Development and Abnormal Psychology. Tuesday/Thursdays I have Reading as a Writer and Elementary German.) I also have the offer of rides back to Buffalo, and someone to go to the hockey game with tonight. I'm pretty jazzed. Camp Weona is now aces in my books.

Unfair

Why is it that I get sicker when I opt out of drinking? Yesterday was the rugby 40 run, and not, as I had hoped, a scavenger hunt. We all met at the field at 5:20 last night, and because I don't get the rugby emails I was wearing sneakers, but not running stuff. We did a few warm ups, handed over our phones, keys and swipe cards, and started off towards Main street at a jog. When we got to Main street we ran around to the back of a bar and Leigh told us that we were doing the song run, that we would stop at every bar in town and learn a song. Since it was early evening on Halloween however, the streets were swarmed with small children tick or treating, forcing us to sing behind the bars and not in front, like bawdy Christmas carolers. There are a surprising number of bars in Geneseo considering there isn't a drug store. We learned a bunch of songs that I had heard, but not really known including "Yo Ho", "Twelve Days of Rugby", and "Jesus Can't Play Rugby." After we had visited all the bars we ran to the Meadows where the rest of the veterans were waiting for us. We serenaded them with a rousing chorus of "We Love You Veterans" and then they started handing out 40s. Halloween or not, 40s race or not, I did not want to pound that much malt liquor on a Wednesday evening. Because they never force us to drink, Leigh handed me a two liter of pepsi. Jill and Erica don't like beer, so they had mixing bowls of mountain dew and vodka, and Oakes got a liter of diet coke because she has diabetes. I ended up splitting my two liter with Alex, but that is still four servings of soda, about 600 calories. The vets counted down and the race began. I don't know if anyone reading this has ever tried, but attempting to chug a liter of soda is really really painful. I had tears in my eyes it hurt so much. Vets came by and helped me drink it, but my stomach was killing me, even though i only drank the equivalent of one of our large drinking glasses at home. I drank it really fast, which was the problem. The other girls that had cowboyed up and had the 40s were pretty drunk several of them threw up)and the vets took care of them, getting them food and driving them home. I went back to my room and chilled on my bed until it was time to get ready for the party. In all modesty, my costume was great. Everyone liked it, and I had a ton of fun wearing it. I didn't stay at the party long, but a lot of people complimented me on it, and walking home I ran into some rugby guys that I don't know very well, and they thought it was really funny. The scrum cap really pulled the whole thing together.
R. thought it was appropriate to have a million people pre-gaming in our room when I got back, so I went into the lounge and watched "The Nightmare before Christmas" while people carved pumpkins. Sha had said they weren't going to be in there for long, but an hour and a half later when they still hadn't left I was getting pretty mad. I actually thought about getting the RA, but didn't. She would have gotten a warning, but not kicked out of housing, so then I would have to live with two really pissed off roommates that would possibly kill me in my sleep. Instead, I really passive aggressively sulked. Her friends eventually got the picture, and they finished their beers and went elsewhere. I would feel bad, but I've made it really clear that I don't want people drinking in our room. They spilled beer on the rug and now it smells like a brewery in here.