England's M&M's don't taste good?! That sucks. Thanks for the heads up, Laura.
You know what else sucks? The score of the Red Sox game right now. 3-1?! What is this?! We were in the lead for like....5 minutes. Ugh.
So this weekend was...interesting. It was homecoming/alumni weekend at good ole Westfield State. Friday night I got sick at the lovely, pricey, romantic Carrabbas restaurant, which sucked. Not only did I vomit, but some old broad walked into my stall in the restroom. She got a free show while I was sick and wanting to die sitting on the porcelain throne. Lame.
Saturday night was the first "Senior Night," which was delightful. I had a few beers with some cool kids. Then we went to Tommy D's, which was SO PACKED. I spent a good portion of my hours there waiting in line for the lady's room...about 12 times. It was lovely. I got a little out of hand. I later asked Brian why I drank so much and his response was "Two words: Hoodie." I agreed-that sums it up nicely. Wasn't really two words though. Hmm.
Anyway I woke up wearing two bras (neither happened to be the one I wore out the night before) and there was a lamp overturned across my floor. Interesting.
Today I shot a gun for the first time. I don't think I sucked tooo much. It was freakin' terrifying. I absolutely hated it at first. Guns scare me. They kill. The noises were so loud and I was so nervous I'd fuck up and shoot my face off. But I got the hang of it and had fun trying to shoot the target. I'd consider going back sometime.
Three Fabulous British Things:
1. Sexy accents
2. Cockney!
3. They don't have the Red Sox there to torture me...