At the grocery store yesterday, I caved in to my inner-child and made myself one of those little bags of candy where you pick and choose from the bins.
Mostly because I'm in love with Bulls-Eyes. They are the greatest candy creation of all time, what with their chewy carmel outer ring and their deliciously arificial inner creaminess. (Apparently,) they defy my usual tastes in food (too sweet... way way too sweet), but I will overlook their unruly sweetness for the amazing consistency. Amazing!
And upon further examination of the wrapper, I find that they are made by the company "Goatze's"... eww.
But they're still delicious! if I just censor my brain from certain thoughts...
The African American program house is having some kind of picnic over at the Africana Library and they're playing rap music. It's not that I don't like rap music (which I don't), it's just that when you listen to it from a distance and through a window, all you can hear is the base. So there is no melody or words, but this annoyingly steady beat constantly going on. But I have my giant bag of assorted candies to comfort me.
Yesterday was Slope Day at Cornell. They festive day that marks the end of classes with boozing and general college debauchery. This year Gym Class Heroes, Hot Hot Heat, and... some other one-hit wonder band came and performed to the masses. The performance was considerably better than last year (T.I... bleh!). And thus my sophomore year (almost) ended, in one 24 hour haze of drunks and lukewarm pretzels (can solids be described as lukewarm?) and one failed physics tests and a rockin' chimes concert.
(P.S. Apparently "Umbrella" has been arranged for chimes... excellent.)
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2 comments:
It's funny because I found out what Goatse was two hours before reading this post. So, I got your joke!
My dream is to someday hear you play the chimes.
I have very lofty goals, you see.
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