Office by Alex Penny
I'm Cat. I'm 22. I'm almost a college graduate. I'm tall. I like to sing. I'm much funnier and more interesting on the internet than in person. I watch horribly nerdy TV shows and movies (Supernatural... especially Supernatural, Doctor Who, Sherlock, HIMYM, Glee, SoA, Star Wars, Harry Potter, The Tudors...). I am in love with fictional characters. I don't understand reality. I read Shakespeare and Salinger for fun. I collect rubber ducks and McDonald's toys. I believe in a thing called love.
So I love the musical Spring Awakening and CRT was putting it on, and tonight was the last performance. So Cecilia and I, on a whim, went to see it. AND IT WAS AMAZING. I cried. Phenom.
Physics was exquisite today.
So there’s this kid in my physics lab and all semester all I could think of was how much he looked like Rory. This other girl in my class thought so too. So today she brought in a sonic screwdriver and he was nice enough to take pictures with us. I hate how blurry it is and I wish I really knew him. I want to marry him.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Rory Motherfucking Williams.
Fairfield Way is a madhouse. I want Wally’s but the line is sooo long. Ridiculous.
Year One - the goal patrol is fantastic; you can get sweet trucker hats and teddy bears at late night; going home every weekend is lame; sometimes it’s good to ask for help and take the time you need; making friends is possible.
Year Two: people actually do party at UConn and it’s going to let your hair down sometimes; RAs don’t like slip and slides; never decide to get a last minute haircut by an unfamiliar hairdresser; falling off of buses hurts, and your hand can bleed a lot; always go back for the lost flipflop; don’t get lost in the woods if you aren’t sober.
Year Three: England is absolutely amazing; hearts are fragile but they do heal; himym heals all wounds; seriously take the time to make yourself better; if a boy tells you to cut off all your hair, you probably shouldn’t; when your friends tell you to stay away from someone, listening is probably a good idea.
Year Four: sometimes the one year you room with a stranger, your roommate is crazy; boys watch a LOT of the history channel; new friends fun, and they’ll make truffles with you; yes, lumberjacking is a sport; hair takes a really long time to grow out; music forms bonds.
Year Five: being single is fun; tumblr is more addicting than you’d think; so is Netflix; redheads have more fun; it’s okay if you aren’t the smartest; team vacations are fantastic; not everything is meant to be; people are stupid; graduating is scary.
It’s Earth Day Spring Fling!
This is what’s happening on campus today. I salute you protesters. Two got arrested, and that’s just ridiculous. They are harming no one. They do not have graphic photos. They are peaceful.
In case you haven’t seen it, there is an extremely graphic anti-abortion display on Fairfield Way. It tells people that to have an abortion is a bad choice, and compares abortion to foreign genocide. I’m sorry but if you are not a woman, you do not get to decide what a woman chooses to do with her body and you have no right to make a woman feel guilty for making whatever choice she chooses to make. You don’t know what she is feeling or thinking, and you do not get to control her. It’s just that the ignorance and the hypocrisy of some people astounds me. It’s exactly true - there are many men who say this but then when the situation arises, they don’t want any part of a child’s life. And who knows what the woman’s situation might be. And then we care about the fetus, but does our country care for it once it’s born?
I went to a party tonight for forty-five minutes. This happened. But the rest was bad.
