It's All About the Benjamins

Jump to Comments Hola. So, the fifth, as if you didn’t all already know, was my birthday, and let me just say, birthday number 19 was the Spanishiest one ever.

Howso? Well, wait just a minute, and I’ll get to that eventually. Anyhow, I woke up that morning at 7 to finalize my presentation I had to give in my 1045 on the Chinese manned space program. I decided to wear my new camelhair 3/4 length coat from Banana Republic and the new sweater and blue and white striped shirt my mom got me from J. Crew. Khaki pants, obviously, and MY ADIDAS. Yeah, so, anyway, and one of these premade sandwiches from Wal Mart, a can of fruit medley, a juice box of Juicy Juice apple juice (mmm apple juicy), and a punk like you some dayquil for breakfast.

Went to chapel. Funny speaker. Then French class, had a test in there, whipped that fool into shape I’m sure.

And then, zee presentation. I think I whipped that fool into shape, too. I’ll post it later, or something.

After that was Spanish class, where we went over some random fun nitpicky stuff, I’m sure. But this wasn’t why my birthday was Spanish. Oh no.

Bible was great– Chris and Allen gave a presentation on 2 Peter and Jude of which apparently half they wrote in the wee hours of the morning and was subsequently hillarious (in a good way). International Relations was spiff as usual, had a quiz in there which I’m sure I whipped into shape, being a fool and all.

Oh but then came the Spanish. I had procrastinated and not taken three proficiency quizzes until the last day possible,a nd was in the Foreing Language Department Office until about four thirty. Man, was that ever Spanishy. One of the other dizzles in there with me also was born that day, although a few years ealier, so we were both pretty stoked about that, or something.

So, I go to the mailroom, because obviously I’m going to have some mail– it’s my birthday, dangit! So, I get two things in my box– a funny card from Aaron, and a package slip.

Retrieving the package, I find it’s from the Gap. Ah, I think, it’s one of those nice striped shirts I asked for. I open the package and yank out the invoice– Yup, French Blue Striped XXL Poplin Straight Collar Shirt, woo-hoo.

Oh ho ho, wait a minute there buster, that’s just the invoice. Time to grab the shirt out of the bag. So, I reach down in there, feel the plasic wrap it’s covered in, and pull it out.

Wait a minute indeed. What I take out of the bag is no French Blue Striped XXL Poplin Straight Collar Shirt.

It’s flannel pyjammas. Snowflackes and Snowmen. Pink. Girls Size 10.

BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Somebody sure screwed up in the Gap shipping department! This is the best present ever!

Or something.

Anyhow, I bask in the reflected glory of the pyjammas beofr egoing to the student center, where I know Ivan is, and hanging out with him and the Latinos for a few hours to conclude my birthday, since Dan and Aaaron were out of town, Steven and Timmy were at a Chi Sig function, and Dusty and Megan’s whereabouts were unknown at the time to me. It was fun, though. He and I came back to the room at about 12:15 and ordered some pizza (timestamp on the box: 12:27 AM fuahahaha) before trying to watch The Royal Tennenbaums and falling asleep in the process.

Oh yeah, czech out and enjoy some pics of the pyjammas and my flashy outfit here: http://www.iaatb.net/pics/1205