More Tombs and some pajamas along the way!!

The snow is rapidly melting but there is still enough snow to throw at me so I am still not safe. So yesterday I misplaced my wallet and was nearly going to die because it has everything I need to survive, except my keys, gocard and cell phone. Still it was bad enough to go to a girl's night and lay down on the couch of my friend's apartment and complain about it incessantly for 10 minutes (then the fun gossip started!). She gave me a bottle of Andre and I calmed down (it only had enough for one cup but I drank it directly out of the bottle like all civilized people). My second most important reason that I was depressed (beside losing my passport, credit card, and driver's license) was because I had not gone to Tombs for 99 days and I thought I was going to fail because I had no ID (I was seriously comtemplating flirting my way past the bouncer and making some guy buy me a drink). However, I went there and they had my wallet so my plan to fail with every male at the Tombs was twarted before it began (I have a low success rate at getting free drinks from guys). Anyway my Tombs expedition continues. Keep tuned to more Tombs experiences!

The rest of this week was not as exciting because I suddenly realized that I had no job. I suddenly fell into despair because I am on the road to unemployment. I had always wanted to be a lawyer(until I realized that three years of case studies would be so boring!). It reminded when I quit cross-country in high school because I realized that I did not like running. I had always known all along that I did not like either but I always denied it to myself because I wanted to get into a good college (better to be an atlete in two sports than just basketball) or get a great job (I never really planned to work as a lawyer... even more years of case studies). I have come to the realization that I will also not work in the private sector. This is one to keep tuned to because unemplyment is no fun (but better than drugs or law school).

However, before my depressing part of the week happened my dad came to visit. He came on Monday night and wanted to see me. I wanted to go to Trivia night (I need Tombs 99 Days). So I went after Mass I went with a friend directly to Tombs Trivia Night where we missed the first round but finally got our own team name after extensive deliberation: "Number of Winter Olympics medals Puerto Rico has won in Vancouver" (just in case Puerto Rico has sent representatives to 6 Winter Olympics... Where do they snow in Puerto Rico?!?!?). We played the second round on our own and got a dissapointing 10 Winter Olympics medals in Vancouver (if I had it my way we would get curling gold... such an underrated sport!). Anyway maybe I will be the first Winter Olympics gold medalist after all the snow we got (I could try for Cross-country or biathlon... if sledding becomes a sport and it requires you to lose your cell phone then I so got it under my belt). My dad got there with his business partner and sat with us before the third round. Suddenly they mentioned that we won a pitcher of beer but my dad did not understand (only those versed in Tombs know about the intricasies of it) to get up so I nearly jumped over him in the booth. We got the pitcher of beer (which he drank entirely with his partner plus a mug they each got before and then after said pitcher... not even my friend "the former grand squire" can do that). Then we bombed the music round (we only answered one and got it wrong by one word). Puerto Rico's medal count at the Winter Olympics stayed at 10 medals because we were not in the top 3 at the end (do not worry I will triumph one day.... including in the Winter Olympics).

I also wore pajamas to my first class ever during my college career (actually they are two back to back classes with the same professor, Father Schall). I was staying in a friend's house and I was not going to dirty more clothes (which I would have to wash) but mostly it was a new crazy experience (yay craziness!). So I just put my normal clothes in a bag and stole my friend's shoes. Then I put on my nice Burberry coat (my friend loves this coat but one of them specifically wants to steal it) over my pink stripped pajama pants (I am so out of it but they were semi-sheer) and t-shirt and walked to class. I got there 20 minutes early so there was no excuse for being in my pajamas because I was so early. Father Schall sizes me up and asks:"What were you doing yesterday?" ... if only he knew!

The Texting Game: My Second Vocation?!?!?!?

So as my promise to myself that I would indeed write I am now writing despite being a Sunday (which I am exempted from doing whatever I promised to do... I have been eating sweets like there is no end). However, like we still have snow and lots of it despite it melting (I also still have killer icicles outside my porch but despite the fact that they are much shorter they still scare me) people can still pelt snow in my face. Anyway I have an interesting story already... not that I can twist anything in my life to make it so unique that it can only happen to me. Yesterday I was at ImprovFest (improvisation is when you make stuff up as you go along... like what happens in life because everything goes unexpectedly). For example this is improvisation because I have no idea how it would end (it could finish talking about my Whole Foods bag or my eating two Qdoba burritos within an hour with my best friend in UPenn). Sorry for the segway but I was at Improv yesterday when they asked for two volunteers with IPhones to do read texts of theirs from last night but only one volunteered (clearly IPhone people are not cool because only one volunteered). Then they asked for volunteers with Blackberry and clearly Blackberry people proved their mettle by having two of us step up to the plate (actually its a stage not a baseball diamond) and offer to be embarrased (they promised not to but they want to make it funny so of course it would be a bit embarassing (I have lost all my embarrasment for my ackwardness anyway so it does not matter). So I stepped up with my pink blackberry (I love it) and was asked to sit down among two others and let the games begins.
So the first text was from a female who I will call my Qdoba buddy (there we go with Qdoba again). Before that they had commented of how many Spanish texts I have and this leads to a disclaimer that I text only with one Hispanic friend (we text a mix of Spanglish) here at Georgetown because most of my PR friends are not here so I have nothing to text them. Anyway, they start reading this routine text about the Improv ticket when my Qdoba friend asked me how many Improv tickets do you have. I tell her she should text B2 (however, it took the guy ten seconds to understand that was the message of the text and I did in fact write B2... who is an actual person). After stating that he continues reading the text which was kind of boring because it was routine. Despite being myself most of my text go: "Are you going to Mass?", "Who is going to Adoration?" (text that all sexually driven college students have).
The second text was from another female who was Hispanic which stated in Spanglish: "Ok, crees que hay mas tickets? Una amiga quiere venir." The guy translated it to: "Do you have more tickets? Do you have more tickets than apricots." (this is so wrong because I do not even know how to say apricots in Spanish). Anyway he kept going with the apricots and Spanish thing and trying to make it funny.
The third text was from another female (a lot of my friends are female) from the previous character called B2. It simply said: "I got a pirate's sword." It got a lot of laughs because it was so random on its own but in reality we were going to a pirates party and I needed a costume (eye patch would have made it doubly better). I not only had a pirate's sword but so much black eyeliner that I looked like I got punched in both eyes (it was scary but possibly not as scary as my Scary Spice costume for a British party) or just plained depressed. All I can say it was interesting waiting for B2 for 15 minutes at the Tombs bar with all that make-up and two drinks: a Galibu (Malibu with lemonade) and Rolling Rock (yes a beer... it was for my friend caused I hate beer but I liked one from Chicago... the first one I liked in years). Anyway they probably missed the best text thread which would have been said like this:
Gabi says: "You here?" Her female friend answers: "In 5 minutes, where are you? Order me something cheap." I answer back "I'm a piece of silver" and she answers back "Did you bring a sword?"
In reality a Blackberry (I still worship my blackberry) can really fudge the conversation because it should have gone like this:
Gabi: "You here?"
Female friend: "In 5 minutes, where are you? Order me something cheap." then in another text: "I'm a piece of silver"
Gabi: "did you bring a sword?"
I know it does not make it any clearer but I would have been construed that I was silver when in reality I wanted the sword. In reality, my friend, B2, was silver... means she dressed up all in silver (I had to read the text 5 times before I understood she was actually dressed as silver for the pirate's party). Just in case someone came in a shark costume... kudos to him.
After I got back to my seat I get 10 minutes late (we do not really have good signal there) the following texts from B2 who was trying to embarrass me on stage: "Last night was so hot, sorry I made you sleep on the couch" (kind of true I did sleep on her couch but not because of those sick reasons) and "Btw, your a good pirate. Captain morgan is not our friend" (I was a good pirate because I won a jousting match with plastic pirates swords and get to embarass one of my friends for the next week by calling him "My captain") Of course as a good texter I jokingly responded: "I only feel bonding experiences when I have slept on the same twin sized bed with a women. If we could only sleep once again in the same room. We would stay up all night" (I can respond really well). Anyway before I get angry texts saying where I am I bid you Adieu and promise to keep the interesting posts (and text messages) coming your way.

Take #2

I have not written in my blog for a while but this time I will make it a habit (maybe I should retake it it as part of Lent?). Anyway if I do not write in it frequently you have permission to throw a snow ball at me (after all Georgetown has enough snow to give the Sahara water for planting bananas for 3 years). I cannot really come up with a life summary of my last three months (a lot has actually happened or not happened so I will write as it comes up and hopefully something will come up. First point to note is that I am doing 99 days at the Tombs which consists of consuming some beverage or food item at this restaurant/bar next to Georgetown for 99 days. What is interesting is that over a 100 people are doing it which means that this could make us the best class ever (as if I did not already know that?). Anyway some of my friends are doing it so it is super fun (just as long as we do not start countdowns.... VETO).
So a really interesting Tombs experience happened last night on Ash Wednesday. I was waiting by myself at the bar right after Mass (so I had my ash already) when two guys sitting next to me started talking to me about my ashes and Masses (they were clearly drunk and flirting with me). Anyway I played along until my friend came because I just got tired of the two guys just wanting to flirt with me (I was clearly not interested in them). The third guy, the bartender, was definitely better at it when he tried partly because he was not drunk and vulgar. Anyway my friend left and I was stuck with my Tombs pizza and they were once again trying to flirt with me (one of them even asked me that if I did not finish my Tombs pizza whether he can take it.... he clearly does not know how much I eat even though I insisted I could finish it). Anyway I was so desperate to leave that I left my friend stranded who was going to come in about 15 minutes. However, I am now able to say I stood up a Jesuit (he is not a Jesuit yet but no one needs to know that). Therefore, I have come to the conclusion that I do not trust the Tombs bar because the only day that I wear a visible sign of my Catholic faith I get hit on various times (yes, I cannot wait to go alone to the Tombs bar again!).
The other main event of my life was the four snow days we got last week. Despite having Spring Break 1.0 I am still not caught up on my work (this is partly the result of not doing any work) I would work a bit during the late morning and early afternoon but late afternoon I would not work because I would be desperately checking my emails for another snow day. Then once we got the snow day I would actually not work and go out (again and again). Anyway this slowly led to Cabin Fever (I love my house but I like leaving it whenever I wish... supposedly this leads to me not being there ever... lies). I had to eave my house Wednesday because I would die of boredom and I also needed to explore the campus. It also leads to other side effects such as sending angry emails to the Provost and watching the accumulation of 6-foot tall killer icicle in my back porch of my room. Anyway then my catch-up weekend got taken so I am back to square one with no work done and other stuff to do (such as fixing my computer).
However, this brings me to the quintessential Gabi moment which happened today during class. I gulped down too much water (I am a water drinker extraordinaire). This led to chocking everything on my sweatshirts and sweatpants and everyone staring at me (wrong sort of attention). I realized that I have so many Gabi moments (such as getting the quote of the days almost every day) but this one is golden because only I can drink so much water all the time and still choke on it. It also made me realize what is more scary that death by needles: death by water bottles.
Now I need to leave but I forgot how good this feels. Anyway I will write more or I sense icy snow balls pelting me in the right ear soon (ouch!).