With "Signature Week" now behind us, we can all walk around Grounds safe from legions of politicos with clipboards and petitions. We can finally go back to being assaulted by a capella groups and anyone who will ever do a 5K.
Most of the StudCo presidential candidates have recently debuted their new Web sites and facebook groups and have made efforts to reach out to the various communities here at the University. However, apparently Curran Jhanjee has made personal appearances the main force of his campaign. He's been spotted making campaign speeches at local bars and frats, capturing the crucial "Drunken Dave Matthews Lovers" vote. And when I say "making campaign speeches," I of course mean "saying, 'Yeah, I'm running for StudCo President... can I buy you a drink?'"
Is it offensive to say, "See you later" when someone says "See you soon"? I mean, it implies that I would rather see them later than sooner. I feel like it is offensive, but I end up doing that all the time. It's probably the reason why I no longer have any friends.
There is no other feeling in the world quite like the panic you feel the moment you realize the hot water in the shower has begun to run out. By the time your skin can tell the difference between warm and slightly-less-warm, it's already too late. You've got two minutes max before your nice relaxing shower turns into a brutal ice storm. At that moment, time slows down and you develop what is commonly referred to as the "Spiderman Inner Monologue."
"Wait, did it get colder? I think it got colder. Did someone take a shower before me? Has the water always run out this fast? How much time do I have left? How much cleaning do I have to do before the water runs out? Everything? Have I just been standing here for the last 25 minutes? My God, there's no way I can do it all in two minutes. I'm in for a rude awakening."
Or maybe that's just me.
This week, students all over the University celebrated (either earnestly with a significant other or sarcastically with a group of other single friends) the holiday of Valentine's Day. Or as its known at U.Va.: CIO Fundraiser Week.
I think it's weird that some people tell me that wearing hats indoors is offensive. They say that wearing a cap inside sends the message that I don't respect the host of wherever I am. This really sucks, because the only message I thought it sent was, "Yes, I acknowledge my hair is longer than I'd like, but no, I'm too lazy to actually get it cut, so I'll just hide it from you while simultaneously supporting my hometown baseball team."
I bet I'm not the only one who still mentally pronounces "Wednesday" as "Wed-nez-day."
Last week it was reported that legendary playwright Arthur Miller died at the age of 89. I feel Arthur Miller aptly verbalized the somber mood in a quote from a play of his: "Parting is such sweet sorrow."
[Pause as English majors drop their jaws.]
I... don't know literature.
Yesterday I put one of my shoes on the wrong foot and didn't notice it till I was walking to class. I'm quite positive I peaked mentally at age 8.
Last week, the Virginia House of Delegates announced a bill designed to impose fines to curb the public use of "scandalous" clothing such as low-cut jeans. "TYRANNY!" I say. I should be able to wear my pants however I want.
While at Long John Silver's last Friday (along with half of the Catholic population of U.Va.) I noticed that the franchise's beloved mascot has the same initials as Larry J. Sabato. Approximately two seconds later, I realized that I think about Larry Sabato way too much.
I bet it's just a matter of time before Webster's Dictionary officially changes some standard words to slang words due to the massive spreading of spelling and pronunciation apathy. I predict that in the future "nuclear" will be spelled "nucular", "February" will be spelled "Febuary" and "outcast" will be spelled "Outkast."