Aberrant Assemblage

but now it just doesn’t seem worth explaining anymore.

The worst part though is I almost explained it to a pair of German natives.

but unfortunately I haven’t completely gotten around to it. I blame the holiday today. There are just SO MANY cookouts that I have to attend! I won’t have time to internet at all! Except not really. I’m staying up after work to do laundry and then attend some kind of old man party today.

I’m sorry, my only excuse is tired. Happy Memory Day, everyone. zzzzzzzz

I haven’t been doing very well with this whole ‘blog’ thing, so I’m gonna try to write a bunch of random questions to ask my favorite tumblrs and tumblettes tonight. This way I can try to distract myself from all the fun people are havin’ out on the town tonight, while I’m stuck sittin’ at work all night.

You can try ask me somethin’ too! I’ll try to be a good kid and answer it in a timely fashion.

At work last night I noticed what looked like a case of beer sitting by one of the exit doors to the hotel. I walked over to it and sure enough, it was a 24-case of Coronas that had all been emptied. I picked the box up and noticed it felt kind of wet, but I figured it was because it had been sitting in the grass all night. As I was carrying it to the dumpster, the bottom of the box gave out and the empty Coronas smashed at my feet. My shoes were splashed with old beer and wet cigarettes. It wasn’t until that moment that I noticed the main reason for the box being weakened: someone had also thrown up into the box as well.
I almost shrieked like a girl when I saw a stranger’s vomit all over my hands and BRAND NEW pants. I wore my new birthday pants (sorry girlfriend) for the first time tonight and of course, I get vomit all over them.
After cleaning up everything in the parking lot, I rushed to the bathroom to wash my pants the best I could, since there was still two hours left in my shift. I spent the rest of the night ducking behind things when people were near so they wouldn’t notice the big wet splotches on pants. Vom pants were embarrassing enough, I didn’t need to look like I had a major bathroom accident as well.

ugh.

One of the ‘personal attributes’ to add was ‘Feminist.’ Totally checked that box. Not sure they’ll let me have a feminism scholarship since I’m a man though. I’m the “enemy.” But really though, I don’t think I want to be friends with anyone who isn’t a feminist.

Another attribute was having the last name “Van Valkenburg.”
Scholarships are weird.