Pirates of the Caribou

I talked to my archnemesis on the phone yesterday.
He didn't know it was me, though. He only knew me by "Allison", and I answer the phone as "Allie".
It's my alias. (my Allie-as; Mike says my puns are getting really bad tonight)
I answered his queries as politely as I could; kept my poker face; tried to sound like the cute little front desk receptionist that everyone pictures when they call our office.

I just hate how that guy keeps showing up. 
The good news is that he finally finally finally graduated, and so I may never cross swords with him again.

Because "crossing swords" sounds waaaaaaaay cooler than "accidentally running into", that's what we're going with.
And I've seen three out of four of the pirates movies in the past week.
True story.

And here is another conversation I had at work today:

Student: Hey! Is this where we pay for tuition?
Me: Yeah! Are you paying with cash, check, or money order?
Student: Naw, I just want to pay for tuition.

o.O

What's scary is that these kids go to college.

I received a phone call today saying that I had a package at the front desk at my apartment complex.
I got all excited.
"Panties!" I anticipated.
So I walked my jolly self down there, signed for it, and they handed me an auditing textbook-shaped package.
No panties.
Biggest disappointment of the day.

Also, I was rearranging stuff in the refrigerator, wondering why it was so cramped if only 2/4 people were here. One of my roommates still had some milk in there that had expired November 4th. Now I'm not going to point names and name fingers, but I could.
Twas not purchased November 4th; no- EXPIRED November 4th.
Two months it had sat there, swelling, no one having the gall to transport the ticking time bomb to the dumpsters.
So I threw it out today. It had swelled so bad that the jug was almost round and the handle was hard to grasp. Its always amusing how, when transporting spoiled milk, one must take extreme caution as though it is a poisonous reptile or faulty electrical wiring.
Dangerous milk it is!

Haha- remember that time Jose threw his expired milk out the back at Greek Row, but he didn't throw it far enough, so when it busted, it stunk up the back deck anyway?
No?
Fun times at Eagle's Landing.

I've started reading for fun again.
You want to guess what I'm reading?
JOHNNY TREMAIN!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm only on chapter four, but it's still irritating to witness in third person the woes of a handicapped prepubescent has-been silversmith. Or maybe it's because he's becoming pubescent that makes him so irritating.
180 pages to go...

I had a dream that I inherited $22,000 and then went out for some froyo in Savannah with Beth and Cordova. Then I was going to play guitar at someone's wedding, and Granny was teaching me how to play in the style that the bride wanted.

Mike: I don't understand how your music is so good when the music you listen to is so bad.
Me: Thanks?

Party like you're on the Lusitania,
TWS