After a series of warnings and glares, things have gotten a little heated lately between the nuns and the girls from Auburn University. No matter what they do, the Auburn girls can't live up to the standards set by the sisters. Granted, they're coming in drunk at 3am, slamming doors and sneaking boys in, but like they say, "WE'RE not nuns".
Just the other night Lisa from AU was complaining about how Mother Superior gave her a dirty look when she came in at 11:30 pm. The fact that she was barefoot, carrying a plastic cup of beer, and reeking of alcohol on our doorway, and that nuns maybe don't approve of those things (well, maybe the barefoot part if you're a Sound of Music-type nun in the mountains), didn't seem to factor into the situation. She was like, "it's not like we're coming in drunk all the time and making noise". Except that they are. Even Don yelled at them on Thursday for waking him up at 2am. And he's all christian.
The worse part is that we all get lectured at dinner time about proper behavior in the dorm. Everyone's thought about narc-ing them out, but they really are kinda nice when they're not drunk.
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Showing posts with label Sainte Famille. Show all posts
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
The House Chat
The picture does not do him justice, but the thing is freaking huge. As in fat. When he stands, his paws barely touch the floor. The nuns keep him in the TV room in the basement (the hypothesis is that they do that because "maybe he's evil"), and he only climbs the stairs to eat.
It's the kind of cat who sneaks into your room at night and smothers you to death by sitting on your face while you're asleep. No worries though. This cat is way too morbidly obese to make it up four flights of stairs.
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