Monday, September 27, 2010

A Tale of Two Biddies

Sorry to leave you hanging guys and dolls, my weeks have been quite consumed lately, between prepping for Halloween (I know, I'm super late!), showcase rehearsal, Glee, the occasional Bio Club, and Biddie watching, I've been all over the place! But don't think I haven't been missin' ya. So, to the point. First off, let me begin (as Dr. Maxwell taught us) by the defining of terms, namely:

Biddie (bid-eeee) noun: a biddie, while difficult to define accurately while avoiding confusion, is a college age female who falls under some, most, or all of these descriptions.
-often short/petite
-gullible, easily tricked
-wears spandex pants, a miniskirt barely covering the vag, or anything from American Apparel
-footwear consists of Uggs, boots with fur on them, heels, or some combination of the three
-enjoys Biddie Songs (Low by Flo Rida ft. T-pain, Shake That by Eminem ft. Nate Dogg, etc)
-at least 80% of their facebook pictures would render them unemployable if leaked
-does not remember the last weekend that did not involve a hangover
-dreams of being a woman from Desperate Housewives
-Smirnoff Ice = ideal pregame
-"so what's your major?" is absolutely a legit pickup line
-wakes up in weird places
-the purpose of the bathroom/kitchen sink is obviously as a courtesy for you when you get sick

So now that you've got that, I may begin.

The freshman who live in my hall are biddies. That's what I concluded within the first week of seeing their weekend outfits and hearing them tell each other about their weekend escapades and listen to them complain about how they're so done with wearing anything but sweatpants to college. Biddies, the lot of them. Dirty ones too. If our cleaning ladies from last year were here lets just say they would have stopped cleaning our bathroom weeks ago (they're not our maids ya know!) Anyway, I basically just relentlessly make fun of said biddies. However, I have to work in close proximity with them for something and had to hold a meeting with them yesterday. So, since Karma and I have an agreement (I try and be a nice person, she sometimes tries a little less hard when ruining my life) I decided to go into this meeting with an open mind, judgement-free, since all my judging had been done from afar. Fine. I go down to this meeting and ask for suggestions for our community parade float (this years theme is 'Wild Wild West' - laaaaaame! but that's another story). First suggestion? 'Wild Wild West Coast.' Like, Katy Perry style.

Really?

Let it be known that sometimes first impressions are much more accurate than one would think. But okay, only one comment, it could be a coincidence right? Don't be too hasty Krysti, you say. Well that, my blog-reading friends (if there are any of you left after my hiatus) is where you are wrong. Naught but a few seconds later: "Are there any booooys doing this float?"

Goddamn it kids.

Basically, my faith in the incoming freshman- who I made an attempt to give a second, actual chance to. Even karma can't argue, I did my research this time.

God, I'm so tired and have nothing to say, I just really wanted to use that blog title. Sorry guys, I'll give you some things to think about in the meantime.......

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Don't worry, they're non-alcoholic. It's not Tuesday just yet...