I Hate Carleton.

Last night, Jamie and I ventured out to Minneapolis to visit Drew and Meredith. It was a lovely evening consisting of dinner and a movie: thai food and Big Fish. The movie was great -- fun and "heartwarming" (I use the quotes because its such a cliche way to describe a movie). My only complaint was that we were a little late for it, and had to sit in the third row. Albert Finney is not meant to be seen that close up. Well, at least not anymore.

My other complaint for the night surrounds the food. Fear not Drew and Meredith, the food was scrumptaculous, it was more what happened to my leftovers. They made the journey back to Carleton with me and were placed lovingly in the house fridge. Today, after studying in the library with Jamie and various other errands, I was looking forward to heating up some Pad Thai lovin' and curling up on the couch. Unfortunately, some unnamed, mean, big doody-head of a Carleton student ate it before I got there.

BIG PARTY FOUL. To make matters worse they had not eaten it all, but rather left the container opened and uneaten in the trash can -- as if to mock me in my lack of thai-foodness.

Everyone in this house except for Jamie is now on my shitlist. Unfortunately, Jamie is the one who is going to bear the brunt of my poutyness and all-around bitching and moaning. Ain't life grand?

Pad Thai thief...whoever you are...I hope that the MSG gave you indigestion.

Overall scores:
Big Fish: A-
Albert Finney's Third Chin: B+
Thai Food Thief: F-
Carleton: (aka: sanctuary for stealers of thai food) D+