The Classy South

Elise from the Attic is a weekly blog post from my sister Elise who is currently kicking up her heels and studying her ass off in Kentucky. She is a fashionista and a lunatic, but we love her. Mostly. OK, sometimes. Here is this week's edition of:

I think I should start by thanking my lovely sister for finding such becoming pictures of me to include in the previous post. Needless to say, FJ will be allowed (if not encouraged) as many CapriSun lemonades as he can possibly down before bedtime next time Aunt Lisey babysits.

The before mentioned sister of mine has asked me to share my riveting life experiences with you weekly. Why, you ask? I wish I could say I live a quiet life as a sensible, level headed girl. But the truth is, my life is filled with these situations which tend to be rather funny anecdotes that I would love share at parties and other social functions if only I was not the subject of them. For example: I am currently using the library's computer because I reset the password to log in to my own and for the life of me have not been able to recall it. More examples include, but are not limited to, calling the cops on the paperboy at 4 am after watching him for an hour and coming to the conclusion that he was going door to door doing God knows what to my neighbors and soberly following a crowd of strangers up a set of pull down stairs into an attic at a party to hide from the cops. I dyed my hair dark two years ago to escape the ditzy blonde tag and am convinced that these mishaps are my previous hair color's way of retaliating.

But now, the collegy goodness I have for you this week.

Last night, I was dozing off after a few good episodes of Law and Order, until my ever so polite neighbors began arguing....about whether or not one peed on the others clothes...I fell asleep to the accused one screaming, "No, I did not piss on your clothes last night!!!...Or at least I don't remember it."  Classy southern belles, let me tell ya.

Oh, and an added bonus! As I write this in the library, a man sitting to my left who...how do i put this...doesn't quite look like the students (he's old) who usually inhabit the library said "you type dat fass??? daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn."

I love Kentucky.

Until next week,

Elise, From the Attic