bunch of savages in this town

You can add egging to the long list of crap that's happened to my beloved baby Mini, Lucy, since we moved to Syracuse (and I swear, I oughta make that a "hall of fame" post, as often as I find myself referring to it. Maybe on the next template update).

Egging, seriously. Some dumbasses pelted her with eggs. I say dumbasses, because, aside from the obvious stupidity of wanton vandalism, they egged my car. What is this, 1959? I mean, I'm not complaining or anything, since egg is a lot easier to clean off than spray paint. But you get zero street cred for egging. Also, they're total dumbasses because right now, in the middle of snow season, she is so covered in salt and grime that I didn't even notice she'd been egged until I looked at the mirror surface of the driver's side door mirror. Egging someone's car when it's already filthy is just pointless. To cause maximum irritation, you have to do it right after the car has just been washed. And you have to hit the car with more than just two eggs.

But anyway, like I said - bunch of savages in this town.

A few quick updates: Finland Finland Finland did lose that hockey gold medal to Sweden, if you haven't heard already (alas!). I got a 41 on my organic chem test (which sounds bad until you realize the class average was a 43). And I have a poopload of other exciting, positive things to post about, but I can't do it right now, because I have to put down the knitting and shut the laptop and go to bed, dammit, because I have to go to class in the morning. Bleh.