Party Hardy

Checked out some parties with Ike, Daniel & Phillip today. We went to a house where there a sort of unregulated boxxing match set up. The must have been about three hundred people surrounding this place. There were people on the roof, people on the patio, people on the fence (which collapsed when the police came to break up the party), and a few guys in the trees. I made the mistake of seeking a drunk guys' assistance to climb into a tree and slid down the trunk about 12 feet. It was either that or just drop straight down and land on a field of bottles, cans, and cigarette butts. I scratched up my wrist and arms pretty bad I suppose it was better than having broken class in my face, or back. The boxing match was brutal. I felt really bad for the woman who got her ass kicked.

Prior to that we stopped at the apartment of some girls from high school. They did some shots and I took some hits off their blue bubbly bong.

At party # 3 I found 10 bucks on the ground. If there's one thing I've noticed about drunk people, it's that they leave a lot of money around. I found a $20 bill the first week I moved in to the dorms. It was in the parking lot where all the drunk people coming over to our dorm congregate.

So yeah, partying is pretty profitable. I don't think I'll ever smoke marijuana again though. It's just not good for you. I'm adding it to my list of no-nos. I know I said that last time, but last time it was different. Last time I smoked a joint, this was a bong.

My Hemorrhaging Wallet

On the elevator I overheard a girl tell someone else that she knew she was in college because her checking account was 70 bucks in the hole. I remember the first, last, and only time my account was overdrafted. It was by a $1.14 which mutated into a very scary $21.14 due to charges applied by the bank. My mother suggested I call the bank and beg them to remove the charge and just "give me a warning". I did, but even after my call and a threat to close my account the desk jockey nonchalantly replied "okay then"

I asked Mom to call instead, and when she spoke with them, they kindly complied. Why don't people ever listen to me?

Anyway that was about two years ago, and I vowed at that time to never let it happen again. I even signed up for overdraft protection (although since, I've never even come close to needing it). I keep meticulous records on all my spending habits.

Last Friday Jake ordered a pizza despite only having $40 bucks. He had a coupon, but he didn't even use it. The guy spends as if money grows on trees, and perhaps for him his family is that tree. Personally I hate having to ask for things. I'd starve if I was a bum because I'd never resort to panhandling. That, or I would just rob people. I guess I'm just too proud! *Bush chuckle*

So I nearly died when a bill arrived for me today. I owe the campus med center 20 bucks for missed appointments (way back when I had that sinus infection) When I went to view my accounts online I noticed that my balance has dropped from about 1000-something to 700-ish in just two weeks.

Under no circumstances is this ever permissible. At this rate I won't have anything left by next semester. I thought I kept things in check but when I mulled it over I could not recall purchasing anything that would do that. So from now on I'm making a conscious effort to curb my spending habits. I'll even cut down on the green tea or Dr. Pepper I usually get before class because most of the transactions I've processed seem to be little stuff under two bucks. I guess it builds up over time. From now on I'll just keep filling up my water bottle with stuff from the cafeteria. Also I guess I won't be renting as many DVDs in the future. I need to spend more time studying anyways.

I don't really have time for a job, but I suppose I could always sell more drugs. I still have a huge stockpile of "Focusin" leftover.

Lets Talk About Sex

pfft

Of Slackers and Cheats

Sometimes even the best laid plans of slackers and cheats get fucked up. My archaeology exam was today. I've been so busy with other work that I completely forgot to study for it. So I did what anyone would do in such a situation. I cheated.

Or tried to. The TA gave us a list of all the terms that would be covered by the exam so I looked all of them up in the glossary, typed it on to a sheet of paper and reduced the font to point 8. My plan was to print these out in the library and cut them out into teeny tiny rectangles that I could slide beneath my test paper. I would be able to use these cheat sheets when ever I wanted because their is a row in the back of the class that is shield by walls on two sides and is too high up for the professor to see clearly or walk past often.

Unfortunately the bus arrived late, and got stuck behind traffic so when I got to the library to print out my cheat sheet class had already started. Once in class I realized that because of his skip a space next to you rule there was only one chair left. It was right in front of the class AND it had a problem. The chair/desk combos that are bolted to the stadium like floors of the auditorium are kept in place by a single metal strut connected to the concrete floor by four metal screws. Three of mine were missing. So my chair tipped wildly back and forth and occasionally swiveled on it's one remaining screw. Needless to say I didn't bother cheating. It was a pain enough just to finish the test and maintain balance.

It turns out the test wasn't very hard. In the thirty minutes I spent making the cheat sheets I learned a lot apparently. So I really didn't need to cheat. Good thing too, this isn't high school anymore so the consequences would have been grave if I had been caught.

Guy Behind Me: "HA HA HA it's like a virtual reality ride or something!"
Me: "Oh Yeah. It's better than the DeLorean at Universal Studios."

Risky Business

Okay, I'm now officially a drug dealer.

Barati, Ami and I met today to study for math retake exams. We met in the lounge area on my floor. Across from us there were two girls studying and they asked me if I knew anyone who had Adderal, Concerta, or Ritalin. I did. Me. So after great internal and external debate I sold them some. I have a lot of those dark orange vials left over because I refilled my prescription several times but stopped taking the stuff because it made me feel like crap. This actually solves a number of problems I can get rid of this crap without feeling bad for throwing away my parents money and I could turn a profit. Kills two birds with one stone!

I wonder what kind of punishment people get for selling prescription drugs.....I should have done this when I was still a minor *gulp*.

Nobody's Perfect

I had lunch with Odessa today. She's going on a date with a guy (whom she hates) in my hometown about 30 miles away.

She says that the reason she said yes was because she has a difficult time telling people no. It's scary to think some girl I may one day date only agreed to go out with me because she didn't want to say no to me....

Their date is going to be really fancy compared to anything I'd ever do. Music majors, go figure. They're going to get dressed up and see an Orchestra. Well, listen to one, but unless you're blind I suppose you can't help but view them as well.

That surprised me, of all the years I've lived there I never even knew we had those sort of performances. It will probably be held in the arts center where my HS was going to have it's post prom party.

I also worked out with Vince at the gym today, or as he refers to it the "gunshow. The strange thing about college is your exposure to people whom you generally would not interact with. In high school was never too clique -ish but at the same time I didn't socialize with people who were totally different then me. Vince is super conservative. When I told him I was mostly a liberal he asked if I got all my news from BET or something? I was shocked by this ignorant comment. I get my news from a variety of news sources. Most of them are online, I read both foxnews.com and CNN.com but mostly news.bbc.co.uk. If you want news that is the most objective you have to read stuff from people that have less of a connection to what's happening where you live. BBC news also just has a better web format and more global stuff. Of course I also watch the Daily Show on a regular basis; but so what? I don't believe in the magic bullet or hypodermic needle theories. The media doesn't program me what to think, every political decision I make is the result of my own beliefs which despite what many believe are often completely separate from my parents, my religion, my friends, and the media sources I enjoy. It might be wrong to say I'm completely free of influence but I'm pretty damn close. I have never ever been one to jump on the bandwagon just because everyone else is. Ever.....I could list examples all the way from preschool to the present. I'm not saying I always play devil's advocate but if an idea doesn't satisfy me after I've scrutinized it I will never just accept it because that's what you're supposed to do.

Despite our political difference Vince and I get along pretty well. He's a pretty cool guy. Perhaps a little bit of a meathead but that's no big deal. No one is without their flaws. I know I have mine. Perhaps being to critical is one of them.

Jake has been surprisingly upbeat today. He hasn't complained about much of anything and he even bought me a case of Jones Soda. No kidding. That's one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me. I take back anything negative I ever said about the guy. Okay, I don't but his flaws, like everyone else' are forgivable.

Except for R Kelly's.
Dude, sorry Ike. I just CAN'T let that one slide!

Now On DVD

Not much happened today. I watched The O.C. on DVD. Not mine of course, the DVD belonged to Vince who lives on my floor. I visited he and Osman, his roommate from Turkey. Neither Osman and I really care for the show but we watched it anyway. It wasn't horrible but definitely not something that I would choose to see on my own again. I just don't understand how mundane stuff like The O.C. has become more popular than quality television like Lost. I guess I'm just really out of touch with my generation or something.

I worked out then came back to the dorm and watched Pete n Pete on DVD with Jake. I think he was bummed out last week because of the hell the frat put him through, and it probably didn't help that hurricane Rita was on the way and he couldn't get through to his family because "all the circuits were busy" (Jake is from Houston). He seems better now thought because the storm has been downgraded and they gave him his key back. I feel better about that too. I didn't enjoy leaving my door open and risking having my most valuable possessions stolen.

So yeah we watched the show about two brothers both named Pete. Talk about Nostalgia. I remember watching that show with my brother a long long time ago, in a town far far away. I think it came on every weekend during that SNICK thing. I liked the New Years Day episode, the one with Papercut, and the one when the Petes thought that guy was an alien. Weird show....

I bought the movie 28 Days Later on DVD a few days ago. I usually don't buy DVDs because they just take up space and I rarely watch a movie more than once when there's perfectly good new stuff out. However it's one of the few horror movies that isn't retarded and I just couldn't ignore the ultra cheap price @ Target. I'm also considering buying that new Family Guy DVD Stewie Griffin: The Untold Story. Only because it won't be shown on TV anytime soon.

"Good morning, and in case I don't see ya good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight!" - The Truman Show

Drunk People Piss Me Off

I used to think they were funny, and I suppose to some small degree they are but more and more I beginning to think they're just a burden. I hate having to babysit drunk people. I think I've mentioned that a few times in my blog. The worst part is, that because their judgment is impaired they believe their okay and yet clearly they're not. Since coming to college I have had about a fourth of a can of beer. Not much; especially compared with the gallons (I'm dead serious) yes gallons consumed by my friends and other that live in the dormitory. When I first toured Smith I didn't know about it's reputation as a party center. I only knew that the rooms were a lot nicer than the other ones on campus and the food options were a step up. Had I known about the serious drinking issues I might have reconsidered. Even drunks aside I'm not sure this place is worth that much more than the other dorms. It's not THAT much better.

Here are strange statements by random drunk people overheard at my hall:

Late one night as I was returning home I met a drunk guy in the elevator
Drunk Guy: Sup
Me: Hi
Drunk Guy: *pushes all the buttons* Oh shit man....I'm so drunk right now.
Me: Really?
Drunk Guy: Yeah. I just fucking want to piss all OVER this elevator. *unzips pants*
Me: ?!!

At 2AM one morning I heard a loud knock at my door. I woke up and looked out but no one was there. Down the hall I could see two guys running up and down either side banging on doors. I closed the door and went back to sleep but a few minutes later I heard some loud voices in the hall and I think it was the same guys.

Guy #1: You're a whore!
Girl Next Door: Shut the hell up!
Guy #2: You're fucking anorexic, and you wear to much goddamn make up!
Girl Next Door: Shut. U-
Guy #1: You're a whore! SUCK MY COCK!

and just a few hours ago....
Girl: Heyyy How are you? Hows it going.
Me: Not bad.
Girl: I loooove bblack men
Me: That's o-okay. That's nice.
Girl: Do you live on this-um what room are you in??
Me: 918
Girl: 1019?
Me: No. 918.
Girl: Okay 1019! You wanna make sometime *grins*
Me: Sure.
Girl: Okay cool! I'm Jessie

I shook her hand and introduced myself, she used that as an opportunity to rub my hand over her breast. I can't say I didn't enjoy it but it was an awkward experience. She did not in fact return (probably went to 1019) which is for the best. She might have had herpes, or at the very least mono. She didn't look that clean me.

I'd also like to add that just a few minutes ago I left to escort some people into the dormitory (after 11:30 guest can only enter if they are escorted by a resident, only two guest are permitted by resident so I agreed to help Christina bring some friends over) as I got on to the elevator I almost slipped because the entire floor and walls of the elevator were wet with alcohol (I hope it was alcohol). Nice

Aside from those fascinating details there are the usual problems too. Every 2 minutes I can hear tires screeching outside, maybe the students are just bad drivers but I think being inebriated probably doesn't help either.

Fed up by all this I e-mailed Meg through facenook and asked her why people at college drink so much. If anyone had an answer, I assumed she would as my high school's queen of beer. In the reply she sent me, she included this list:

1.Pop doesnt get you drunk
2.I think its a little less carbonated (its the carbonation that really gets me)
3.Pop gives me caffeine headaches (beer only has a small chance of giving me a headache and its more long term thinking, i dont do thatz)
4.All the cool kids do it
5.Most cases i can get beer for free, No guy is just going to hand out pop
6.Its pretty classy
7.Its illegal for me to have, I love danger
8.Many a good story starts with someone getting beer, never pop
9.I dont have to take myself seriously when i drink beer
10. beer in the bottle is easier to find than pop in a bottle(everything taste better out of a glass bottle)

Well there you have it folks. That's why every Sunday morning the cleaning crew must shampoo vomit spots out of the carpet on every floor. In short most people can't loosen up without alcohol. If people aren't laid back, they can't have fun. I guess as someone who has never taken himself too seriously it's not much of a surprise that I don't need to drink. Also seeing as how I've never caved too peer pressure it shouldn't be much of a surprise that I never will.

"Dude, I'm so drunk right now....fuckin' kamikazes. Kamikaze shots that is. But I'm not gonna have a hangover because I drank lots of water. That's the secret. That's why it felt so good to piss just now. Now if you don't mind I'm going to make Ramen noodles at 2:00 in da morning. Do you mind if I just step out and take a shower?" - Jake

Breathing Room

Jake moved out this week. Not permanently, just for the week. All incoming fraternity are required to live in the Alpha-Whatever-Whatever house for at least a week. While there, they force him to adhere to all sorts bizarre rules. Not TV, no eating in front of senior members, and worst of all no sleep. They been actually forcing him to stay awake for three consecutive days now.

Jake is a pretty irritable guy. A lot seems to annoy him, so needless to say he isn't taking this well. I came back to the dorm today in between math and arch and found him pounding his fist against the wall and shouting various obscenities. Can't say that I blame him really. The other frat members took his keys so he could not get back into the Smith but the woman at the front desk had a spare she let him use for a charge. He asked me to leave the door open every night so that he can sneak back here to sleep.

Most of the time Jake is an okay guy to live with though he does complain about a lot of things. I enjoyed being able to stay up till 4:00 in the morning, get dressed in the room instead of the bathroom, watch TV with the volume louder and other stuff but it's also nice to have him back.

Dr. Caffeine

I had a terrible headache today. At first I couldn't figure out why. All my homework was done ahead of schedule, so I wasn't stressed. I went to bed at a reasonable time. I even spent fewer hours then normal locked in front of a computer screen. Then it dawned on me. I hadn't had any pop today. This may not seem like a big deal to most people, but I drink between 5-9 cans daily. I guess I was so preoccupied with my work that I forgot to drink. I also hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, so it's possible the headache was the result of low blood sugar. Or a combination of both factors. The thing I've noticed about headaches is that it doesn't matter what you do to treat them, it seems by the time you've noticed you have one it's already too late to help.

I took some Walgreens brand acetaminophen and ate dinner (with a Coke of course) but that did little to help. On the bright side my roommate, Jake, is spending one week at the frat house as part of his initiation. So at least I can keep things dark and quiet.

TV Gone Wrong

For me the fall, September in particular, is almost like an annual month long celebration. If you've read this blog for any substantial length of time you know I love TV.

This season, as always, we'll have some hit and misses. I watched Threshold last Friday because I heard it was "The next X- Files". The show is okay, but don't get your hopes up, it's no x-files. The dialogue is okay but the writing for the plot seems a little weak and the female main character needs serious development before anyone will feel attached to her.

I watched the premiere of Nip/Tuck tonight. Gross. Christian, a man, got raped. Yeah I don't have to tell you that wasn't pretty. Not that rape ever is, but another guy forcibly ass fucking another if a worse mental image, for me at least. Also they had to operate on livestock. Actually it was a morbidly obese woman who hadn't left the couch in three years, but she was so hideous I think live stock is probably a more accurate description. I nearly vomited twice. I think I'm going to buy one of those shirts that says "No fat chicks" just to make sure all the fatties on campus are aware of my strong belief.

Yeah I know, I'm a shallow asshole. Fucking sue me. I'm a great looking guy so I have the right to be, and that's not going to change anytime soon.

Back to TV: The new season I'm most looking forward this fall is that of Lost, of course.

Oh Man This Stuff Is Sick!

One of the things I enjoy most about college is that it makes me feel like I grown up. You see, I have my own place, I schedule stuff, run errands like to the bank and the store. . .the only thing missing is a loving wife to come home to. Or if I end up like my dad (very likely) a big womanless house to come home to.

I'm still working on the loneliness thing but I've got the rest covered.

Went shopping today. I purchased food with my debit card. By food I mean stuff besides gum and beef jerky.

Shopping without your parents allows you to explore new product options. I purchased a different kind of toilet paper (until recently I've been picking the locks and getting it from campus stalls) a different kind of peanut butter (Peter Pan instead of Jiff, this turned out to be a mistake).

Sometimes improvements were made. I now drink bottles of Jones Soda instead of midget cans of coke or 24 packs of diet Pepsi. Often times though I made a mistake, the peanut butter is one example but not a huge one. The worst mistake I made was last week when I bought a bunch of Shasta Cheery Cola.

Don't drink Shasta Cherry Cola!

It taste exactly like Luden's cough drops. Nasty stuff.

Possible internships

I attended the engineering career fair as instructed by me prof. It was nothing like the career day thing I attended in middle school. I was expecting representatives from the various companies to present everyone with some background about what they do, and the workplace in general. But it was more like being dropped into a surprise interview. I would not have attended if the event hadn't been required.

I believe that the university has this fair every year, so I probably would have waited until at least my junior year, so that I would have more classes under my belt and a better resume. I didn't even bring a resume with me to this fair because I really haven't made plans for my summer yet and at the moment I'm not really searching for a position anywhere. I understand that "the early bird get the worm" but this bird hasn't even decided if he's hungry yet. The summer is so far away that from my perspective it's pretty much inconceivable, and irrelevant. The only thing I can see myself doing with any certainty is taking a more advanced math course over the summer. I'd have to schedule everything else around that.

Despite my initial trepidation about attending this event, in the end I was glad I went. It didn't last that long and most of the employees/representatives present were friendly and answered any questions I might of had when I met them.

I was concerned at first that no one from my class would be present (my plan was to follow around classmates and write down everything they talked about) however shortly after I arrived I ran into three people from my class, including Haley who is part of my team. I had expected everyone would attend later in the evening around 5:00 but I guess they wanted to get it out of the way like me.

God Haley is hot "hott". I mean seriously.....she looks absolutely mouth watering in her usual scraps of cloth (tiny top, even tinier athletic shorts) but she also looked very sexy and sophisticated dressed up. I think we were supposed to wear a tie, slacks, and your typical shiny shoes; but I didn't bring any clothes to campus with me other than casual stuff (I usually don't put myself in situations that would force me into something complicated) Despite being under-dressed all of the people I met with seemed really impressed with me for some reason, I guess I'm just a smooth operator. I felt like I made a good impression on all the business-types I spoke with and for some reason they always seemed astounded that I was a freshman. Maybe I look old....I have noticed three wrinkles on my forehead. One woman was offended when she found out I wasn't a grad student, she didn't say that she was outright but she sort of sneered, after I told her my student status, in a way that indicated she thought I was wasting her time.

On the bright side, I got lots of snacks and pens, and did find out about a really cool job opportunity with a well known company assuming I do decide to get a job this summer. The best part is it offers travel options (GOOD ones).

Quentin Tarantino's Ass Is Covered With Lipstick

Well, it must be given how often people kiss it. Seriously though, the guy makes good movies but he has never once made a great one. Pull your face out from the man's anus and go rent something else for the umpteenth time.

Psh

They published a few articles in the college newspaper regarding sexual issues and with a "racy" photo on the cover and suddenly all the girls on campus are having a fucking aneurysm. Shit, I knew the women on campus were extreme prudes but this is ridiculous. The articles were actually very mild, and the so called risque photo just featured a nice semi-nude couple smiling and embracing. It was actually very endearing. Not like the guy was getting fucked in the ass by a elderly woman wearing a strap-on while he sucked another man's balls. No nothing like that at all. I hate women. Socially repressed losers.

Life Changing Experience

It was late Wednesday night by the time Nathan finally resigned himself to starting his writing assignment for English 102. The assignment was due in class on Thursday. Not a very comforting fact given that it would be Thursday in a few minutes. The assignment, which he had been given a few days in advance, required him to compose a narrative based upon some previous experience.
Initially this did not seem like too daunting of a task. However, when the time had come to actually write this narrative Nathan found that he had few experiences that were of interest. Of the experiences that might have been captivating he had too little recollection of for them to be told, and then accepted entirely as factual.
Eventually it dawned upon him that writing was experience in it’s self. Writing was the perfect topic. Since it was happening at that very moment it was impossible for him to forget any detail. Also, as soon as he completed the paper it would instantly qualify as a past experience, fulfilling his educational obligation.
Nathan began his epic compositional adventure as he did all homework assignments: with short lived drive and determination. He pulled out the dormitory issued chair, sat down at his little wooden desk and then began to shuffle papers around. Ten minutes later when Nathan decided his work space was sufficiently organized he laid his head down on the desk, and decided perhaps it was best to just go to bed. Skipping one assignment wouldn’t mean he’d fail the class, and so long as he did not make a habit of avoiding coursework his grade would recover.
Nathan stood up, yanked back the covers of his bed, and almost climbed into it when he began to contemplate how much money his parents had spent on tuition. This thought triggered a chain reaction and he then began to think about the ridiculous amount he had spent on books and other academic materials. It would be ridiculous for all this money to be wasted on someone who would not even put forth his or her best effort. He just couldn’t do that do himself or his parents. Besides, it was already too late to return his books for their full refund price. So Nathan rolled back out of bed, opened up his laptop and a new Microsoft word document and began to type.
After adding his name, the date, the course, and the name of his instructor Nathan decided that in order to do his very best work he needed brain food. He opened the refrigerator and opted for the last remaining slice of pepperoni pizza. While it was in the microwave he decided to go down to the lobby and get something to drink. It would be awful to eat pizza without an accompanying pop, and maybe the caffeine would help keep him awake. Once he started eating Nathan realized he couldn’t type and eat at the same time, it would make his keyboard greasy. Nathan decided to watch TV because he didn’t just want to sit there and eat in quiet.
After finishing his quick meal Nathan began to doubt his original paper idea. During the commercials for another TV show he formulated new ones. The first was a short narrative about someone who allowed milk to expire. People who do not finish milk prior to its expiration date really piss Nathan off. Since the act inspired such powerful emotions, Nathan thought that it had potential. His second idea was to write about constantly having to properly replace the toilet paper in the bathroom. Every time the paper ran out, instead of correctly placing it in the dispenser someone would just set it on top.
It was a tough decision so Nathan decided to step outside for a breath of fresh air. He walked outside, and took a deep breath of cigarette smoke. Tenants had gathered on the door step to smoke. Once again Nathan became aware of his current time constraints. With a clear head and renewed ambition he returned to his room, sat down at his keyboard began typing.
Nathan decided to go with his first writing idea because none of the other ideas were suitable because they were really just pet peeves; his sixth grade English teacher had once assigned him a paper on pet peeves and as a college student he had advanced beyond that. Also, it didn’t portray Nathan’s roommate in a very flattering light, he might be annoying sometimes but overall he was a great guy. Complaining about petty stuff like toilet paper and milk just made him come across as an irritable asshole. He was, but the whole class didn’t need to see this.
Nathan typed and as he did so realized that detailing what had transpired over only a couple of hours filled a lot of space. Ironically, had he not procrastinated as much as he always did, Nathan might not have had enough to write about. He finished one paragraph after another, backtracking only a few times to make quick revisions. Before he knew it he was nearing the bottom of his second page, hell once double spaced he be there. The time gap between his initial writing steps and the right now were diminishing word by word, second by second. In a few moments he would caught up with the present, and finished with his paper for English. All that remained was to close the whole thing with some sort of conclusionary statement. Nathan dragged his finger across the laptops touch pad and clicked ‘file’ at the top of the Word document. He saved the document, waited patiently for it to print, then slipped the document into the appropriate folder and promised himself never to procrastinate ever again. This is a broken promise.

I'm Not Going To Title This.

Today was pretty typical.

The only thing that really made it different from any other Wednesday was that Dad visited. We ate at Old Chicago and talked for a couple of hours, then he went back home. It was great seeing him for the first time and great to eat some non-dorm food.

Also, I rented The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Good movie but it felt a little bit watered down when compared with the book. The special effects looked better on the big screen.

Just A Suggestion

I finally decided to fill out one of those suggestion forms for our dormitory's cafeteria.

Call me crazy but I've always felt there should be a roughly equal amount of all ingredients in a sandwich. All I'm saying is that you don't want like 1 slice of cheese and then 18 slices of turkey. Or one slice of turkey, and then 40 slices of cheese. The first time it happened I was like "Okay, this place hires almost as many students as it does old lunch ladies, perhaps one of them just came from a kegger and didn't quite think this through." but then it happened again. And again.

You see it's all about balance. The same thing applies to grilled cheese sandwiches. They're grilled so if they come off wet and dripping with butter they probably need a bit more time. I'm not saying it should be blackened, but at least browned a bit sheesh.

I wish I had had (had had?) my camera with me at lunch so I could show this sandwich. It was insane. I would expect this sort of thing from Arthur Bryants but since the dorm hasn't quite reached their level of prestiege yet (or meat quality) I say stick to the 2 of each rule.

World. Famous.

Today while I was walking back to the dorm from class a blue shirted stranger greeted me and told me to get on this large bus.

Usually I don't hop into vehicles with people I don't know, but since the request came from a girl I assumed nothing bad would come of it, or if anything did, I would be the one to blame.

Turns out this bus was part of some promotional tour for my favorite past employer. That electronics-retailing-apple-of-my-eye: Imperfect Purchase.

It was probably the coolest bus I've ever been on. It was decked out with MP3 players, a computer, PS2s, flat screen TVs, and even some turn tables in the back which no one could figure out how to work.

When I got on board I was informed by a tom-boyish Californian girl (who lives on the thing!) and my former boss that if I rode the bus back to their hive, er store, I could enter a chance to win a laptop.

Mr. Managerial recognized me immediately, but he couldn't recall where he knew me from.

Bumping into him was kinda like how I'm always running into people I went to high school with. I suppose even if I moved to Australia I'd always run into someone I knew, there's just no ditching your past.

Note: I'll laugh if anyone gets the referencce the title of this post comes from!

Dream On

Today I had my first memorable dream at college. Like most of my dreams, it's really bizarre. I dreamed I went home, to Dads, only Dad didn't live there. My Mom did. That was strange enough seeing as how she hasn't been in that house for like five years now and I wouldn't recommend she return there.

Things got stranger when we went to this really strange amusement park that had a rule stating anyone that entered had to stay for at least two hours. I dreamt that I had left my wallet in the car so I snuck out to get it. At this bizarre place they actually locked the patrons inside for two hours. So I had to steal a keycard from a really tall white guy (literally white, like paper not Caucasian) who had a head about the size of a baseball. After I got out of the place I got into the car and drove home. I watched TV for a while then decided to go back and pick up Mom. As I was headed back to this amusement park/carnival thing I saw Mom and Marissa H. riding back in the opposite direction in a really tiny car.

I decided to still go back to the park because I felt like I hadn't spent enough time there to get my moneys worth (now that sounds more like the real world me). As soon as I got back to the park though, I couldn't get inside because people started shooting at me with rifles. For some reason I decided it would be a good idea to get out of the car and climb up a big tree. The new security guard guys were shooting at me as I huddled behind the trunk of this big pine, fir, birch whatever and a News van arrived.

At this point I woke up because my clock radio was blaring some Backstreet Boys song.

A very strange experience.....I don't remember tuning my radio to that station.

Stock Work

Well I pretty bummed because I just found at that I busted my ass writing a long paper that I didn't have to do.

I'm still getting used to all of the online features that this school has. One of the features allows teachers to post assignments and due dates on the web for students to view at home if they have internet access. I opened the assignments folder for the advanced archaeology class be accident.

I'm considering taking that class next year just so I can have the opportunity to turn it in lol. Who knows, maybe the prof will take it for extra credit. Well nevermind, of course he won't. This is college. He'll probably just say I'm stupid and need to pay better attention. Looks like I have another year of dirt digging class to look forward to.

"Um...I found some fossilized rat shit. *laughs*" - Guy From Video

Research

Good to know my digicam was not damaged by washing, or if it was it had enough time to dry out.

Went to the library today to do research for my first Archaeology paper. It's totally different than the one at high school was. It's a lot bigger, and I think a lot less organized. I spent about an hour wandering around the maze of old book shelves. A lot of that time no one else was around, it was kin of eeiry. The field notes I needed for a primary source were stored on a shelf that used a combination of two different call # organizational styles. A nightmare for any child of the digital age such as my self. Eventually I found a librarian that was able to explain the system to me so that I could find things more easily. Most of the people working there were people about my age who were not always as helpful.

The picture above is not the same library BTW. There are more than one.

A Great Day

Today was a great day, my Journalism class was canceled so I had plenty of down time. Things continued to improve when I put on my pants this morning.....and found my digital camera! I've been looking for that damn thing for over a month! Now I can upload pictures to blogger again once I get another USB cable, and I won't have to buy a new one.

Here's some of the stuff I did during my free time when I wasn't using it to catch up on work:

Just for fun I attended a class that I was not enrolled in today, I answered some good questions. It was fun.

Picked a pear off a tree growing on campus and put it in the cafeteria's fruit bowl.

In Your Face

Have you heard about this thing called Facebook? It's a website that college students can register for that gives you, I guess you could call it a social networking platform. It's basically just a collection of your typical online profiles, but you can see maps that show how you know people and meet mutual friends etc.

I just registered today and I can see why people think it's addicting. Without realizing it I spent about 3 hours on the site.

I hosted my engineering class' group meeting today at my dormitory. I had already done the assignment a week early because I got the due dates confused, so they spent most of the time just revising some of my work.

The Open Road

Yesterday was the first time I had ever driven from one city to another. I did it alone and at night. Wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be, now I understand why travel books always say the US has such a great interstate system. Everything really is nice and organized.

The only things I didn't like were the gigantic semi trucks that would pass by obscuring my vision and just generally getting in the way.

It's so nice to finally have my car again. Now I can explore a little more of the city and won't be stuck on campus. The last time I ventured out to go to Wal-Mart I didn't realize the buses stopped running at 7:00.

I haven't been this excited about driving since I turned 16.

The only thing that really pissed me off is that I paid $80.00 for a parking permit when it seems the cars that use the Y lot never get towed or ticked even though they don't have one!

Bachelor Chow

I'm looking foreward to geting back to .Smith Hall. The regular meals will be nice. Finding food at home can be a challenge sometimes. At Mom's everything in the refrigeraator actually needs to be cooked, so of course there's nothing I can readily eat if Mom isn't home. Lately she and Marty have been on this cooking show high, always in the kitchen making stuff together. It's very strange.....and sweet I suppose. They even grow their own vegetables, and Rocky helps out by fertilizing them.

I actually laughed when I looked in Dads fridge. Nothing but beer, coke, beandip and left over carry-out Chinese (Gee I guess he ate the olod Pizza Already). It would be more funny than sad if he were actually trying to have the quientessintial bachelor refrigerator.

I opened the brown paper sack hoping to find sandwiches from my favorite barbeque place in town but instead a bunch of old chinese food. Yuck.

On the rare occasions that my Dad actually does go shopping he only remembers to get milk and orange juice and forgets everything else. I used to make lists but he would just forget those too.

Now the refirgerator is filled with leftovers, two full gallons of milk (both expired) and two half full gallons of OJ. I was the only one who ever drank milk @ home. Dad only "uses" it for cereal. The only cereal he buys is Cheerios "because it's good for your heart" but then he never eats the Cheerios and, like the milk, it expires. Do you have any idea how long it for cereal to expire? Almost a whole freakin' year!

I guess it's not their fault. Old people don't eat. They have a small sandwich at noon and then they are full for the next two weeks. Damn their slow ass metabolisms. I'm looking foreward to all the snacks in my room and all the great different kinds of food the dormitory serves.

Well

Went over to The Angry Man's house today (aka Chez Dad). What is it with Dads and yelling? Does everything piss them off? I think I can see were Eric from That '70s Show is coming from.

Dad rented Sin City, which I have been dying to see since it was released in theaters. To give you an idea of how long my to do list is the only reason I have just gotten around to viewing it is because someone else rented the movie and because I did my homework as I watched it.

Good movie. Not great, but close to. I didn't expect to see the cute chick from Gilmore Girls in it. That totally caught me by suprise. In fact I don't think I've ever been more suprised watching a movie than I was to see this plaid skirt Harvard attending girl act as a slut in trainign and get her neck chewed on by scary but more hot black chick. Why does the black chick always have to be scary? Also penis! The last earing she was wearing was a penis! I kid you not.

I've seen quite a few of those lately....not real ones. My roomate is kind enough to keep his boxes on when he enters and exits the shower. It's an unspoken but well appreciated rule. Also I respect the man enough to not put out one of his eyes. What I meant was that no matter where one goes on campus you are likely to see a phallus scribbled somewhere. The dry erase boards outside of rooms: penised. The public restroom stalls: penised. Even a window outside one of the dormitories was illuminated with a string of Christmas lights molded into none other than a penis, and testicales too. That earned a discrening glance from my mom. Followed by a long Why do blah blah blah diccussion (rant) on the drive home. It clearly reflects the malle students' desire to use the one school supply he has yet to unwrap for class.

Anyway, Sin City was way better than I thought it would be. makes me want to go read the http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=graphic+novel woah are you telling me that hasn't been defined yet? I'ma get right on that shit!

Dad also rented Coach Carter, but I had alread seen this movie en route to Paris. In case I forgot to mention movies make long airplane trips MUCH better. It makes me want to take international flights more often instead of just quick jumps down to Atlanta or someething in which case your forced to bring a book and actually, ya know, learn. Gross. http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=as+if

Recovering

One of the negative things about living in close quarters with others in the dormitory is how easily it is to transmit viruses and bacteria. Never in my life have I spent so much time in the company of others.

I've been absolutely miserable the last couple of days. Last night was the worst, I didn't sleep because I couldn't breathe, and my pillow was wet because I would sometimes start sweating. I've had some bead headaches today along with the usual stuffy/runny nose but compared with last night I feel great. I think that night served as a pivotal battle between my immune system and whatever invader has made me sick. My temperature and glucose were spiking rapidly but things seemed to have leveled out again.

Although I still fee like shit. I was supposed to see a doctor today at the campus medical center but I was so exhausted when I got home from Intro to Archaeology I lied down and took an unintentional four hour nap. I was 15 minutes late to the appointment and by the time I arrived the doctor had gone home. I'm still waiting for my car so I had to walk all the way from Smith dormitory to the Med Center. I was so exhausted from traversing the vast parking lot that once I signed in at the Center I had to sit down and rest for a few minutes before I could turn around and head back home, having accomplished absolutely nothing. Although the recreation center parking lot--which lies between my dorm and the med center-- is large I generally don't get tired crossing it; but this illness has sapped all my energy.I suppose it doesn't really matter. Unless you're suffering from a serious illness doctors are never really much help. All they do is make you fill out a bunch of forms, diagnose your illness then send you home to get rest and drink water. Hell, I could have done that myself! As I'm sure you've heard before "there's no cure for the common cold" my response is: Why the fuck not? We can prevent Polio, land men on the Moon and send data to millions over the internet but we can't treat colds? That's bullshit. It's ridiculous how much money doctors make. Unless they are surgeons they really don't deserved it. I'd almost be better off seeing a goddamned witch doctor, at least then I would have someone generally interested in my health instead of some old quack who is just hanging around to soak up prestige from pre-med students and hefty paychecks from insurance companies.

A girl in the elevator suggested that I might have "mono" but I researched Infectious Mononucleosis on WebMD and it turns out it is most usually spread through kissing. So I seriously doubt that's what I have given the fact that it has been nearly impossible for me to hook up with any chicks on campus. All those college movies are a lie. My second thought was that I might have Meningitis, and if I did it would REALLY piss me off seeing as how I supposedly got vaccinated for that a month ago. Perhaps it's just allergies, I don't know. I'll have to reschedule my doctor's appointment to find out for sure. I hope it is, because there are medications for allergies. There are none for colds. So far cough drops haven't worked. Smoothies with "immune Boosters" do nothing. Orange juice? Other than leaving a really bad taste in my mouth after I brush my teeth, nothing! The only thing that has worked is taking really hot showers and that only makes me feel better for a few minutes. I've had three today, now my skins beginning to really dry out and hurt...fuck this. All that I can do now is try the chicken soup thing and hope this shit blows over. To make matters worse I have tons of homework I need to work on over the weekend. Yeah, I'm freakin' miserable.

A couple days ago when I had had returned home to Topeka, I purchased a number of Lysol cleaning products from Wal-Mart so now my dorm room is sterile even if I, however am not.
I really feel for those people in New Orleans, if I'm suffering this much in a clean environment they must be absolutely miserable in the horrible conditions at the Superdome.Good news though, I have returned home for Labor Day weekend, and with my backpack, textbooks and huge load of laundry I also brought the disc containing the blog updates from my first few days on campus....turns out my theory was correct. The data on the disc is still corrupted but I was at least able to open the file when I used the same computer which I originally typed up the word doc on. I just have to revise some parts that for some reason now display odd characters.