Can't stop

Brace yourselves.

Sophomore year. My days began by incoherently crawling out of the bed to the refridgerator parked down the hall, where I would retrieve a twelve ounce can of the liquid of the Gods, also known as Mountain Dew, down the whole thing somewhere in the area of about 30 seconds, and then I started my day.

It didn't take very long before the rather high amount of caffeine present in the substance began to largely lose its effect, and I needed something a bit harder.* Monster and Full Throttle became biweekly purchases, and more or less requirements to get through a day.

*Holy shit, Mountain Dew is a gateway drink!

Over the next two academic years, I managed to somehow cut back on the caffeine intake, and at this point I vaguely resemble a normal person.

So today I had a Full Throttle for the first time in months, and dayum, I actually got a lot done today.

After countless hours, 51 pieces of paper, 11 staples, and 1 manila envelope, my English 101 portfolio is complete.

Its due Tomorrow (err, later today) by 2pm. But as usual, Imma recap the past few days before I get to the future.

This was definitely an.... Interesting weekend.

The excitement started as a product of nothing to do. Hanging out on the 13th floor, after sitting around talking and accomplishing absolutely nothing, Mallory proposes the idea of making some weird original dish called Smores Drops.* Due to the fact that we largely rely on the dining centers for fud+drank, none of us really have any of the necessary ingredients.

*The stuff is kind of hella good. Pure sugar mixed with fake sugar, I kind of get the feeling that it takes like 10 years off my life every time I take a bite. Its worth it for the most part though.

So I volunteer to drive us to Wally world to acquire the proper pieces of the stuff, and aside from calling my mother to inquire as to whether or not corn oil and corn syrup are the same thing and her concluding that I was either intoxicated or slightly retarded, it was all pretty normal.

Then we walk back to my car, assuming a normal ride back to campus.

Arriving at the spot that I parked my car, we suddenly noticed something was strangely absent from the picture: my car.

Lucky for me, the ability to freak the fuck out isn't really one I've developed over my 18 years of living. I was about to call my Dad, then the police, then check the security cameras at Wal Mart, when I remembered that I had trusted good ol' Benjamyn with my spare key, just in case I pull a Chelsea and lock my keys in my car while its still running.

So I call Ben.

He was pretty much laughing when he answered, and after a few rather unkind words directed toward him (and Cory...) he informed me that my car was parked about in a slightly different part of the lot.

Then he invited me to play poker with them, and I accepted.

Aside from watching the Ring, that was pretty much my Friday night this weekend.

Saturday came all too soon with my room mate arising at a relatively sane time, simultaneously waking me.

The day more or less crawled by until dinnerish time, at which point a group of ten or so people made the trek to some Italian restaurant whose name escapes me right now.

My meal cost about 5.75, which I thought was pretty cheap for a sit down place.

Then I got my food, and realized why it was so cheap. Aside from the food, it was pretty legit.

Following dinner, we congregated again the 13th floor, and did what we do... Nothing, really, but in a cool way.

Mallory+Ashley again made the Smores thing, so at this point if my math is correct I have about -160 years left to live.

When the night began to wind down, and the crowd was reduced to Randy, myself, Mallory and Ashley, the subject of Myspace somehow got brought up, and I felt a sudden impulse to check out my virtual middle school stomping grounds.

This proved to be a mistake, as my profile still contains one of several of my Youtube videos that simply could not be ignored by everyone else.

This of course led to looking at my youtube channel, and the watching of the Yogos movies.

Luckily they didn't find them idiotic enough to the point where they no longer talk to me (they laughed like once or twice...) and I'm thinking it might be time to erase any evidence of said videos.

And then we get to today.

It was extremely uneventful with the exception of a 2 hour Flix trip, and the completion of my English portfolio.

Finally, tomorrow.

I made a decision concerning switching dorms, and it looks like next semester I'll be living in Stimson with Ben.

I have a meeting with the building's R.E.D. tomorrow at 8, then my music final at 10:10, English portfolio due by 2pm, and only about a month late: my appointment with my academic advisor.

Before any of that I should probably start studying for the I have in 9 hours and 15 minutes.

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cant think of a title

Perusing my schools newspaper, I stumbled upon an article about pride and bigotry. I read the first few lines, gathered that it was mainly about gay rights let out a resounding mehhhhhh, and was about to move on when I noticed that part of the article featured people whining about shirts proclaiming "straight pride."

Now, I has love for the gays. Not in like a gay way, but you get what I'm saying.

I mean I have a few friends that somehow are no longer attracted to women and whatnot, and thats pretty much cool with me, but at the end of the day if a penis and a vag are in a burning house and I can only save one, I'm def gonna save the female reproductive parts.

What I'm getting it is that I'm kind of annoyed that people are annoyed by straight pride shirts. No offense to the not straight people out there, but you kind of seem hypocritical. Like really hypocritical.

I'm gonna go ahead and stop there so as not to incur an angry mob of rainbow clad activists.


SO, mah buddy Ben (the blonde one)'s roomie is moving into his fraternity starting at next semester, so Ben asked if I wanted to move into his place over in Stimson.

Anddddddddddd I dunno, you know? There are times when Stephenson seems kind of like the worst place ever, between power trippin RAs, the not so great location, and living in what Brenna refers to as a "toolbox," this place gets old.

But 4th north is sort of a... Well, its a unique place to live I'd say.

For those of you who don't know: 1.) We are currently on the shit list of about every RA in the building, and 2.) We don't have an RA anymore. He got fired.

So without a constant babysitter, its kind of worse than ever here before.

For example: a few nights ago, me and some of my 13th floor homies got bored and decided to walk the floors at around 11.

Every floor we visited was relatively quiet and peaceful, until that is we got down to 4th.

We open the door, and pretty much instantly we hearing yelling of obscenities and there is a strangely unnatural smell to the place.

Home sweet home I guess.

Also, we developed a sort of code word for when RAs on duty walk by.

Whenever anyone sees one walking around, they are supposed to casually yell BINGO.

I guess they caught onto it last night.

So I think now we are gonna change it to Yahtzee.

That will fool them.




Switching topics, I think the highlight of the past few days for me was receiving texts from my "otherwise influenced" sister.

She finished her last final of the quarter yesterday, and a few hours later I receive these texts:

"So drol. Indicating as art."

"Glove i love love drank yo yo."

"SCARY"


Last but certainly not least, iTunes visualizer.

This thing is kind of addicting.

Like its fun to watch to the point where I hooked up another monitor to my computer, and its pretty much completely dedicated to cool colors and shapes for me to stare at and zone out while I should be doing more scholarly things.

And now we return to homework.

9 days till home?

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

P.S. Mtn dew+lemonheads=love

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Grumble

So, I think I've made it clear in the past that I pretty much hate Tuesdays.

This lovely December 7th served only to reinforce my distaste toward the second (or third if you must) day of the week.

To explain why, as usual, we need to rewind to like a month ago, and I need to explain some random concept.

Here at Wazzu, in order to sign up for classes, you need to make an appointment with your academic adviser and discuss the courses you want to take blah blah blah. The problem is, there are something like 18,000 students enrolled here, and while I'm not sure of the exact number of advisers, I'm fairly confident its in the area of TOO FUCKING FEW.

Roughly a month ago, when the gettin was still good for making an appointment, I emailed my person requesting to make an appointment.

But nah, thats too simple.

I have to go through some ridiculous, horribly designed webiste in order to make an appointment.

So I attempt to do that, and for some inexplicable reason my name isn't in the system. So, with no other options, I do what anyone with a brain fears to do: I called a support number.

Again, for some reason I can't really imagine, it takes a few days for my name to get into the system thing.

Finally when I can make an appointment, all slots are filled until today, December 7th.

Registration for classes began on November 17th I believe.

So that means the past 20 days, all of the classes have been filling up like crazygonuts.

But I figured hay, better late than never right?

Well, apparently not. I woke up an hour and half earlier than usual today in order to be at my advisers office by 9. I checked in at 8:55, and was told I would be called in when he was ready.

When 9:15 rolled around, I decided I should go see wtf is take so long.

It was at this point that I was informed that my adviser was out sick today.

I kinda wanted to go apeshit with a can of Axe and a lighter, but then I realized that I was out of axe.

In fact I've been out of axe since like 7th grade. Ew.

Following this joyful experience, I figured I'd go back to sleep for a bit before my first class. My phone was apparently out sick for the day as well, as it decided it didn't want to go off to wake me up in time for Engrish.

Luckily I received a thoughtful text from Casey ("Fag where are you?") and managed to get to class... Only about 20 minutes late.

However, after English my day began to improve slightly. Psychology got out about 20 minutes early, and my music class was canceled.

So I figured maybe I'll start working on the mound of studying/homework I have to do before next week.

Naturally I'm blogging instead, then I'll probably sleep for a few hours, watch Fight Club.... Then go back to sleep.

Yay college?

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Contacts get really annoying

If I learned one thing from this weekend, it is the fact that my children will never take piano lessons.

I say this because at this point, I intend to kind of like whatever offspring I may one day contribute to producing, and I don't really wanna disappoint them by never setting foot anywhere near another piano recital.

For my music class, I need to attend 4 concerts and write about them blah blah blah.

Being the procrastinatey college student I am, I pretty much put off going to these concerts until this weekend. Due to the whole end of the semester thing, options are rather limited. So today I found myself in WSU's music building, sitting through 40 or so songs played by kids ages 7ish-13ish.

There's no doubt in my mind that these kids are a helluva lot more badass than I was at that age (or maybe my current age?) due to their mad piano skills, and they all played rather well I thought, but there where just so damn many of them.

So I guess the moral of the story: I apologize future child of mine, but it looks like your musical abilities are gonna be that of playing Guitar Hero.... Much like yo daddy.


Oh yea, Apple Cup was this weekend.

My Saturday was basically completely dedicated to the event, and as usual, popular sporting events kind of bring out the worst in people.

I mean, I'm all for cheering for the Cougs, and booing the Huskies. But people kind of get retarded about it.

(Highlight of the 3 hour wait in line= watching someone following a Purple/Gold glad citizen chanting "FUCK THE HUSKIES")

For instance, when the UW band kids walked by, I joined in the slightly inappropriate chanting, but all of the sudden some dickhead nails one of the percussionists with a snowball, which kind of made us look like a bunch of immature idiots.

Then there was the whole throwing snowballs during the game business. For the most part it was just quality entertainment during the plethora of pauses the game had to offer, but when people started throwing at the injured UW player being driven of the field I was momentarily reminded of the spoiled brats that I work with at the Racquet Club.

Welp, finals are coming up, and we are two academic weeks away from Winter Break. I probably could have told you this not from looking at a calendar, but simply from the amount of apathy/lack of motivation I've been feeling towards academics lately. Its just kinda that time of year, and I'm ready to be home for a few weeks.

More than anything I'm ready to not eat at the dining center for an extended period of time.

I haven't been to Southside (dining center nearest my dorm) since Thursday and I woke up this morning feeling rather relaxed and not full of grease. I'm relatively confident that those two things are related.

12 days till home.

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yea man

I've developed kind of an odd habit of blogging in my head.

This happens every once in a while and tends to be during the times that I post in greater frequencies.

An interesting event will happen, and immediately I narrate the situation in my head.

I kinda like it.

So I been home since Friday. The entire time I've been here has felt different than I initially expected, but for the most part in a good way.

This hit me at Kaden's house, plopped down on the kitchen couch chatting with Tyson, who I hadn't seen or talked to in a strangely long time. However, despite the fact that it had been so long since we'd talked, both of us suddenly made the realization that it basically felt like I hadn't ever left.

I'm not sure what I was expecting when I got home. I was here for two days just over a month ago, but I kinda feel like that didn't count. Nothing really has changed here, and I kind of like it that way; everything is extremely smooth and natural, especially on the home front.

My parents plainly haven't been negatively affected by the whole empty nest thing they got goin on. In fact they seem to kind of be thriving in mine and my sister's absence. The house is obscenely clean on a constant basis, and its kind of sick how neat everything is.

Luckily a few hours into being home I somehow managed to spill the contents of the greater part of a tooth paste tube across the counter of my bathroom. Luckily no one has noticed.... Except when my mom reads this I'm guessing she'll storm downstairs in a slight fury.

Its currently snowing pretty hella. We got a few inches last night, and about an hour ago it started to come down again, and pretty nicely.

Driving in this stuff is fun as ever, as getting up the hill to my house required me to pin my car at about 4500rpm in 1st gear, jumping up to the 6k range every few feet.

Lately I've kind of been missing my old car. (For those of you unacquainted with my previous set of wheels, read about it here: http://stothak.blogspot.com/2010/05/peace-out-car.html

While I by no means regret the upgrade to my Sentra, the Hyundai was a helluva lot easier to drive in the snow.

The issue with my current car is that its got a lot more power than my previous ride. This means that pretty much as soon as the engine connects to the wheels, I lose tractions because they spin to fast. This is all good and fun (really fun :) during the summer when traction is for wimps, but serves to make driving a bit challenging with a few inches of frozen water upon the ground.

Challenging as it may be, I tend to look at the roads and declare that the challenge has been accepted, and proceed to slip and slide through neighborhoods.

What's something that is currently pissing you off, you ask?

http://www.kndu.com/Global/story.asp?S=13550942

That.

There are two very annoying things I take from this.

1. People are freaking idiots and need to learn to drive, especially in the snow. To the jackass in the dually truck behind me: I understand that the speed limit is 40, however due to the fact that I can't actually see the road due to the snow, I'm gonna hug a number closer to 30. Just because you have 6 wheels of American idiocy under you doesn't give you the right to tailgate a person with a practical vehicle.

In case you were too lazy to read the article, there was a 6 car pileup caused by some idiot who likely had a mindset much like macho man in the truck I just mentioned. He put the lives of him+at least 5 others in danger because he or she isn't afraid of no snow.

2. The part near the bottom. Apparently, a police officer can pull someone over and ticket them $124, for driving at literally any speed imaginable, despite the fact that it could be far lower than the speed limit. Sure, if someone is doing 50 in a 50 combating 3 inches of ice and snow, I would probably slap them in the face with a $124 charge as well. But the fact that an officer can pull someone over even going 15 under and ticket them upwards of a hundred dollars is kind of sickening to me.

I say this because just about every encounter with a police officer in the last 4 years has been extremely unpleasant, and the officer in question usually makes a jackass of himself or herself because they can't seem to come home from their power trip. For instance, when I was being a dumbass and got a speeding ticket, the officer was able to slap on an addition $134 because he thought my exhaust was too loud. Imagine what the good ol' West Richland police will do when they seem some teenager driving cautiously, daring to approach the halfway mark of the speed limit.

It seems like there should be some kind of ratio of speed limit to snow. Not like some sort of strict rule, but more of a guideline.

It seems that police cars, Ford Crown Victorias, with a huge 4.6 liter V8 in the front, and the drive train in rear would mean rather poor handling in the snow.

Not sure where I'm going with this, so I'm gonna go attempt to drive to the movie theater and see HP7 with some homies.

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popo shut us down

Today began in just about the exact same manner in which every other Monday of this academic year has: my phone and alarm clock simultaneously begin to make their loud noises which I have become conditioned to associate with pain and annoyance, and I seriously consider not going to my first class.

After hitting snooze on both devices about 3 times, and realizing that I'm probably not going to win the fight to stay asleep, I somehow remember that GenEd is by far my easiest class and isn't really worth skipping.

I then somehow descended my dangerously shaky ladder, and more or less start my day. I managed to stay awake all through GenEd, and I was even coherent until about 10 minutes after at which point I was out cold until 12:50 rolled around, and the process repeated itself for math.

After math I kind of slept from 3-7:30.

Well, I guess I know what I'm not doing tonight.

On the upside, I just completed my 5-7 page paper for my english class. Its the last actual paper for the class, and so I'm relatively pumped that it is finally out of the way.


There seemed to be some sort of theme for Canadians today.

My math teacher, who is originally from some country I can't pronounce in the Middle East, harbors an extremely strong, slightly stereotypical Indian accent. This kind of makes a lot of the things he says far more entertaining than they where originally intended, if at all.

Case in point: he is doing a math problem on the chalk board, being completely serious as usual. Suddenly, halfway through calculating some ridiculous problem, he looks up, smiles, and announces "Mmmmm.... This problem reminds me of Canada." I kind of lost it.

The next example comes from my dear mother.



The first few parts are irrelevant, we were discussing the jelly you can buy in squeezable tubes.

Which brings me to my next topic: peanut butter.

First off, I kind of hate peanut butter companies. Why, WHY do you package your product in a container that is far more lean than wide? Once you get about halfway through, it is damn near impossible to scoop out the stuff from the bottom. Why don't they make it into some kind of short square thing? Arg. Srsly.

Anyhoo, in my household, if one left any minuscule amount of peanut butter on a knife, not only would my mother indefinitely find it and trace it back to you, she would go on to explain that she could easily have made five sandwiches with the stuff you wasted. Moving on, if you were ever to dispose of a peanut butter container with peanut butter still inside... You might as well have stolen some poor starving African child's food for the next year.

Now, my parents by no means had too many ridiculous rules or constraints or whatevs. At the same time, they didn't exactly let me run wild. With that in mind, let me tell you how good it feels to waste that last bit of peanut butter without my mother descending from the ceiling to tell me off.

Btw, I had one hell of an interesting weekend. For all you Tri kids reading this, I'll recap that to you in person... in 4 days when in home. Hailllllllllllllllll yes.

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purple stain

So I'm in 7th grade and Grand Theft Auto: Vice City is out and appears to be just about the coolest thing ever.

The issue was that I was about 12 years old and my mommy had a funny habit of watching the news. With the arrival of Jack Thompson of the scene, the cool thing for news networks at the time was to bash anything with an M rating.

Long story short, 12 year old Sean never got the chance to play the hot new game.

Looking back, that might not have been a bad thing- Now that I'm in college, I bought the game that was the shit back in '04, and there isn't a thing my mommy can do about it.

Case in point: one of the objectives in the game is to steal specific cars. Today, I'm walking down the street here in Pullman and see the real life version of car I need to steal in the game. I mentally pressed the button to steal the car, and after realizing that I indeed had not stolen the real life car, I noticed that I may need to take a break from the rebellious video game playing.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand back to my day. It was rather dandy.

The sorority Alpha Delta Pi (I think...) had their formal get together thingy tonight, and I ended up attending the event with Leslie. This meant two things, a lot of dancing, and me wearing pants for my first time since being here.

The pants part kinda sucked. But the dancing was cool.

There seems to be some sort of curse when it comes to me and formal dances, if tonight/senior prom are any indication.

I could have sworn that Leslie said we needed to meet at 7:45. So, when I rolled out of bed at 6:30, started watching and episode of scrubs completely unprepared for anything fancy, I was a bit taken aback when I was informed that I should drive to Sorority's house ASAP.

I managed to get completely ready and whatnot in about 8 minutes. Even for a dude, I think thats kind of impressive. I retrieved my car from the lot, picked up Shakeila from Stephenson, abducted Randy from a street corner (not kidding) and picked up Leslie and Taylor from their house.

My only complaint about the dance was the lack of Lady Gaga, with the exception of a rather horrible remix of telephone.

Finally, I returned home, crashed for a few hours, and chillaxed with the bros.

Oh what? 6 days till home? Hailllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll Yea.

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i need money

I really wish it were snowing right now.

The weather predictions as of late have been playing a cruel game with us Pullman kids, as snow is consistently predicted about 3 days in the future, but the future seems to be unreachable as far as weather is concerned.

I'm gonna be honest: the only reason I'm really blogging right now is that I climbed into bed, realized I don't have my headphones with me, and am too lazy to climb back down and tear apart my recently cleaned room to retrieve them, just so that I can watch some pointless episode of a random tv show in Netflix. This brings me to my first point.

I kind of detest organization in the classical sense.

When my room is a mess, it tends to be because I place things in odd places (adurrrrrrr). The thing is, these odd places are the locations that I find most logical.

For instance, I have a pile of socks right by my chair as opposed to my sock drawer. Why? Because I generally sit down to put on socks, and its kind of hard to sit down on a drawer.

So when I desperately try to avoid homework or studying by organizing and reorganizing my living space, I tend to regret it shortly after. Not due to the fact that I hadn't studied, but simply because my room is too damn organized for me to find anything.

Next up, is trying new things. Mainly foods.

From a young age, my parents have encouraged me to try new foods before saying "ew."

9 times out of 10 my original "ew" prediction proves completely accurate.

Current case in point: the "Chef's creations" section of the nearest dining center, Southside.

They have this odd habit of serving foods from "around the world." My problem is that whenever something resembles actual food to the point where it may be edible, I hear my Mom's voice saying "Oh trust me, you'll like this."

And dammit Mom, YOU ARE WRONG AGAIN. I had tofu for the first and (hopefully) last time the other night.

In other news, math is stupid.

In the first week or so I was here, I managed to get into a conversation with a guy from my floor about our math classes.

He asked what math I'm in, and I replied "Eh, I'm kind of in retarded math... 105."

Silence for a few seconds, then his reply "Yea, I'm in math 99."

I'm relatively confident that my major will be largely decided by whatever course does not require a lot of math or science. I'd like to say that english would be in the category of classes I wish to not take, thanks much to my english 101 class. However, majors not including math science or english.... Well I could always work at the Racquet Club for the rest of my life.

So my english class. It's freshman english, and I'm the only freshman in the class. The amount of apathy produced by the other students in the class is nearly palpable, and seems to be rather contagious. The assignments, while not excruciatingly difficult, are rather unlike high school level papers (again adurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrh.)

Most of them revolve around research, and quoting things, and MLA format, and garbage like that.

In a sick sort of way I miss writing high school level papers. Honors english junior year is still by far the most difficult english class that I have been enrolled in, but at least the papers came from my brain, and not from someone else's. WSU goes on and on about plagiarism and how bad it is, which strikes me as a bit odd when the majority of my 5-7 page paper has to consist of what other people think or say.

Hmph.

Finally, this guy:

One week ago today, this guy hacked into all of the projectors of two buildings here at WSU, Todd and Sloan halls.

The video played once an hour from for all of the academic day in every class room of the two buildings.

No matter how you spin it, its impressive. WSU has a retarded amount of idiotic security that I'm assuming took quite some time to set up, and this guy completely bypasses it. Not only has he yet to be caught, he actually masked the location that the infiltration to place from, making it seem as though the action was performed from Elson Floyd's residence. (BTW, thats our school's president.)

Having been here for not even a full semester, I can already say that I like what the guy has to say. Several people reacted in a similar manner to when someone criticizes America, jumping to the conclusion that the naysayer is opposed to everything good and holy, when in reality they are simply making a legitimate point that we can learn from.

I guess I can say that I'm pretty interested to see what happens in 358 days, when it is again the 5th of November.

Oh, and I'm pretty excited for what happens in one week: Home.

P.S. Really elections? We are again stuck with Hastings and Murray, liquor sales are the same, and to top it all off prop 19 somehow didn't go through down in Cali town, and to top that all of the derps at Central got 4lokos banned in Washington.

And now I guess Imma go find those headphones.

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Its been a weird couple of days

This week has been one of the strangest of my college experience.

It began Monday morning, in my attempt to fix my sleep schedule by pulling an all nighter. The idea made a lot of sense in my head, yet when put into effect, kind of failed. I passed through my Monday classes in a Zombie like state, falling asleep at 2:30, waking up close to 8.

The whole nocturnal thing didn't really help the cold I was developing, and when the two where put together it made for a pretty shitty first half of the week. Luckily, Advil PM is still legal and knocked me the eff out on Wednesday night.

Pullman is kind of a strange place at 5 in the morning. In my restless state, I ventured a walk outside on Monday morning to wake myself up. (I'll come back to this...)

So parking here. It kinda sucks. Most lots require a pass at all times, but a select few allow parking on the weekends, or between the hours of 5pm to 5am.

They are pretty serious about the 5am thing.

Wandering out the parking lot right outside my dorm, a white truck with "WSU Parking" scribed on the side pulls up and parks in the middle of the lot. A few seconds later, he starts writing people tickets.

The interesting thing is that he left the truck running while issuing the BS tickets to the unsuspecting cars.

I think back to the tickets acquired by Ben and I at the beginning of the year totaling $105 between the two of us, and consider how it might go down if I jack the truck and drive off into the night.

Then I remembered I was functioning on a few hours worth of sleep, and sadly decided against it.

But that would have made for a very interesting Monday.



Oh yea, update on the quiet hours nonsense from the last blog-

The petition. After having most of my floor signing it, to no avail, we figured its time to get more of the building in on the shenanigans. I figured that freshman focus classes (a bunch of people from one building in a class) would be a good place to get a lot of signatures in a small time period. I ask my buddy Uris to talk to our professor about passing the petition through the class.

So, if you've ever had a class with me, spent time with me for an extended period of time, or even met me once or twice, you've probably deduced that I don't really like attention all that much.

With that in mind, you can imagine my surprise when Uris told me that I would be speaking to my GenEd class this Friday.

There's aboot 125 people in the class usually, most of whom live in my building.

I was given an entire minute to explain to the class what we were doing, and I used maybe 30 seconds of it. I think it could have gone a lot worse though, as the redness factor of my face didn't get to far past its usual tone.

Anyhoo, the paper got passed through maybe 45 people, about 30 of whom signed it. Not bad on a small scale, but considering there are still around 80 people who didn't even see it... Eh, we'll hit the class again on Monday I'm guessing.

Total signatures=53. Roughly 300 people live in North Tower, so I think we're off to a decent start.

And two weeks from now, I'll be chillin with my Tri-Town homies once again.

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Slightly annoyed

Entering floor #4 of the North tower in the Stephenson Complex, one may notice a nearly palpable feeling of pissiness.

Rewind to last Thursday. The majority of residents living in Stephenson North, including myself are at an extra credit movie event. Partway through, the RA (basically the floor babysitter) from the 13th floor sends out a mass facebook message to most of the residents here.

The message reads:

"Hey North!!!!

Starting now until the end of the semester, Sun-Thurs nights 8-11PM are study hours in the lounge. This means the TV will not be turned on and only people who are quiet should be in the lounge.

I'm sorry for any inconvenience these study hours may cause. This is supposed to be for the benefit of all and has been implemented on EVERY FLOOR by our RED. Please this time wisely.

Good luck on the rest of your semester!

I hope that you have a wonderful day!! =D"

I sat in awe for a few seconds after reading the message. A few seconds later, I was in my RA's room delivering my thoughts on the ordeal in my usual diplomatic(ish) way. As usual, my efforts where completely useless, as someone else from my floor burst into the room and informed my RA that the new rule is "FUCKING BULLSHIT."

It didn't take long for us to get together and realize how idiotic these new "Study Hours" are as a floor. Before the night was over, I had written up this petition, and gotten 20+ signatures from our floor alone:

Lounge (n): A place for lounging: a room in a private home or public building for leisure.

Wandering the floors of Stephenson North, one would probably notice a door on every floor labeled “Lounge.” One would then logically conclude from this that the room is intended for leisure activities, per the definition of the word. However, given the new “Study Hours,” it seems as though the word lounge is no longer an accurate description of the room.

We, the residents of Stephenson North tower, find the recent rule changes concerning study hours in the lounge to be unfair, ineffective, and downright ridiculous. The purpose of living in a residence hall, aside from education benefit, is largely to form friendships with fellow newcomers to Pullman. One of the most significant places that this occurs at is on the floor lounges. Speaking from the perspective of the 4th floor, our lounge is the place in which we come to socialize and unwind with our recently made friends. This often occurs in the later hours of the night, after we have finished homework and other necessary activities. The new hours interfere directly with this, as the bulk of our social activities take place in the lounge between the hours of 6 P.M. and 12 A.M. For instance, we often watch sporting events as a floor. Football games often run past 8, and World Series games are likely to be on during this time.

It is not as if the lounge is the only available quiet space to work; Holland and Terrell libraries offer ample space for quiet study, as does the Stephenson library. If for some reason these options are unavailable, I believe that all residents have a room in which they can study.

Imagine if a library dedicated 3 of its busiest hours, five days a week, to not reading, working, or doing library related things in general. Sounds pretty similar to me.

Oh, and did I mention that Stephenson North is the only building in all of WSU to have these rules?

The next day, the signed petition was given to the RED (manager of the building) who ultimately ignored it.

That was Friday.

Between Halloween parties and the weekend in general, we managed to calm down on the issue for the most part, until tonight.

Six of us are sitting in the lounge, two doing work, three pretending to, and one sitting quietly watching TV.

The RA walks in, and informs the brave soul that he needs to either work on something or leave. He refuses, and is promptly given an IR (incident report, you get enough, and you get kicked out of the dorm.)

So this guy was given an IR for quietly watching TV in the lounge, which is meant for leisurely activities.

Sadly, the bullshit doesn't end there.

With 4 seconds left on the clock in a rather important sporting event, our RA jerks the TV's power cable out of the wall.

Things apparently calmed down for a bit after that, until the lounge has 4 guys in it. All of them (including the one who was already given an IR) have some sort of work in their hands, and are talking while working.

Talking.

4 IRs later, our lounge is now "permanently" locked.

Oh, and our Kitchen privileges are being threatened.

So, to sum it up: 4 students, while working on homework, were talking. Because of this, we don't have access to a lounge anymore, and we may not be able to use our microwave or sink in the near future.

Lucky for us, we're a bunch of pissy teenagers who will very unlikely simply take this whole situation sitting down.

Something tells me petitioning won't cut it much longer.

And thats pretty much whats on my mind tonight. Also, I've become nocturnal.

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First off, I probably shouldn't be writing this blog right now. A far better use of my time would have been to ascend the symbolic ladder to my bed that simultaneously leads to the land of sleep.

Sadly, at around 3pm, I was under the impression that I would need a bit off a kick to make it through the day.

So I bought myself an Amp, downed it, and proceeded to complete my day without falling asleep.

I climb into bed, and my brain fills itself with anything it can to keep itself interested. Unable to sleep, I figured I'd scribe some of these thoughts.

Dear girls: a lot of you are kind of stupid. I say that in the nicest way possible.... Sorta. Specific thing I'm talking about right now: When a guy gives you a compliment, and you deny its truthiness.

If you are female and reading this, listen up (or do the reading equivalent?): If a guy can look you in the eye and say something along the lines of "you are pretty" just take the damn compliment. Fishing for more by denying it won't help your case at all. Far more often than not, we are telling the truth. I'm not saying blindly believe whatever a male human says, but if we genuinely compliment you, don't shoot it down.

Next up, political stuff.

I'm not gonna get messy with anything, but I am gonna plead that on facebook, under the "political views" thing, that people stop writing "NObama." Why? Well first off, you kind of look like a child. Second off, you really aren't answering the question. In fact you are doing kind of the opposite. You are writing exactly what you're political views aren't. (That's right, I italicized for emphasis. ) Unless you wan't to say I'm NObama because you hate socialism or Nazi's or logic or something, in which case the resemblance of a child is again raised.

The only thing that annoys me more than NObama is when people simply put "Obama!" I really don't believe that our president is really in a political category of his very own. Doing this simply makes you look uninformed.


So I probably just insulted a bunch of people. It's a good thing that I'm pretty sure nothing I said was false and can back it up for the most part.



In other news, my hair is stupidly long again. The story here is that I've had the same lady cut my hair for almost 3 years, and I don't really wanna change that. Sadly, she did not agree to move to Pullman simply for the sake of keeping my hair uncavemanlike.



Moving on, I don't think I've ever used a legitamate copy of Windows on my computer. This summer I upgraded to Windows 7, which I acquired from my good friend The Pirate Bay. Sadly, those jerks at at Microsoft caught on to people using their product without paying for it, and tend to attempt to disable the software if they catch on.

I'm guessing somehting along those terms happened recently, because all of the sudden Windows won't update, my Anti Virus won't function, and my computer childly says "No." if I try to access the internet.

Not wanting to deal with the possibility of removing or a virus or editing my registry to fix the issue, I wiped the partition of my hard drive containing the operating system and took advantage of WSU's free software program. Several hours later I'm back to pretty much normal, but let me tell you, Wednesday was annoying as hell.

Aight. Tired again.

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Today started like pretty much every other Tuesday in the history of the world, dumb and annoying.

For those of you who are currently uneducated concerning my preferences of the day of the week, Imma get this out of the way: I effing hate Tuesdays.

Mondays are no biggie, I only have two classes, and I usually get the homework done or at least started on Sunday night because I'm dweeb like that.

But Tuesday, no. I have class from 10:35-4:05 with about one and half hours worth of break in there. The day crawls by, and its rather exhausting.

If you have class from like 8-5, stfu, I'm in a whiney mood.

This Tuesday wasn't quite good enough to be an exception, but it did how two things that made it suck slightly less:

1. On my way from breakfast to English, I saw a guy who was at least in his 30's walking around in a kilt. At first I'm like okay whatevs different culture blah blah. Then I realize he is wearing a Thundercats T-shirt. For some reason I was reminded of Gareth.

2. Sitting in the lobby waiting for my music class (last class of the day/least favorite class period) someone busts out of the classroom and announces that class is canceled.*

So that was pretty cool I guess. I went back to my dorm and didn't really do anything productive instead of being in class, and that was pretty nice.

*Since when has canceled been spelled with one L? I swear its supposed to be cancelled. ajslk;flksjdfenglishmajor?

Aside from that today was pretty uneventful.



So my eating and sleep schedules have pretty much been destroyed.

I generally sleep from around 4 to 9 in the mornings, then in between classes or something.

For the most part I've cut caffeine out of my diet (probably just because I'm out of mountain dew and forgot to buy some on my last wal mart run) and I can sort of admit its a lot easier to actually sleep when I get into bed, as opposed to laying awake for hours contemplating my ceiling.

Speaking of that, I took a nap today.

Nonono, I tried to take a nap.

After laying in my bed for around 30 minutes, I finally drifted off. What felt like seconds later, it sounded like my door was being raped by someones fist. What the door rapist didn't realize was they the door wasn't actually closed, and promptly smashed open and collided with the wall adjacent to it.

After this pleasantry, a bunch of RA's yell "HAY IS ANYONE IN HERE?"

Laying as still as possible hoping not to be noticed, one of them walks in and feels it necessary to again yell and inquiry as to whether or not the room was inhabited.

I must have mumbled something or twitched, as the one who entered quickly said (yelled) "Oh, sorry. Do you have any spare change to donate to a good cause?" and held up a duffel bag partially filled with change.

I have accumulated a few dollars in coins over the past few weeks, and most of the time I would be happy to toss it away without thinking. I still did so in my daze, but I would have much rather forcefully inserted it somewhere aside from the duffel bag.

And uh.... That was my Tuesday.

7 classes till the weekend.

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This is roughly the fourth time this month I've started a blog. Strangely enough, nothing has been posted by in exactly 30 days.

I'm not quite sure why that is, there hasn't been a lack of interesting things to write about, though I still have plenty of free time to write.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that one of the first things I do when I make new friends (in real life) is to add them to my friends list (on facebook). Reading some of my previous posts, I think to myself that if some awkward red faced blonde kid that I barely know requested me on facebook, and one of the first things of his that I see is some oddly titled blog with extremely questionable content, I might just do everything in my power to distance myself from said blondie.

So what brings the sudden ability to actually go through with a post? probably the fact that people here are comfortable with me to the point that they won't consider me an absolute weirdo for scribing many of my thoughts onto the internet, or that I've become comfortable enough with them to not really give a fuck if they think I'm weird.

Either way I've kinda missed bloggin.



There's been some cool stuff going on here so far.

Last weekend for example, me and a couple of manly men from 4th North (the 4th floor of Stephenson North) made the 40 minute trip to the Snake river to jump off some cliffs for a bit.




Pictured is Cody, mid jump, roughly 30 feet from the water.

I kinda wanna go back when the temperature is closer to freezing, but I have a feeling that people dumb enough to do so with me will be harder to come by in Pullman than they were in Richland. Maybe I'll have to get my stupidity out during Thanksgiving or winter break by jumping into the Columbia or something, because at least I know that I have a companion (or 6) dumb enough to do so with me.

Speaking of dumb, wanna hear a fun fact?

I've been in Pullman for aboot a month and a half, and I can still say I've never been drunk.

Whether that makes me a douche or awesome is pretty much up to you.

That's not to say that I don't love walking down Greek Row on a Friday or Saturday night with a couple of friends, more often than not being accosted by an underage male who has had about twelve too many.

Oddly enough, I've managed to do alright in my classes so far. My first major exams were in psychology, music, and math. I somehow managed an 84, 89, and 111.5 respectively.

Rex and I have been getting along fine, and our room is by far the cleanest on our floor, which is probably kind of a shocker to anyone who has seen my room at home.

So, except for the fact that I just realized my laundry was done over an hour ago, I think I have things under control for the most part.

I think.

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Probably should have brought a razor

It's Friday afternoon, and I'm sitting in my 1:10 math class struggling to pay attention while I dream of the weekend has in store for me.

Finally, with just 15 minutes of the class period remaining, the professor hands out the weekly Friday quiz and announces we can leave once we are finished.

It takes me roughly 5 minutes to complete the two story problems. I hand in the paper, and exit the classroom feeling as though a cloud was transporting me from place to place.

I embark on the 20 minute walk to my car parked across campus, so that I can drive to my dorm, grab my weekend materials, and peace out from Pullman to Priest Lake, Idaho.

After what felt like an hour walk, I arrived at my Nissan Sentra, unlocked the door, and slid in to the driver's seat, ready to blow off some steam from the week.

I slide the key into the ignition, crank it, and the engine hums to life.

I plug my iPod in, select my driving playlist, and then....

shit, nothing happened.

My car apparently does not appreciate be parked for ten days straight, as it decided to tard out in some way that caused the beautiful sound system to straight up not do anything.

Looking at my watch, I realize I was supposed to have been on the road 10 minutes ago, and I begin to sweat (like a bit more than usual I mean.)

I drive to my dorm in a slight fury, ride the elevator to my room, and grab my weekend stuff as well as my tools. Btw, by tools I mean screwdriver, for I really, really did not feel like driving 3 and a half hours with no music.

I spent 45 minutes inspecting the situation, jiggling loose wires, tightening screws, and along the way, I notice how shitty of a job the previous owner did when he installed everything.

At the peak of the annoyance, Adam Kester walked up and made some comment which I don't currently remember, and I almost stabbed him in the nose with my screwdriver, until I realized that might be counter productive, plus I don't want my screws getting all bloody.

At this point, all hope was lost and I gave up.

You know how in movies and whatnot, the main character or audience or whoever loses all hope, and then something crazy awesome happens?

Well yea, thats a load of shit.

I spent nearly 4 hours in my car, with only the occasional voice of my GPS to break the complete silence.

All in all I was a bit batty once I finally arrived at Indian Creek. Luckily my family was able to either calm me down, or just completely push me off the edge and into the pool of insanity in which I find myself swimming in from time to time.

Whichever one it was, I was in a better mood all night, and now being at Hills Resort (which has showers higher than my chin, thats 1up on college) it's all good.

I made the mistake of taking a two hour nap today, and thusly... I'm not really tired right now.

....Except now I kinda am, 'night!

Cheesy made Easy

I'm currently eating Mac and Cheese.

Let me tell you, nothing has ever tasted so damn good.

Before I can properly describe as to why I say this, I will rewind the clock just a bit.

It's 9:25, and I'm on my way to meet Randy to go the Rec as usual. Everything is normal, except for the constant bombs of water falling from the sky.

It's not so bad, and I like rain. On the way to the gym, at least.

The way back, it's cold as hell (okay maybe its 52), raining harder, and windy.

My dorm to the rec= 20ish minutes.

So that was fun walk.

But really, it was kinda fun. Good talk with Randy, and rainy and cold is better than hot and dry to me any day.

I got back to my dorm, recieved a giggle from Rex at the sight of my hair, and promptly made mac and cheese.

I've developed a strange habit of listening to jazz and classical music lately.

This has to wrap up soon, Rex just climbed into bed, and I don't wanna be a D.

A strange thought creeped into my head earlier: What would the 10 year Sean think of the 18 year old Sean?

I spent a good 20 minutes (which I should have been studying during...Whatev.) thinking about this, and came to the conclusion that 10 year old me and me would get along alright.

I'm not a massive jerk, and I drive a cool car. I think that met qualifications for being cool when I was 10.

Oh, quick story to wrap things up:

Earlier today, I'm chilling in my room studying.

Rex walks in, grin on his face, and says

"Sean guess what!"

I look up, ask what? and he excitedly, and happily responds:

"While I was running I got hit by a car!"

(He's fine)

The kid makes me laugh.

Glade: Fresh scent!

Wandering about the WSU campus, I look at the building names and realize that I'd really like to be filthy rich someday.

The majority of buildings here are named after people who donated large sums of money to the University. I walk by Southside Dining Center, and notice the name on the building is Hall, (the first name escapes me...) So Mr. Hall donated a ton of money to WSU, and if this guy is anything like me, he was hoping they would name a residence hall after him.

For instance, I live in Stephenson Hall.

I sorta wonder if this Hall guy donated money for the shiggles of a residence hall here being called Hall Hall.

Imagine the confusion...

"Dude, which hall are you in?"

"Hall."

Back to my original point, I'd like to one day have a ridiculous sum of money I could straight up give to WSU, preceded by a temporary name change to Werxfunkcarblemaincat, or something.

.....And thats what has been on my mind lately.

Oh yea, classes started yesterday.

Monday Wednesday Friday- Gened and Math.
Tuesday and Thursday- Engrish, Psych, and Music.

Earliest class= 10:10, meaning if I eat in my dorm and shower quickly, I can sleep in until like 9:45 if I really want to, and even later on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

I got homework from all 5 classes.

I wanted to refrain from telling people this, as I knew their smug reaction would be "Welcome to college"

Naturally, I inform my mother that every single on of my professors assigned either reading or an assignment, and her reaction were the exact words.... Welcome to college.

The thing is, I saw it all coming. Currently, I have completed Gened, psych, english, half of music, and half of math. I hope to finish music tonight (which is due Thursday) and math tomorrow (which is due Monday.)

So for now, I feel like I have a decent grip on things.

For now.

Me and the rec center are becoming good buddies. After a ridikulus (ree dik ooh luhs) leg workout, I walked back to my dorm (a lovely 15-20 minute walk depending on pace) and threw together one of the best things ever:

Well, the first thing I saw when I opened my fridge was bread.

So I grab a slice of bread.

Looking up, I see peanut butter.

So I smear so of the substance on the bread, and just as I'm about to call it done, I see the bag of flamin hot cheetos out of the corner of my eye, and without thinking twice pour a small bit on the bread, roll it all together, and a few seconds later I was rather satisfied and downing my glass of chocolate milk.

And now ima go watch Dexter.

Free food?

So day 5 of college, I'm starting to get the hang of things.

I believe the main reason that I feel relatively comfortable with my surroundings is the fact that classes have yet to start, so a week from now, if I'm still feeling rather chill, I'll be pretty happy.

With the comfort of living here, I'm starting to miss home quite a bit. I see pictures of people doing cool (ish) things back in Tri Town, and I feel like I'm missing out.

I say that now, but who knows, maybe by the end of the year I'll think you guys are all lame and boring.






But don't count on it. :)




Me and Huihung (who will from now on be called Rex) have been getting along fine, he's pretty quiet, and is rather easy to live with.

We (everyone on our floor) had a meeting today, 26 guys crammed into our "lounge*" to listen to our RA give us some ground rules.

*Most floors have one of two cool features: A small kitchenette, featuring a sink and microwave, or a huge ass lounge, many have both.

Us cool kids here on the fourth floor have neither. Our kitchen was somehow selected to be the place where the microfridges are to be stored for the year, and our lounge is about the size of a standard dorm room.

So one of the guys who lives on this floor, Uris, gets people to throw some cash his way so he can buy a microwave off of craigslist to put in our lounge.

Two days later, it's confiscated and nowhere to be seen.




The upside of all this? That's about the only thing I have to whine about so far.

I'm kinda strangely diggin the food a lot. My breakfast usually consists of a yogurt/fruit/granola thingy, some bacon, and a biscuit with gravy.

In order to conserve money, I generally survive off cheetos and chocolate milk until dinner, which is usually a sammich with fruit, or a slice a pizza.

I haven't gone crazy with eating yet, and so far I've been to the gym every day.

Oh yea, one more thing to whine about, I live far away and downhill from EVERYTHING.

Meaning, if I want to go somewhere, it's a long walk, and all up hill.

I made the mistake of working out my legs yesterday. The 20 minute walk back to my dorm was rather unpleasant.

So classes start tomorrow.

During high school, I had to get up at 6:15-6:30 every day to get to school on time.

Tomorrow I'm playing it safe, and waking up at 8:45. Most Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I'll be able to sleep in until closer to 9:30. Tuesdays and Thursdays won't start until almost 10 for me.

I'm realllllllly liking that.

Combined with the fact that it's already cooling down here, meaning I can actually sleep, and you get one satisfied Sean who thinks he might not fail all of his classes.

Oh yea, I have no idea what to major in.

I am good with computers, and I like writing.

So that means.... Computer Engineering, or english or journalism or something.

Problem with any engineering program is that you need a few years of calculus.

....Which isn't going to happen as far as I'm concerned. Plus, I don't want to be here longer than 4 years.

So for the time being it looks like I'm headed towards something in the communications department.

I'm taking all of the required stuff this year so that next year I can start with stuff towards my major (if I have a clue what I'll be doing by that point.)

Tomorrow I have Gened 110, and math 105.

Also I'm hungry.




Sorry for the lack of sense. I miss you guys!

Also come visit me.

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Today, it didn't start off too well.

Sleep was next to impossible by my standards, finally dozing off around 3:30 and waking up every hour or so until hunger and despair caused me to climb out of my bed in a daze. I showered and whatnot, and hit up southside cafe for breakfast.

Biscuits and gravy, bacon, and a banana. Hellllllllllllll yea.

I came back to my room, talked to Rex for a minute, and then gave in to the fact that I need to purchase books for my classes.

542 dollars later, I was on my way back to my room from the book store (a 10 or so minute walk) laden with rather heavy books. My arms still kinda hurt.

I came back to my room, played some video games, then met up with Ben to venture out to the unbeknownst land that is the north side of campus. We ate at Northside, found it was just about the same thing as Southside, and then we departed for the parking office where I picked up my blue level 1 (the lowest/cheapest option) pass.

Around 2:30, I ventured a nap. It was strangely successful, waking up 3 hours later rather awake and pumped. I lazed around my dorm for a bit, and then Ben, the asians, and I grabbed some dinner. I managed to spend under 3 dollars on my meal!

We again departed. I figured it was time to get to know some of the people from my floor, so I wandered into the open rooms and a few minutes later, five of us ventured to the rec center to play some pool, which I still suck at, and then after missing the bus and seeing the line of people waiting to go to shopko, we took a ride in the Sentra to the soon to be out of business store to reap the benefits of the back to school sale.

So, our floor doesn't have a microwave. Pretty much all the other ones do.

Naturally we went to a girls floor, popped a bag, went to another girls floor, and repeated, first wandering about asking the first female we found whether or not they had a microwave on their floor.

;)

Finally the five of us met a few other guys from our floor, and watched Anchorman in the common room.

Today, it ended pretty well.

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This morning came far too early.

I slept in my bed for the last time until Thanksgiving break, but only for roughly 4 hours. For some strange reason, sleep was not the easiest thing to come by last night (or should I say this morning?)

10:15 this morning meant one thing to me: Appearing in traffic court.

I'm sure most of you recall the blog concerning the ticket and whatnot, and this morning the issue finally came to a close.

Original ticket: 175 for speeding, 134 for defective exhaust. After paying 187 dollars for a new muffler (and for my car to still be loud, and simply sound horrible) I entered the court room hoping to not have to pay the exhaust ticket at all, but not really getting my hopes up.

Good thing to, because I only got it reduced to 80 dollars. However, I did get the whole thing differed, so the the insurance won't increase.

All in all, I spent $442 dollars on the entire mess.





Oh yea, I'm at college now.

I got all my goodbyes in last night, many of which almost ended rather messily.

Things at WSU are going rather smoothly so far. I've been hanging with Ben and the asian twins, and making a few new friends in my building.

A few of you have taken a strange interest in my room mate, so here is the story of how we officially met:

My room is right next to the common room. I'm sitting in the common room talking to a guy from my floor, when all of the sudden I hear a loud and rather unpleasant sounding crash that sounds uncomfortably close to the room I'll reside in the rest of this academic year.

I walk over, unlock the door, and see Rex standing in the middle of his bed.... Or what was his bed before it pretty much fell down everywhere.

Nothing was damaged, and I walk over and we shake hands.

Five other guys from our floor and 20 minutes later, his bed is reconstructed and things are good to go.

We talk for a minute or two, and then I peace out to meet up with Benjamyn and the Trans. We do nothing for a few minutes to remind ourselves that we aren't all that cool, and then head to dinner.

I somehow managed to buy 13.10 worth of food, but I'm hoping I didn't see the discount for being a student applied... Because I will last like a week at that rate.

We then hit up the rec center and did some hella weight lifting, and my arms feel nice and beaten right now.

Finally I came back to my dorm to recharge, and met some more people from Stephenson North. We sat around in a dorm eating from a massive box of pizza, chatting it up about where everyone's from and whatnot. We played a game of Apples to Apples (which I discovered I'm beyond terrible at) and then dispersed.

Now, I'm gonna try to sleep in my 80 degree room.

Pullman is treating me well so far.




Btw, I really friggin miss everyone back home already.

Hey Sean, what are you doing tomorrow?

Party at Albertsons Tuesday night, come, bring friends, prepare to be kicked out and move down to the sports complex on Keene.

hhhWhy?

Because I leave for WSU on Wednesday.

I would love it if you came to see me off on Wednesday as well, though I have no idea as to when exactly I'll be departing for shenanigans in Pullman. Why? Because (rewind a few blogs back, and recall the grand tale of my ticket getting) I mailed in my ticket requesting a date in court to explain the circumstances of my actions blah blah blah, and what day do they give me? August the 18th of course, at 10:15 am, aka pretty much when I planned to leave home.

Last night laying on a couch in a basement not belonging to me, the realization that I leave for college in such a minuscule amount of time truly dawned on me.

At the time I had been what felt like seconds from sleep, yet when this lovely fact dawned upon me all things tired simply vanished, and I laid awake staring off into nothingness not exactly content with life.

I realized that my room has yet to be compacted into a few plastic bins. It's kind of like I don't want to finish packing because I don't really want to leave.

Perusing through one of the many handouts I received while at orientation, I found myself reading a list of things that many incoming freshman fear about their college experience. Nearing the top of the list was "Having to prove myself over again"

I read that the first time and pretty much said eh.

But then, I was like sheeeeeeeeeeeit.

I guess one could say that I'm a bit anxious about doing the whole friend making thing again.

It has been said that first impressions matter quite a bit in this world. If this statement is true, I'm in trouble. As most of you know, or probably have realized, I don't do so great with first impressions. When people see my awkwardly red face, shake my sweaty hand, and hear my name as "John," I don't think they immediately feel the desire to surround themselves with my company. Others who have known me for a period of time exceeding 12 seconds may disagree, but I won't have a lot of those others with me at college.

Alden and Jeremy, who I have been buddies with since K-status (Kindergarten) will no longer be attending the same school as me, nor will they be a 10 minute drive down the bypass. Both will be hours away at different colleges, which kinda freaks me out.

I guess I'll have that one blonde kid to keep me sane (or push me off the deep end.)

Well that's my brain right now.

I'll get back to the good stuff.

I woke up at 10:30 this morning. Yea, I know, arising at 10:30 isn't normal or healthy. Luckily I went back to sleep until about 2, so it's all good. I immediately left to help out mah cousin Mason with computer stuff,* it was supposed to be a simple task, and I seemed to have forgotten that absolutely NOTHING is ever as simple as it seems with computers. Ever. Don't even try.

*Is it just me or is everyone suddenly in need in Sean's free tech support? I mean as usual I don't really mind helping people with their minor issues, but its sorta like everyone realizes I'm leaving and decides they need to get my help one last time before I'm free of computer illiterate people. Until, that is, word gets out in Pullman that I know how to plug in a keyboard. Then I'm effed.

Came home for a bit, and went to Amber's. I kinda forget who all was there, so I'm going to avoid naming everyone to save myself the embarrassment of leaving out that one person by accident. We watched a few episodes of Boy Meets World (hooolllly crap flashbacks to elementary school) and got pizza just in time for me to go home and eat, where I was greeted with copious amounts of sarcasm and more than a few smart ass remarks from my dad about me never being home.

So then I left again.

Mick, Gareth and I went to Gareth's house to build Mick's computer.

Waitwaitwait: Mick and Gareth went to Gareth's to play Chatroullette, I built Mick's computer.

Finally the night ended at Sharri's with some good friends.

Two days.

It's been a while... yea yea yea

"I kind of enjoy the fact that there is absolutely nothing to do here. It forces us to spend time together."

-My Aunt, day 3 of our family reunion.

That pretty much sums up the past few days of my life.

Sunday morning I departed from West Richland and traveled down highway 12 for a few hours until we arrived at Lake Mayfield for our family reunion.

It was a relatively small get together, featuring about 20 members of the Wise family (my Dad's Mom's side) getting together to... reunite, or something.

I'm a bit too tired to want to recap the events of the trip, and all I'm really focused on right now is spending as much time as possible with the Tri Town gang before I leave.

I leave in two effing weeks.

Blake and I rolled out of bed this morning at 8, and departed from the Lake by 8:45. I drove the entire way in Blake's '94 Suzuki Sidekick.

Worst. Drive. Ever.

Driving 194 miles in an extremely slow, loud, and uncomfortable car ranks up there in my least favorite experience list. Passing people was especially scary, as I foolishly assumed that dropping down to 4th gear, hitting about 4500rpm would increase my speed at a high enough rate to easily get around all the semis. Reality kicked in, very slowly, as the car struggled to accelerate past 40mph up a hill. Combine this with the fact that there was no air conditioning, meaning the windows were down most of the trip, toss in a loud low quality stereo, and you have one exhausted tired slightly displeased Sean extremely happy to drive his own car again.

So I get home. I try to leave immediately, but some people are just sort of dumb. Instead, I head to CBRC to have a brief chat with my manager, and then see the people who I haven't seen in what feels like forever. Tyrell (Tyson) and Josh are pleased to see me, and Drew (who was swimming with the kids at the time) was so excited that he delivered his happiness by sending a group of kids to hug me.

A group of unclean dripping wet kids.

They latch on to me and I immediately want to drop kick them back into the pool.

As usual, I somehow find the patience to resist the impulse, and instead just shake them off and grunt.

I talk with Alden for a bit and come to the sad realization that I was at work, without working. I was at the one place that I never wanted to be when I actually had a reason to be there.

But then I realized work is a lot more fun when you aren't actually working.

Prime example: You all remember Isaac, right? The wild swearing streaker kid from an earlier blog?

Well, after swim time, Isaac enters the main room, gets his clothes, and goes into a bathroom to change. Seconds later, he reenters, absolutely unclothed, and announces

"I forgot a sock."

He walks over to his bag, picks up a sock, and walks out like nothing strange was happening.

That was pretty much my que to leave. As soon as I stopped laughing, I peaced out for home where I lazed around until Pete and Tyson came over.

We sit in my room until Tyson and I grow weary of hearing Pete whine about how hungry he is. We give in to him by heading to Tyson's to make some pasta roni, or whatever, and it was all very un good. Kalli and Sydney met up with us, and pretty soon we were on our way to My Fro Yo, which is pretty much my new favorite place.

We met up with quite a few people at the wonderful establishment of sub freezing dairy products, and had a jolly old time. Gareth, Connie, and Brenna met up with us at this point, and finally all the chill people head to the spinny park.

Dani, Amber, Mick, Josh, and Josh all met up with us at the park and a jolly time was had by all, other people flowed in and out and it was just another dandy night in the Tri Cities.

It's nights like tonight I'm really going to miss.

This is gonna be a short one

People have developed this strange habit of thinking my life is interesting.

They tend to acquire this strange train of thought soon after reading my blog.

I have sad news for you readers; my life is really rather boring most of the time.

You all are quite aware that there are several things in this world that annoy me. Ranking up toward the top of that list is those individuals who hold themselves on a pedestal above everyone else.

In a word, cocky.

So keep that in mind as a I say this: I think that my writing skills are slightly above average.

As you may have guessed, I don't say that in a bragging way, just sort of an "Oh, hey. That's cool I guess."

Wrapping all of that up, my life isn't all that exciting, I have simply developed a writing style which allows me to describe the events of my daily being alive-ness in a way that makes it slightly entertaining to read.

With that in mind, I'm going to recap my Wednesday, beginning on Christmas of 2009.

Probably the most useful thing I received for the holy holiday was my CamelBak water bottle.

After just a few days of having it in my ownership, it was at my side at all times ready to rehydrate the easily dehydrateable person that is me.

Sadly, after about 7 months of using it every damn day it decided to give up on me and die.

So I go to Target and buy a new one.

I've had it about 4 days, and last night I can't find it to save my life and I'm freaking out.

I begin to root through my car like a madman, and give up after checking behind my subwoofers (located in my trunk directly behind the back seats) by pulling the box back a few inches.

At the time I thought nothing of it, but when I got into my car to go to work at 8:05 this morning and turned my car on to hear nothing but the purr of the 2.5 liter beast, I begin to worry.

I get all the way to work and am rooting around in my trunk looking like a complete fool before I realize what must have happened, and noticed that two wires are justa hanging loosey goosey.

After a massive sigh, the realization that it's 8:27 hit's me and I walk into CBRC.

Work had a crazy amount of ups and downs.

I got to nap.

We went to see Ice Age 3, and after a few minutes of realizing it was the same damn movie Disney has been making for decades, I lose interest and nod off.

I wake up near the end, and the 8 year old next to me flips out and asks why I was asleep.

A few seconds later I nodded off again and almost fell on the shoulder of the kid next to me.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful minus George (from yesterday) repeating yesterday's act.

I walk to the indoor pool to retrieve George from swim lessons.

George will not get out of the hot tub.

I tell Alden, he's going fishing. Fishing for a 4 year old.

He casts his reel and gets a solid bite, and hands he his squirming, squealing catch to take back to the rockwall room.

20 minutes later George is making the whining noise and it just sorta bounces off me.

5:30 finally rolls around, and I get to go home.

Wait, no I don't, it seems that a total of 12 kids' parents think that we are actually open until whenever they feel like picking their children up. We are pretty explicit about charging 5 dollars for every 15 minutes they are late picking up their children, yet they still whine, make excuses, and try to get out of it.

It's like I'm in elementary school and I'm explaining to my teacher why there was no possible way I could do my math homework, and it is in no way my fault.

The highlight of the day was this: Josh and I are talking during lunch, and a kid runs up to us in a panic and says this:

"Guys, I'm really hungry, but I don't want to eat. What should I do?"

It was at this point, that two kids start to act up. We are going to refer to them as Kaden and Ian.

Ian called Kaden stupid, and so Kaden threw a gold fish at Ian.

They resolve this situation by running up to me and whining about it, simultaneously convinced that they both did nothing wrong.

I say "I'll be right back guys."

And I go on my break.

Following work, I traveled immediately to Josh's to do a few minor things to my car. Sound system fixed, and now it is nice and shiny inside and out.

It's all dandy except now it had developed a quirk that entails the car not starting unless the positive terminal on the battery has been mashed down a bit.

Yea, I kinda wanna kick my car in the balls right now.

Or maybe just do autocross with it.

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Poppin corn!

It's been a weird couple of days.

Listen to this.

Click on the thing above this text, and listen to the 19 second sound clip.

Then, imagine that, in a small room, for 25 minutes. Non stop.

That's all I really remember from Monday at work. Near the end of the day, this kid who we'll call George, doesn't want to go to swim lessons.

So we take him to the pool anyway like we are supposed to, and he starts to do that.

And he won't stop.

He refuses to get in the pool, and so after much fussing he is taken back to the main room where he still won't stop crying.*

After a few minutes, he is such a distraction that he can't be around the other kids anymore.

So I take him to a different room with an older kid, and we try to calm him down.

Absolutely nothing works, and eventually we have to call his parents to pick him up asap.

I ask two of the kids "Would you guys work here for 8.55 an hour?"

They look at each other, look back at me, and in unison answer "NO."

It was not the best Monday at work.

*He never actually produced tears. What you heard in that audio clip was it, if you looked at him it looks like he's crying because of his facial expression. But I assure you, he was just freaking out for no reason and was no actually crying.

Remember the speeding ticket I told you about?

I came home on Monday and my Dad still hadn't heard about it.

So I walk up and spill it all at once.

"Hey Dad. I got a 300 dollar speeding ticket last night."

He talks casually for a few seconds, and then works himself into a sort of hissy fit and the conversation ends with him saying "If you get another ticket, I'm selling that piece of shit and buy you a junker and you will like it. Now get the hell away from me so I can calm down."

It was not the best Monday at home.

From home I went to Kaden's. The mood was thick with despair, as soon we would be travelling to the vet to put down Pumpkin, the Mathis family cat of 19 years who lived to be 22.

I kinda liked that cat. She had a funny habit of walking into a room full of people, wobbling over to me, and sneezing on whatever body part she could find.

On more than a few occasions, I would bow my head to her level, and she would do a sort of head but that looked pretty cool. Then she would usually sneeze in my hair.

Kaden's mom said it best when she described Pumpkin's meows: "She has one noise, and one volume level."

If you have ever been to Kaden's for an extended period of time, you have probably heard a random yet extremely loud "MAAAOOOWWWWWWWW" that is probably repeated several times and ended with a strangely human sounding sneeze.

Last night a few of us gathered in a small exam room at the Vet place near Sonic, and watched as Pumpkin slowly and peacefully drifted off.

It was not the best Monday.

The early morning hours of Tuesday were spent reading about how I can modify my exhaust system on my car so it is back to legal status. This was followed by sleep until around 11.

Woke up, showered, went to work, went to Carmike.

A few weeks ago my mother and sister made me promise I would see Toy Story 3 with them. So today we finally did. We were 3 of 7 people in the theater.

Yea, it was like the greatest movie ever. Kind of perfect.

I thought it was really cool how we, as a generation, more or less grew up with that series. It kind of made me want to dig my Buzz Lightyear out of the attic.

From the theater I went to Kaden's where I had some fun on the telephone.

The situation is: My exhaust system is illegal because it is too loud. The system is aftermarket and cost over 600 dollars to the previous owner. Naturally, I don't want to have to replace it all.

So, my question was do I have to replace it all, or just the muffler?

To me, it seems like a reasonable enough question. Apparently it wasn't.

I call the Richland Police Department. I ask them.

The lady on the phone replies with a confused "Uhm... Did you get your ticket in Richland?"

No, I got it in West.

"Well you have to call West Richland PD then."

Click.

Hokay, correct me if I'm wrong: I violated a Washington State law. Richland is in Washington. Why does it matter where in Washington I got the ticket? I'm relatively confident the laws concerning exhaust systems are quite similar from Richland to West Richland.

So I call West Richland PD.

They have no clue, and connect me to an on duty officer.

They have no clue, and connect me to the state patrol office.

Shocker: They have no clue. They tell me to ask a mechanic.

So, a random mechanic is supposed to know more about Washington State law than the state patrol office?

After calling those 4 places, I give up for the moment and head to Midas in Kennewick.

All said and done, a new muffler is going to be about $150.

So right now, absolute worst case scenario is 150+309= $459.

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Then I got hungry.

We met up with Mick, Tyson, Gareth, and Brenna at Wing Stop for some delicious foods, and then went to My Fro Yo for some Fro Yo.... yo.

I didn't hear about this place until Sunday.

Tyson said to me "We should go to my fro yo."

Confusion takes me over. I think he's inviting me to some sort of hair party.

After a brief explanation, it sounds like a cool place.

When I got there today, I was a bit overwhelmed. I wasn't sure if I want to go for a chocolatey or a fruity concoction.

So I did both in the same cup.

Didn't turn out to well.... But I think next time it will be rather enjoyable.

Anyone care to take a guess as to where we went following this?

Yup. From about 8 until 11 I was in the Alberton's parking lot hanging out with random groups of people.

At around 10:30, the manager came out and started shooting angry looks at everyone.

So, being the diplomatic/to the point guy I am, I walk up and ask "Do you want us to leave?"

He doesn't give me a straight answer. He goes on some rant about kids pushing carts into cars, I don't follow it at all and I say "Okay I'll ask them to leave."

He was rather unpleasant about the entire thing. As we all enter our cars to travel from the Albertson's parking lot the parking lot of the sports complex on Keene, I drive by him, roll down my window and say "Have a good night!" and wave.

He looks me in the eye and ignores it.

I sort of wonder why I bother being diplomatic or respectful or whatever. It rarely works in my favor.

Finally there are about 17 cars and roughly 30 people in the parking lot on Keene.

We aren't doing much, and the inevitable occurs: A police cruiser pulls in the parking lot.

He approaches slowly and asks "Are you guys drinking?"

We say no.

He says "Well, park is closed. I'm not really going to sweat it if you guys aren't drinking."

And then he takes off, driving rather unsafely but entertainingly.

The general consensus after this was "Wow, not all cops are complete assholes."

Finally I call it a night.

Driving by the Albertsons parking lot, I see two cops parked next to each other not doing anything.

I remember my question, and drive up to them to give it one last shot.

The first has no clue.

Thankfully, my sanity was kept in tact due to the second officer informing me that replacing the muffler (like the mechanic told me to do) should be fine.

Tomorrow I plan to mail my ticket in requesting a court date.

Bring it on fools.

Tuesday was not the worst.

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