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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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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