This is my buddy's journal, you might learn something or just laugh.
Ok, Prepare to Laugh
Alright, I have all these funny ass things happen to me everyday, and as of now only a few people get to hear about them...that is just wrong. My goal is to allow the whole world to experience my random life and join me as I laugh. So I will be adding to my journal and sharing the joys of my life with you all.
P.S. If you don't know me that well you might not know what a horrible speller I am. So please ignore all grammatical and spelling errors.
November 22, 2004
So Dave, Wiz and I were bored tonight and started talking about girls and what not. We decided it wasn't fair that God gave them "that time of month" and left out us men. So this is what we decided was a fair resolution for us forgotten men. I give you The Man Period.
1.) Shall commence once a month for approximately 7 days
2.) Sex and no talking at least twice a day is required
3.) Man may appear to be extra annoyed with women
4.) Man may be extra horny
5.) women must tend to the Man’s extra needs
6.) There is no need for the women to understand The Man Period
7.) The Man Period may occur more than once a month, and/or last the entire month(s)
8.) women may trigger The Man Period at any time for any reason
9.) The Man’s midol is beer consumption
10.) Symptoms shall not coincide with “The woman Period”
So there you go. Ohh by the way, it's up one our fridge if you want to see the original copy.
February 16, 2004
THE FOLLING STORY WAS WRITTEN BY MY BUDDY DAVE PRIOR. ITS KINDA LONG BUT REALLY WORTH IT...I MEAN I PUT IT ON THE JOURNAL AFTER 4 MONTHS:
I recently moved to the wonderful city of East Lansing. I say wonderful
because I'm sarcastic, and a bit drunk, and everything is wonderful when
you're drunk. I don't think I've ever been to a town that is more dark during
the day when you're trying to be productive, and that has more light
pollution at night when you're trying to sleep. Aside from that, it's cold and slushy
nearly all the time, and when there's no slush there's a lot of ice that used
to be slush. So anyways, I needed to get internet at my apartment so that I
could communicate with the one person that I knew in East Lansing during those
odd times that he didn't answer his cell phone. Comcast was the only really
viable service provider in the area, so I thought I would give them a call. I
had to borrow a phone book to do this, which might not seem like a big deal,
but the little details of the story add up into a huge crescendo of stupidity
in the end, so just bear with me. I looked up Comcast in the telephone book,
and there were two numbers listed.
I called the first number, 1-800-824-2000. An automated voice proceeded to
tell me that Comcast didn't offer service in "my area" and that I had to call
the "local number" in "my area". Strange as this seemed, I didn't really think
too much of it, and proceeded to dial the second number in the yellow pages,
another 1-800 number. Upon getting through to yet another automated voice, I
was informed that indeed there was no Comcast services to be had in "my area"
and that I should call the Comcast customer service line at 1-800-824-2000.
This was just the first in a series of events that would prevent me from
getting internet service.
I figured out after a few short moments that maybe my North Carolina area
code on my cell phone had something to do with the whole business of "my area".
I thus contacted my only contact in East Lansing, one Tommy Parker. I used
his cell phone and dialed the 1-800-824-2000 number, and was told by the
automated voice that I would have to persevere through several tedious menu items
before being ultimately connected to yet another automated voice. This new voice
finally gave me the option of staying on the line and talking to a real
person, an option I gladly accepted. I was then in contact with Chris, who said
that he thought it was funny that I couldn't get through to Comcast because of
my lack of a local telephone. I thought to myself that it was "funny, haha,
you can't get my business you stupid prick", but I knew that there weren't too
many other options, so I let Chris slide on being a douche.So I finally set up
an account with Comcast, and Chris told me that I had the option of self
installation, or that I could have someone install the cable for an additional
49.50. I said, "how complicated is it to install the cable?" Chris replied, "oh
it's quite simple, I'm sure you can do it", so I chose the self installation,
saving me the 49.50. I was to expect a service person between the hours of 8
a.m. and noon on the following Friday.
I awoke in time for what I thought would be the day of the delivery in plenty
of time to receive any and everything that would come with the Comcast
service person. I received a phone call from 1-800-824-2000 at 11:15, with no
voicemail, and still no delivery. I called back, and got the automated voice
saying that Comcast was unable to offer service in my area, and that I should try
the local number. "How helpful", I thought to myself. I called Tommy Parker
and woke him up to see if he could call Comcast from his phone and find out if
I had gotten the day wrong. He did call, and spoke with Kristy, who told him
that she would "check into it" and "call him back" within 15 minutes. At
12:30, there still was no delivery, and no call from Tommy, so I called him back.
He reported to me that Kristy had NOT called him back in the allotted time,
but that he would make another call to 1-800-824-comcast sucks a fat nut.
Tommy called, and spoke with yet another "customer service representative" i.e.
dumb fuck who can answer phones, and she told him that I should expect delivery
"between 8 and 12". Tommy said, "but it's after 12, are they still going to
deliver?" The woman again said, "yes, delivery is scheduled from 8 to 12".
Tommy replied, "yes, I KNOW, but it's AFTER 12, are they STILL going to
DELIVER?" The woman replied, "yes, he should expect delivery between 8 and 12."
Tommy then hung up, and called me reporting the most helpful information. At
about this time, I received a knock on my door, which gave me the false hope that
perhaps the Comcast people were simply late, and that everything was fine. I
opened the door to find two strange and haggard men outside my door, looking
like they were missing the third stooge, and were hopefully going to find him
in my apartment. The one in the front mumbled "can we check your (insert
something incoherent here)". I said, "Um, I'm sure it's fine, but thanks anyways"
and closed the door. As I was closing the door, I noticed a sheet of paper
attached to the doorknob, which I took inside before captain sketchball and his
sidekick could get a better look around. On the piece of paper read, "The one
condition for receiving Comcast's amazing high speed internet is that you
have to be home to receive it!". Wow, how fucking gay. The delivery person must
have been a ninja in a previous life, because I think I would have heard a
pin drop outside my apartment that day I was so anxious to get internet.
So fucking gay. Anyways, I called Tommy and told him what happened, and he
said that he had to go do some swimming thing which was going to take a long
time, and he was unable to call Comcast back. I did the one thing that anyone
would do when being dicked over, I called mom. She was in a meeting, but said
that she would call Comcast and work things out. Later, I got a phone call
from her, and she was on another phone with Chris at Comcast at the same time.
She relayed the story of my lack of ability to get a hold of anyone at
Comcast, and rescheduled the internet delivery for me. Thanks mom. Finally, a
service man came and hooked up the cable, and the modem. I asked him, "so what's
the difference between self install and regular installation?". He handed me a
disk and said, "normally, if you don't choose self install, I would put this
disk in your computer and set everything up for you." Wow, so I saved 49.50
by not having someone put a disk in my computer. So then, Tommy came over, and
I told him that I was just one step away from having my internet. I put the
disk in the computer, ran the installation process, and everything was working
fine until the step about "connecting to the network" test. I tried the
test, and it "failed" but the software instructions said that this step "wasn't
necessary to connect to the network". Oh great, because for a minute there I
thought I would have to connect to the network to connect to the network, but
apparently that isn't necessary.
I then called the 1-800 number that the installation guy gave me to call if
I had any problems. That put my total at three 1-800 numbers. I talked to
Gary who walked me through the installation disk step by step, until we got to
the part about "connecting to the network" test. He told me to just run the
test, and that everything would be fine. I ran the test, and again, it said
that I couldn't connect to the network, but this step wasn't essential for
setting up Comcast internet. In effect, I set up a useless icon on my desktop
because I couldn't connect to the network, but hey, at least I had that useless
icon, and that was good enough for Comcast, fucking assholes! So, I forgot to
mention this part, but the whole time I was talking to Gary I was on speaker
phone because I was typing at the same time. At the end of the unsuccessful
troubleshooting advice, Gary told me this: "Dave, I'm going to give you a number
you can call to speak with a Comcast representative about getting this fixed."
Tommy was in the room just in time to bust a gut laughing as Gary very calmly
and deliberately told me to call "One-eight hundred-ah lemme see, oh yeah,
one eight hundred, eight two four, two thousand". "Holy shit!" Tommy exclaimed,
and fell on my bed rolling. Ok, this was awesome. I called my mom back, and
she got yet a fourth 1-800 number for me to try. I called that number and
got a hold of Stacy, who told me that I had called the number for cable
television service, and she wanted to know if I needed HBO and Showtime. I told her
that my real problem was with my internet, and she gave me a sixth and final
1-800 number to call. I talked with a guy named Phil for about half an hour,
and finally got set up to the internet. What was my homepage when I was finally
able to connect to the network? That's right folks, you guessed it,
www.comcast.com.
October 15, 2003 10:30am
Well once I get done with polo and actually have some free time I will be writing in the journal again, and I definitely have missed some good entries but last night definitely deserves one. I went out to GVSU to see the Black Eyed Peas concert with my brother. I got there 10 min late thinking I was going to be stuck in the back of the arena b/c it was open seating…well it was in a field house and we were about 8 rows back from the stage. Why everyone else went and sat on the sides who knows, but I didn’t care. 14 bucks basically for 8th row for the Peas…hell yeah. So this guy Common opens, who I had never heard of, but he was really good. Straight up Hip-Hop, I really have a new respect for the free styling after seeing him perform. You should download “The Light” by Common if you get a chance. He performed for an hour then the Peas came on. Great Concert, they did some of their old and new songs, the place was hopin’ it was just a great private concert. I don’t know if you have seen pictures of them or their video, but the chic is really hot. In the middle of one of their songs she starts singing and doing this belly dance, and I literally start biting my hand…she then looks at me, smiles, and then winks…I KID YOU NOT. That made my day. They then went on to do some more free styling and break dancing which is always cool to see, and then ended with “where is the love.” After it ended the chic says, “We are selling shirts come and say hi.” So we went out to see if we could really “say hi,” and we did. My bro got a t-shirt and poster and I got a poster (no shirt b/c due to the lack of funds). Anyway I got all their autographs and got to talk to them for a bit (b/c not many people stayed to meet them, again why not stay, who knows). The chic was the last in line, and when my bro got to her, she looked up and said, “Are you…” I stopped her and said, “No, just brothers not twins.” She laughed, and said “now that was funny,” then looked up and just smiled again. I told her they need to come up to State, and she said there was talk of doing that sometime, and said they wanted too, which would be cool. Exchanged a few more words and then we headed out at 1am. Got home at 2:30 but it was all worth it. A wink, smile, laugh, and another smile…I was riding high on the way home.
September 1, 2003 4:10
WOW, what a night. It all started off with some wine and 40’s just relaxing in my apt. I really didn’t plan on going out and was going to go to bed early. Around 11:30 Habel and I, along with some of the other guys went up to another apt in the complex to meet the neighbors and check out the party that they were having. It was pretty cool so we stayed and met some of the neighbors, which included a lot of athletes (football, soccer, field hockey). After awhile we met some of the football players that live above us. The freshmen loved the fact that the football players were talking to us. At midnight they brought in a keg and that’s when the fun started. I decided to start drinking, which led to meeting everyone who lives in the complex. During this time I met these girls that I had hung out with at the bar the other night. (they were with the girl that I danced with and then got the bloody nose, its a couple entries earlier). I asked them whatever ever happened to her (Amy), b/c I wanted to give her a call and she gave me this weird look and said, “You know Amy is ‘with’ Angel (another girl that was at the bar that night).” I didn’t know what to say. I mean shit was getting kinda funky on the dance floor, there was no hinting towards the fact that she was there with another girl. Only that would happen to me. Ok so moving on…during this whole time Habel has been talking to one of the football players (Cliff Dukes). Every time I saw Habel with Cliff he was saying "Cliff Dukes is my boy" or "Number 59" I came in the apt around 2 to take a break and Habel busts in the room screaming, “Cliff Dukes is my BOY! I got his jersey.” He kept repeating it every 2 seconds. Cliff had given Habel his jersey from last year and said he had to wear it to every game….yeah wow. And they had also exchanged numbers. Ok, back tracking a little bit…around 1 nick started playing some beer pong. Instead of filling up the 10 cups with 2 beers like normal, he and his partner had been filling them up almost half way. He played 3 games and was so fucked up by the last one that he bounced of the walls at 2 when he came into the apt. After Habel and Nick came back we went out again for an hour to chill some more, and then Nick and I went to go get some pokey sticks. During this time some drunken phone calls were made. Nick called 4 people and during 2 of those messages I ate all but 4 pieces of the pokey sticks that nick paid for…haha. (I had made all my calls early that night and calling twice is just not my style…yeah ok haha). Finally around 3:30 we got back and I took some good video footage of Habel walking around in Cliff’s jersey and of Nick on the couch drunk off his ass. That’s all folks, peace till next time.
August 31, 2003 7:00pm
It’s been a couple days since my last entry so I catch you up. Friday night was a lot of fun. I was completely sober (still trying to kill the bug from mars) but I still had a lot of fun. We had a guy’s team bbq at my apt, got a keg around 7 and at 9:15 it was still 2/3 full, but by 10:30 it was cashed. So we left with 30 people to head out to a party. Now everyone is feeling real good at this point but it still was early. Rodin (a swimmer for those who don’t know) was tipsy so that provided for some entertainment on the way to the frat…haha. We get all the way to this frat and Erika (another swimmer) and her “friendly” glasses, b/c she is a “friendly” person, is meeting everyone and their mother. She is acting interested in everything people have to say while making faces at us, like “what the fuck are they talking about.” We left the frat b/c no one was there, to get 5 blocks away, and friendly Erika tells us the party turned out to be good so we went all the way back. Get there and the population had blown up. Got downstairs and found the swimmers. Within minutes 15-20 swimmers had taking over the dance floor…haha well kinda. Taking over as in taking a lot of space, not busted out sick moves. There was some funny shit said there that is not to be repeated, but it was a good time. Left there around 2 got some pizza and then I drove everyone home. Yesterday we sold raffle tickets before the game as a fundraiser for the team and then watched the game, all while I got burnt to shit. The best part is that my dumb ass wore sunglasses the whole time, so that provided with some tight tan lines on my face. I look like Rudolph the fucking red nose reindeer today…good times. We won the game so that was good. Went out to dinner at Applebee’s…that was fun. Erika asked me if I wanted the cherry that was in my drink (ok, it was on one of the mini swords), to which I replied “sure.” So she takes the cherry and eats it, then asks me, “what do you prefer swords or cherries?” Yeah I lost it. After that people came back here and had some drinks before heading to one of the swimmers place for a bit. I also went home for a bit today to help Chris get his huge ass beer pong table. The whole time we were loading it his dad was looking at us and going “hmm, it might hold.” I replied that we were fine, and later told Chris I was just saying that to make his parents feel better…it was a quality “ohh shit” face from him…all worth it. By the way I along with some help from Chris decided. Tonight is looking to be another chill night but we will see. Peace till next time.
August 28, 2003 5:32pm
Ok let’s start off with the other night at the bar. Get there, drink a little then got asked by this girl to hit the dance floor. And did I hit it, I worked it the best I could, even to the extent that the people I was with were really impressed. Everything was going great, I mean really well so we decided to meet them at Bells Pizza. Get there they are not there, have pizza still not there, and then I get a nose bleed…out of the blue, for no good reason. 5 min later I come out of the bathroom Joe starts laughing at me. This girl along with her friends had come in and left in the time I was in the bathroom, honestly what is my luck. Then we saw them driving by us later, for no reason. When Nick and I got back to my apt, they walked in the building next to us…yeah who knows. By the way Mike Rigali ate 13 pieces of bells pizza that night in a ½ hour…yeah no words to explain it, except DRUNKTIFIED!
Moving on to yesterday. I wake up with a really bad stomach ache so I think to myself; hmm maybe I need more sleep. I miss my first class then wake up and it is still here. I get up have a bowl of cereal wait a little while and its still not going away, so I go back to sleep. ½ hour after I fall back asleep I wake up and puke…awesome. For the next 8 hours I couldn’t stay awake. I would sleep for 2 hours get up and try to do something but would fall asleep after five min at the computer. Joe came in around 430 and said I looked like a zombie. Literally, I woke up one time, went to google.com and fell asleep before I typed anything in. Around 5 I fell asleep again and woke up at 5:30 to puke again. So I fell back asleep till 7, took some Tums and called my doctor. He told me that it was the antibiotics I was taking for my strep that won’t go away, and he would wait till Saturday to put me on a different one. Ok…so for this strep, I have taking pain killers (up to 800mg a day) steroids, 4 different antibiotics, spent a night in the hospital, the 4th antibiotic made me sick, starting a 5th antibiotic on Saturday…WOWEEEE! Dr. Tom’s analysis: I have a secret virus from mars, where a little martian lives in my body and kicks my ass. Peace for now.
August 24, 2003
Well, I got the journal to start working again, don’t really know what the problem was, but who cares. Welcome week…yeah, great parties, hot girls, good times, and my dumb ass. To start the night off Wiz and I go pick up his gf and some of her friends. We have to pile them in the car so one of them was sitting up front with me. After she got in I closed the door then 5 seconds later she says, “owww, my hand.” I look up at her hand and the whole thing is in the door…I don’t even know how the door could close. So I finally found the handle and opened the door, expecting to see a mangled hand. She starts crying and I’m thinking, “oh my god I just killed this girls hand. But…it was ok, thank god. No broken bones, everything worked ok. Then we got back to the apt and this sophomore girl in 1 hour drank herself retarded and had to be taking to her bf’s to be taken care off. We I say taken over to her bf’s I mean Wiz had to literally carry her down the street. We walked over to the swimmer party and Ian all of a sudden has acquired some chic who says, “hey you’re a sophomore too…wow” like she had just found the only other sophomore on campus. Then she asked where was from, and he told her South Africa, with a disappointed look on her face she said “ohh I thought it was London” to which he replied “I could be from London if you keep grabbing my ass.” We died, I mean really. We got to the party, had a good time, and then got a ride back with some of the swimmers. When I was getting in the car I hit my shin, and it really hurt, so the whole car ride back I kept asking everyone if we could stop at Sparrow (the hospital) to pick me up a new shin…retarded. After we got back Habel and I walked to Gumby’s and got some food, and on the way back we were walking behind this girl who kept saying “stay, stay don’t move.” So Habel starts going, and soon after I joined in “sit, lay, stay, heal, don’t move.” We get to the corner and I realize that I know this girl, Habel took the food and I went with this girl looking for her friends with her…lets just say this, it was interesting…I’ll leave it at that. Peace till next time.
July 14, 2003 12:50pm
This past weekend was a lot of fun. Thursday night I saw “Pirates of the Caribbean” which was a good flick. The special effects were good, Disney did a good job. Then on Friday I went up to Ann Arbor with Chris to chill at his friend’s house. He got up there before me so it was very interesting trying to find this place. When I asked him for directions I got (in a drunken mumble), “Go to this street with the place, yeah, turn there then go to the other street and go right, well kinda the street continues, then park in the garage and look for the red house, when you get there its apt. 1218.” Well it took 15 just to find the red house. I eventually went to the top of the parking structure to look around for the red house, found it then called my buddy when I got to it. He then started yelling my name 2 houses away from where I was...he was at a house, not an apartment (it was one of those houses that had been split into apartments…yeah. Got inside and they were playing beer pong, well not much of a game they had covered the table with glasses of beer so you couldn’t even see the table. After I had been there for 5 min people started to throw up. We played that for awhile then went outside to chill/ drink when I see this officer walking straight up to us, in the dark so I couldn’t see anything but the uniform. My bitch ass ran in the house, to the bathroom, threw my beer somewhere, and then sat on the couch like nothing had happened. There was no way I was getting a MIP 2 weeks before I turn 21. It ended up being Heather, she had just finished doing her police volunteer work…very cool, wait no. After I finally calmed down we played some poker till 4 in the morning. A very chill dime, quarter, fifty cent game eventually turned into this “pot building” game where people we signing IOU’s for 64 bucks. It went around forever and no one wanted to lose the 64 bucks in the pot, so people went up, down 64 big ones faster than…yeah I don’t have a “faster than…..” right now. I finished out 16 up while Chris finished 96 in the hole…(insane laughter). On Saturday I went out with my buddy Brad to see “Pirates of the Caribbean” again, but it was still good. Then after we went to my friend’s house to chill in her pool for awhile, which is always an experience. Last night I went to play Laser Tag at this place “Laser Quest.” Actually it was a lot of fun. We played 3 games of 20 min and had a great time. I hadn’t been there since I was 10 (when I won) and this time there were just 5 of us, but I had a much better advantage, I could see if the barricades…ah ha! The best part of the whole night was when this girl got her foot caught on this board, did a 360, and fell off the board then got up to get her certificate (they hand one out at the end of each game) and acted like nothing happened. Of course I died, but then I was ok, but I saw some other guy start to laugh so I had to excuse myself from the place…I fell down on the pavement laughing after I got outside. Who does that? Anyway peace till next time.
P.S. If anyone is doing something exciting/ different this weekend let me know, or if you have a wave runner and want to give it to me that is always good too…haha jk.
July 10, 2003 12:40am
Holy shit kids, shit is funny these days. Yesterday I went to go see T3, I was never really into the first two, maybe b/c I watched them 4 years ago and the special effects weren’t that cool then, but I still like them. Anyway we are watching the movie and Arnold is throwing out his one liners which is good for a chuckle but then…this chic picks up this gun and kills one of the machines, to which the guy who likes her says, “you remind me of my mother” and then gives her a look like ‘lets fuck.’ I died in the theater, no one else laughed of course but I did, then said, “Oedipus…ummm yeah…ok,” which emitted more laughter. The only people who laughed were laughing at me b/c I was laughing, so typical. Overall I thought the movie was pretty good, definitely worth a see in the theater. Ok, now to the really funny shit. My buddy and I watched the Animatrix tonight, which is very good by the way, and then we watched some of the bonus features, and we get to this one that is about the creation of Japanimation. In this one part the Japanese guy says, “wo ching to ew saw too LOW BUDGET sat a fing to.” The subtitle read “we’re used to creating things with a low budget and a short schedule.” Why he said “low budget” in English I will never know, I guess they don’t have the words “low” and “budget” in the Japanese language. My buddy and I died; we rewound the DVD at least 10 times. After that there was this guy who pops up on the screen to say something, he was a huge fat man, with long puffy hair and a big puffy red beard, had glasses…basically he looked ridiculous to begin with. Then his name popped up “Harry Knowles” and was the editor of “Ain’t it cool news.” I paused the TV b/c I couldn’t believe his name, and of course I paused it while he was making the stupidest face possible. We fell of the couch laughing for 30 min I kid you not. After 15 min of straight laughing my mom came downstairs to see if we were ok and said “guys what are you laughing at, something earlier in the movie?...the TV is paused.” To which she kept repeating the name and asking why it was so funny, this only caused us to laugh harder to the point where I couldn’t even stop if I wanted to and it hurt to laugh. Every time we started to calm down we would look up at the TV and see this guy and laugh again. Then we would look again and notice the psycho guy he had on his shirt, the Rollerball poster behind him, or another time was the man the looked like he was dressed up as a human condom. There was just no stopping the laughter. 15 min later we finally started to calm down, but the picture of Harry Knowles was still on the TV so we laughed some more. You guys have to see this guy…wow. Finally another guy says, “That would be niths” instead of “that would be nice.” I didn’t think I could laugh much more but ohh I did. Wow. I coughed a couple of times after I laughed and I swear my lung is somewhere in my basement, I know I coughed it up Maybe you had to have been there but I haven’t laughed that hard and long in a long time. Peace till next time.
July 7, 2003 2:05pm
Well another week has gone by. Taught a shit load of lessons again last week, then on July 4th my bro, buddy Geoff and I went to one of the lakes that I’m teaching at to hang for the day. (I was invited by a couple of the parents). I brought them b/c there is this lifeguard there that is the 2nd hottest girl I have ever personally seen. Tall, blonde, great curves, it’s just ridiculous. I asked her where she went to school thinking, she looks 25 so is probably 20, anyway…she said, “oh no where.” I said, “I thought you said last year you were going to school somewhere?” At this point she gave me a really weird look and said, “I have another year of high school left.” YEAH RAH! Oh well you win some and lose some. Then that night I went to Ann Arbor to visit my friend Mary who said, “you should come up and I can for sure get you into the bar I work at.” You can guess what happened next, got there, chilled for a little bit then went to the bar. She gave the bouncer a hug and said, “these are my two friends were not going to stay long” and then the bouncer said, “ok but I still need to see his ID.” Well it’s a damn good thing that I don’t look like I’m 12 in my ID…wait no and then add the fat red bold letters that say Under 21…awesome. So we stood right by the door for a few minutes and then left to go back to the apartment. So basically I drove 45 to sleep on a shitty mattress with no air condition when it was 90 degrees outside. I also played Frisbee golf a couple of times this weekend for the first time which was a lot of fun, then yesterday I did some yard work for Mr. Prior (Dave’s dad). Made some good dough and learned how to install a new faucet outside. He wanted another hose on the side of the house to he was downstairs welding some cooper pipes together when Robert comes upstairs laughing and says “the beam above the pips just caught on fire…I died b/c he had to turn off the water to do weld the pipes and only had a bucket for of water with a rag to put the fire out. Then I went downstairs and he said, “hold this pipe to the wall while I heat it, but make sure you use that wet rag b/c it’s really hot.” Well I held it to the wall, and then thought to myself dang this is hot, after about a minute of this I took my hand off the pipe and realized that I had burnt my finger to the point where I have no feeling anymore on part of it. Wow, at least I know how to make a faucet outside though. Peace till next time.
July 1, 2003 11:05pm
Wow, I think this is the longest I have gone without a journal entry since I started it back in April. I do have a good excuse though…I have been getting up at 7 to work out (it’s the only time I can) then I teach lessons all day and by the time I get home I’m useless. Also last week I would get home at 6:45 from lessons and then go right to that swing dance thing. It went really well; regardless that we had to do it in the grass (they took the stage away b/c it was raining earlier). Other than that I went to Canadia on Friday, took my bro for his 19th bday, which was April 30th. (Just FYI…on Sat. at 5am was going to leave with my dad to go to this business convention in traverse so I wanted to get home around 2 to get some sleep. I was going to go then my dad said we weren’t going when I left, so we took our dear time getting there, and around 10:30 called and said we were going again…yeah, ok back to the story). Let me tell you, Robert is retarded when he drinks. First of all everyone was buying him shots and what not, so that didn’t help, I would have him keep drinking not knowing everyone else was also buying for him. We started at Pat O’Ryans around 10, and there was some hot 30 year olds, and then moved on to Woody’s. Right before we got to Woody’s which was about ½ mile away my bro realizes that he doesn’t know where his ID is…GREAT! So we walked all the way back to Pat O’Ryans and he must have counted his lucky stars b/c one of the bouncers had picked it up. Make it all the way back to Woody’s and of course now there is a line…good times. Get in drink some more (not me though I was driven so I just laughed at the retards) and then hit the dance floor for a bit. This next part is so typical. I start walking over to this hot red head, who I had been exchanging smiles with, when this random not so hot chic stops me and just starts dancing with me. I didn’t want to be rude so I finished the song with her and then tried to move closer to the other girl who had been laughing that I couldn’t get away from her…yeah. So I motion to Robert and my buddy Paul to come bail me out, you know dance with her for a bit so I could go for the red head, but no…total fucking gayness they just stood there dumbfounded acting like the retards that they were. Finally I get away from this random ass girl and of course….the hot red head is gone….awesome. Bar closes, takes 15 just to start to leave, and we start to head back to the car, the time is 2:15. At 3:15 we reached the car, could have taken 15 min but we got side tracked when everyone and their mother wanted something to eat, my brother decided to hand on light poles to hold himself up and sit on random street corners (I guess he wanted to know what it felt like to be homeless or something). At 3:30 we crossed the border when the said our car was going to be part of the random check, (so much for me 100% never being checked record). Basically the cops, while yawning opened then doors, shut them and walked away. We got home at 4 and by the time I packed both my and my brothers stuff (he decided to go too) it was 4:45 and I just got in the car and left. Wake up at Traverse City tired as shit, we change into our suits in the car and go in for this convention, which was awesome (I’ll tell you about it in another entry). Yeah, and now I’m back to lessons. I’ll hit you up with a couple entries tomorrow. Peace.
June 19, 2003 10:47pm
Let me say this…teaching in 65 degree weather, with 30-40 mph gusts of wind, in a lake, with kids who have no body fat, and their parents want you to work miracles and have them swimming the lake in 2 weeks is a TON OF FUN! I did have a lot of funny things happen to me lately, but I have been so busy I didn’t have time to enter shit in the journal. First of all I got blatantly hit on by a mom. To make a long story short I told her earlier that her 3 year old daughter needed private lessons and then later she tells me, in front of 2 other moms, that she told her son after I said that, “oh he could give me a private anytime.” Yeah, not a milf, that would have been awesome, just a mom, but yeah. The next day she made me repeat what she said to another mom and told me after the lesson that’s what all the moms talk about on the beach she just had the guts to say something… VIOLATION, I have been violated. So teaching at this lake has been an interesting experience. Other than that, lessons have started off, that days are long and are just going to get longer when next week I literally go from 9-9 with my only breaks being driving from lesson to lesson. It’s awesome money though so I’m not really complaining. I have also been dancing in a swing number that will be performing at Shane Park in Birmingham next Thursday the 26th around 7pm when the Glen Miller Band comes and plays. It’s a pretty big thing; they are expecting a few thousand people so if you want to add to that feel free. After wards the 6 (maybe 8) people who are dancing in are going back to my friend’s house for a pool party and some beers, if you come you are more than welcome to join us. By the way the other day when Lindsay was sitting on the lifeguard stand a bird literally flew into her head, bounced off and flew away…hahaha. Peace till next time.
June 13, 2003 5:30pm
Last night was a classic night my friends. Chris and I went to the Journey, REO Speed Wagon, and Styx concert. Journey was the shit, and the other two bands were ok. Chris paid 60 big ones to here the three Journey songs he knew, which was worth it, but I’m a huge journey fan. So we get there and sit through Styx, eh it was ok, I just don’t know any of their stuff. After Styx played Chris leans over and says “dude those chicks are making out 2 rows down.” I looked over and see this guy with long red hair and then this chic making out, to which I replied, “no that’s a guy, he probably spends an hour blow drying his hair.” Then Chris goes, “he gets blown more than I do.” That was funny. Then REO came on and we watched the first ½ of their show and then the both of us needed to take a piss. We get up and start walking towards the door at the top of the Joe (we sat in fucking nose bleed) and then I say to the usher, “can I get to a bathroom through there?” and he just opened the door and said something with a three in it so I assumed it meant third level. We got into the staircase and started walking up and he followed us up and didn’t say “stop” or “downstairs” so we kept walking. We open the door and then he mumbles something and at this point we realize that he is mentally retarded but kept walking, and then we looked around and noticed that we were on the suite level…yeah. So we are walking around trying to find this bathroom, and of course there isn’t one b/c each suite has a bathroom, and finally we realize that we had walked around the whole thing. When then decided to ask someone if we could use their sweet, and we asked this chic if we could and she said “oh I don’t have a suite” yeah my anus. Finally we take the elevator back down after hoping some hot ass chicks would call us into their room, but that never happened, took a piss then watched the rest of REO and Journey. It took fucking forever to get out of the parking lot, god only knows why, I think there was a wreck but who knows. We were almost to the highway when I see an abandon building and tell Chris this story about the time when Dave and I were driving and saw an abandon building with all of these flashing lights, and there wasn’t suppose to be anything in there…yeah it freaked me out, and I still wonder what might have been in there. Then Chris goes, “like what the ghost that would cum on your face.” That was the line of the night. It was just a classic night. Peace till next time.
June 11, 2003 11:55pm
This is a great story my friends, a classic, and pretty much sums up my best friend and I. My mom wakes me up last night at 4 and says, “Dave’s on the phone he should go to the hospital, he thinks he has what you have (I had something called testicular torsion 6 years ago, ask me if you really want to know…lets say this, ungodly like pain, and now I’m half man half machine, buts its one of the funniest stories you will ever hear...haha).” Wow, ok if you know me at all, when I wake up I am delusional for the first 5 minutes. Ok so I pick up the phone and here is the conversation that followed:
Me: Hey man are you ok?
Dave: Tommy…my balls…ow…hurting
Me: What time is it?
Dave: 4:30
Me: Do you think you have what I had?
Dave: Yes, my balls really hurt, and I got light headed from the pain.
Me: Does it feel like someone kicked you in the balls, but it didn’t really what happened?
Dave: Yes
Me: What time is it?
Dave: 4:30
Me: Is one ball swollen?
Dave: I think so?
Me: What time is it?
Dave: 4:30
Me: Ok, well what else are you feeling?
Dave: I feel my ball moving around…
Me: Dude go to the hospital.
Dave: Ok.
Click
I wake up this morning and there is a note that says, “Dave called, passed kidney stone, is ok.” Wow that would have sucked. I thought everyone might get a laugh out of that, you all know I did. When I talked to Dave today we spent most of the time laughing about that ridiculous conversation and then he told me what happened. First of all he lives 3 blocks from the hospital but he still drove there, and when he got there walked into the children’s hospital. Now picture this, random guy looks like he is drunk he was so tired and in so much pain, walking into a children’s hospital holding his balls…haha. Finally some janitor showed him to the ER. When he got there and finally got a room a woman doctor came in, pulled up the gown and said, “lets take a look” then according to Dave, proceeded to yank and pull at his balls. It’s a good thing he wasn’t in pain or anything. Finally the decided that he had passed a kidney stone earlier and was going to be ok. That’s just a classic Dave story, thought you all would enjoy it. Peace till next time.
June 9, 2003 12:20pm
Last night I went to a few grad parties with my buddy Geoff, basically I needed dinner, but I knew them and my family was invited, so it’s all good. After the parties we went to see the matrix, for the second time, and yes that movie is the shit. Played the game too, worth a buy just for the fact that it has a lot of scenes that they left out of the movie, and the game is tight too. Anyway we are driving back from the theater and Geoff revved his engine (he doesn’t have a muffler so its got a tight growl to it) and we hear this “clang.” He pulls to the side of the road and we see the pipe that connects his engine to his muffler on ground, only attached where the muffler used to be…hahaha. After a lot of “ohh shit’s” and laughing he called his Dad and he came with some wire and rope. We jacked the car up and his dad said “I’ve done this before and if you can get this wire to work that would be best.” His dad looked under the car and said “ok get to work.” So we went at while his Dad bitched at him, and questioning everything we were doing, I laughed…Geoff got pissed, it was fun. We finally got the pipe off the ground and tied off the wire and drove home after an hour and a half of lying under a car, having shit fall on my face, and rain on the rest of me. It made for a classic journal entry. Peace.
June 9, 2003 11:55am
On Saturday I went to visit my friend Lindsay in Gross point, and let me tell you if you know her, don’t ever ask for directions. I was going to meet her at her friend’s house and then we were going to see a movie. She got me to the main street that the subdivision was off of, and then said “when you get there (Mac) turn right and then the street is like the third one on your left.” So I’m looking at all the streets on my left and none of them are right. I circled back, and still couldn’t find the street so I thought, maybe I turned the wrong way on Mac. I went down the other way, still nothing, so after 10 minutes of looking I called Lindsay. Told here I was by the Big Boy, which was about the 10th street on my left, and she said “oh my god what are you doing, you are so far away.” Like I knew where the hell I was. She me to turn around and go back the other way (which I found out later that it was the wrong way), didn’t find the street there so I turned around. When I finally got to the street it was about 15 streets away and I had to go through a main road that she said nothing about…good times. I turned down the street and she said "It's like just a few houses down." Yeah, 4 blocks later I found the house...enough said. After that we went to see the Italian Job, which had already started so we had to see 2 Fast 2 Furious…yeah don’t see that. Basically there aren’t any “cooler” cars or scenes, its Paul Walker trying to act black and failing. I got another one coming. Peace
June 6, 2003 12:22am
I went to the doctors today because for the past two years my toenails have slowly been turning funky colors, yey for swimming pools. Anyway it just turned out to be athletes foot underneath the toenail, but no tough acting Tinactin for me, I get pills. So she is telling me about the pills and says I really can’t drink on them, a beer here and there isn’t going to do anything, but really stay away from binge drinking, ok not a big deal, annoying but it’s ok. Then I said that my 21st is coming up, she said to stop taking them for a few days and I would be fine…sweet. I asked her if that was all and she said some people (she had never had one) broke out in a rash, yeah I thought I was trying to get rid of some nasty thing not acquire another. Then she went on to say that a very small percentage of people have said they “saw the world in a green tint”……HAHAHAHAHA, ok awesome drug. I then asked her if this drug did anything but cure athletes foot and she said “nope.” I laughed. I thought you would all enjoy that. So if you here me saying “are you wearing green again” or “why is the sky green” you will know why. Peace for now.
June 5, 2003 12:18pm
I was going to put this entry in last night, but I went swimming for the first time in 2 months and was way too tired to do anything but watch a movie. I pushed off a 57 last night after doing 1500 yards and thought that was pretty good for my fat ass. Ok, so let me get to the point of this entry. I was talking to my cousin yesterday because it was her birthday, well actually the day before was her birthday, but it’s all good, and she was saying how “happy” she was that she made the journal. This got me thinking. Every once in a while something will happen and I will say, “that’s going in the journal,” and I get all these weird looks from people, but then it somehow happens that those same people (and it’s not my cousin) will do something funny and say “that better make the journal” or “I better make the journal.” I do enjoy watching all of you do stupid shit, (well mostly it’s me doing the fucked up things) but come on people, it’s a frickin’ journal, not Ed McMahon’s Star Search for the talentedly stupid (yes I made up talentedly, and I want a quarter every time someone says it). It just makes me laugh sometimes (not that I’m ever laughing). Its like the people who watch the reality shows, but say they hate them and think they are stupid, but then you walk in their room and there they are glued to American Idol. Peace till next time.
June 4, 2003 6:00pm
May I comment on this weather…thank you…superior shittiness. Wow I love Michigan. You know it wouldn’t be that bad, except for the fact that I spend my days outside, wet, teaching lessons, did I say teaching, I meant entertaining rich ass kids. During the winter I was thinking to myself, “you know in a few months it’s going to be ridiculously humid and hot outside.” And that’s what got me through February. But now it is June and I have only experienced 4 hot days, but I was in North Carolina at the time, Michigan weather is just shitty. Ok now that I have ranted and raved for a bit let me tell you about this independent film I saw last night. My buddy Geoff and I went to see that movie that one of his friends was in (Dead Undead), some horror flick. It was ok for an independent movie, and was humorous, considering the fact that it was very tongue and cheek. So there is the one “hot blonde” and they are running away from this monster (she was getting ready for bed earlier and had taking off her clothes just her underwear was on, and then never put them back on before they ran out of the house from the monster, why I don’t know, anyway) and then she trips over this stick, twists her ankle and says “I should have warn shows” to which the token black guy says “or clothes.” I busted out laughing. I just thought I would share that with you, maybe you laughed, maybe not, but hey it’s my journal. Other than that not a whole lot has happened. I work during the day, and I haven’t drowned a kid yet, so that’s good. Peace till something else random or funny happens.
June 1, 2003 8:00pm
Time to catch you up. I know, I know, I keep saying I’m going to start to write in the journal every day or two but something always comes up when I think about it, and it usually takes something funny to make me really remember. Today was just such a day, it was my brother’s graduation. First of all the whole fam came to bham for the big graduation. Last night was interesting enough, with dinner, both Grandmas (you know what I mean, its just weird having both you mothers and fathers side of the family together, makes you wonder how you parents ended up getting married, haha)…anyway my cousin Stephanie we talking in the kitchen when she looks over at the cheese cake and remarks “is that cake sinking?” I looked over at the cake and saw a normal cake, so that provided with some laughter. So later Stephanie and I went to blockbuster to get a movie and it took us a half an hour to do so b/c every movie we passed either sucked or someone in the family had seen it. We ended up with The Bourne Identity. Ok, so we head up to the check out guy and he mumbles something then starts laughing…yeah ok. I gave him the info and he said, “4.29,” so I gave him my blockbuster gift card and he swipes it, gives it back to me and I put it back in my wallet. A few seconds later he mumbles something again and then gets annoyed, finally I see him gesturing for the card again, so I give it back to him, he swipes it again, and I said (jokingly) “did it work that time” and he mumbles and laughs again. Actually the laughing was more of an autistic chuckle. I didn’t have enough money on my card (28 cents short) so I dug out 30 cents and he gives me the nickel back and says, “that’s why I’m here” as he flipped around some necklace thing of pennies. We finally get back here and watch the movie, when it starts skipping (it was a DVD). We had to jump forward a whole scene to get it to work, which was awesome for the people who hadn’t seen the movie, not knowing what the fuck was going on. It s a good thing we have those high quality DVD’s now…yey for high quality skipping capabilities. Finally we went to bed.
We went to the graduation ceremony today, it was a typical ceremony except I got to see a friend (this very cute girl) almost fall. She was walking back to her seat after getting her diploma and was waving to her family I would presume, as she is doing this her foot gets caught on the leg of the chair and almost fell, she had to catch herself on the next seat to stop from falling. It was good for a long laugh. I walked by her later and she said hi, but all I could think of was her almost falling so I laughed and just responded “nice fall” and kept walking. Good job Tommy. That’s all for now folks.
May 28, 2003 10:10pm
Here’s the update on the past few days. On Saturday and Sunday I played some ultimate with some of my roommates pals from high school. On Saturday the main field at Groves was being used so we went to the girls softball field to play. Everyone was given each other shit (no pun intended) for playing with their shoes on, so I decided to play with mine off. It was a good 2-hour game and I especially liked sliding and falling in the layer of goose shit that was on the ground. Sunday a few more guys showed up who could play and we got a pretty decent game going. But let me take you back to Saturday. Before we started playing one of Chris’s friends was asking some guy what was going on, and why the field was being used. The guy was the owner of the Detroit Demolition team, (it’s a women’s professional football team, full gear, it’s the real deal). He ended up giving us some tickets to come to the game, and out of extreme curiosity we went to the first quarter. Now let me say I respect these girls and all but the level was like watching a bad high school game. And the announcers didn’t help. But it was all in good fun, and it was entertainment for 15 min, watching the offensive line (which weighs in at 250, 275, 300, and 325) pound on some of the other girls. We left there and went back to one of Chris’s friends house for a bbq, and a bond fire. They have this thing where they put a box in the fire and watch it get really big, then Chris jumps threw it (and he did when I was there) and while going through the fire he yelped like I little girl, it made for a good laugh.
This week has been kinda slow, I’ve been at the Y a couple times but that was about it until this afternoon. I went to the barber shop to get some hairs cut, mind you I have never been to the barber shop in downtown bham, but I thought I would give it a chance (even though I never find a good barber). So I walk in and sit in a this lady’s chair, thinking ok, if this woman cuts my hair she will at least make it look good, yeah that was a bad thought. I let her know I just want a trim on the sides and back nothing big, just a clean up. She said, “Ok so you don’t want to see any skin?” (which was funny for a couple reasons), I said no, not at all. So she starts telling me that she had a shitty memorial day because she went to her sisters and got made fun of. I had to ask why, she tells me that she was married at 17 and now divorced so all her relatives who are married made fun of her b/c she didn’t have someone to be lovey dovey any more with. As she is telling me this I see my hair fall to the ground, all of my hair on the sides was falling to the ground. When she turned me around all I saw was skin on the sides. Total gayness. Peace till next time.
May 24, 2003 3:20pm
So yesterday I was trying to download this song off kazaa, but I couldn't get Kazaa to work on our home computer. The time was noon when I started to try and download this song. I spend an hour downloading versions of kazza, but this message kept coming up saying that I had uninstalled a part of kazza that is needed to run, but I just downloaded the new version and not done anything else with the computer. Gayness. Anyway after an hour of doing that I noted that I couldn't open any windows in the control panel. So I spent 45 min using the help function and the online help, but nothing worked, so I decided to call Dell. Waited for 35 min, on hold, until someone picked up the phone, and let me tell you some one must love me up there because I got this guy who could barely speak english. Half of the time he was helping me was spent having him repeat what he said. For example he would have me type these weird commands in DOS and say (or what sounded like) "D as in jarek, c as in cat, P as in Bat...the list could go on." That was fun. After an hour of this, and not accomplishing anything, he told me he was going to email me some instructions and it was for sure going to work, which of course it didn't. So its 2:30 at this point, and I still don't have the song. I tried AIM talked to a couple of friends and they said the would get it to me. (Remember I have a 56k modem so it takes 20 to download/ trasfer a song and I can only do one at a time.) So my Nick sends one to me and then says he has to go after 20% of the song is done, so I had a great quality song that lasted for 19 sec. Then my other buddy sends it to me, but it is half of the chorus repeated over and over for 5 min 4 sec...awesome (way to check the song Brad). I told him to send me a good version and then he signed off with no response. So Maggie, daves sister, tries to send it to me via email, and that doesn't work, so she gets it to me on AIM, and there is so much crackling I can bearly hear the words of the song. Finally I got a good version from my buddy around 4:45, just in time for me to not listen to it, because I had to get over and try and make a movie I told me friend I would see. Good times. More later.
May 18, 2003, 11:24pm
Not a whole lot happened today that was exciting, but I did get a lot of things done. I spent 5 hours working in the yard, making money, which is always good. I came in after a couple hours to watch to Pistons game, and they lost, but it was only game 1 so hopefully they get their act together for game 2. Then I went back out, raked some, cut down a tree, and raked some more. Came in for dinner, went to go get ice cream at Cold Stone, which is the best ice cream ever may I add, and finally I watched Van Wilder, always good for a laugh. Doesn't look like I will be going out again, total gayness. Last night I just sat around the house, watched a little TV, did some work, then passed out...good times, or not. Hopefully this week will be better. I have a lot of work to do, and I am going to catch up with some old friends. Later for now.
May 17, 2003 5:40pm
I know I told everyone that I would let them know how the last few nights were and the trip to NC, but it just seems too long ago, and typing everything out would take forever. Lets just say it was a good time. Dave got to come back with me, which was nice; I didn’t want to make the 700-mile drive home alone. Speaking of that, his parents gave me directions for the ass backwards way so it took 3 hours longer (180 miles to be precise) to get there than to get back. That was fun. I just got back from Chicago, went there with Dave so he could get his car yesterday. We were making great time when all of sudden 30 miles outside of Chicago we hit a traffic jam. We were sitting there for 10 minutes not moving when I see 4 cop cars fly by on the left shoulder. I put the car in park right after that, no need for the leg to cramp holding the brake pedal down. Then about 20 minutes later a cop car comes up on our right side, Dave and I look over and we hear, “Get off the shoulder…NOWWW!” in the most stereotypical cop voice you have ever heard. We thought he was yelling at a car from his speaker, but it was a truck that had its tail maybe a foot over the white line, all the cop did was slow down to get back. So unnecessary, he had already missed the action too, I mean the guy was 20 minutes late, we found out later they busted some drug dealers. Anyway it provided for some great entertainment for the rest of the ride. This morning Dave took off for NC, and I home. It was sad to see him go again. It’s really too bad we can’t see each other more because we always have a great time. But you know you have a best friend when every time you see them you can pick up where you left off and have a great time. I’m heading over to a fellow Spartans house tonight for some fun. I will keep updating. I’m back home for the long summer haul now, so I will have to do something to stop the boredom. Later.
May 11, 2003 1:40pm
I have started up the journal again. I am sorry it took me so long to get it going once I got home, but it will be updated daily (to the best of my ability) for the remainder of the summer. Ok, so here is basically (super short version) what has happened over the past week and a half. Had a couple of really good parties the last nights school, went to North Carolina for a week to visit Dave, and know I'm back home and going to start work soon. Its mothers day so I will let you know about the funny shit that has happened tomorrow but I wanted to let you know that I didn't forget about the journal. I'll hit you later.
April 30, 2003 2:10
SUPERIOR SHITTINESS! DON’T EVER RETURN YOUR BOOKS ANYWHERE BUT SBS! I tried to return my books at the college store and they wouldn’t take half of them, and gave me shit money for the books I had. Then I went to the place in the dorms and they wouldn’t take a few of my books and gave me shit money for them. Then I went to SBS with the two shitty books I had left, and they gave me a 50% return on the books…nice. By the way, people need to learn how to drive around this campus, especially when I’m a little stressed with finals and not in a good mood because people don’t take my books back. Just ask Habel or Wiz what I think about the people who are driving on Grand River. I’ll be studying the rest of today. At least its raining, that will cut down on the amount of ass there is at the library and not let anyone where their string bikini by the river.
April 30, 2003 12:30am
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROBERT, 19 is a good age, enjoy your last year as a teenager, soon you will be the old guy. Ok so Chris rolls in the apartment and yells “Damnit tom!” so I had to bite. He proceeds to tell me how he saw these two girls outside our building and one of them recognized him from one of his classes. He was all excited about this, not faring to well with the ladies (him or I) as of late, then goes on to tell him that these two guys have a big crush on him in her group, from his class. They call him Chris #10 because he wore a shirt that had 10 on it one day. I busted out laughing, just at the mere fact that I could see him thinking he was some pimp with the ladies and then to here that. Nothing against anyone who is gay in any respect, Chris even said, “it was flattering…at least someone likes me,” it just wasn’t what he was looking for, and brought back shitty thoughts from the shitty weekend. That was a good laugh for a bit, and then we decided to would be wise to get some rest during finals week so we went to bed. Other than that I think I smoked my micro final, and accounting is looking good. Now ISS, that still sucks a hairy nut, but I will rectify that tomorrow.
April 29, 2003 12:39pm
Quick note. I forgot a few things from the weekend. Chris and I were walking back from the library on Sunday when all of a sudden this huge fucking bee starts to go after him, so he took a few steps back and just then this girl, who was running, slams into him, she turns back with a pissed off look and then spits excessively loud. Wow. Also let me comment that I love the warm days and wouldn’t trade them for anything. But it does make it a little bit harder to study. You can’t study at the main library because everyone is too loud, you can’t even get in the law library, the business library is full of hotness, and you can’t study outside because there are just girls with their sting bikinis on, with the sole purpose of making you look just so they can snarl at you.
I took my first final today…lifeguarding. Yeah I know, it was a joke, but I had to get up at 7. That wasn’t cool. I have my microeconomics final this afternoon then two more on Thursday. I think I’m going to do well, but we will see. Good luck to everyone else this week. Later.
April 27, 2003 11:28pm
I’m going to try to catch you up with this weekend with as few words as possible…ok here we go. So Friday sucked, and Saturday wasn’t looking any better. Early Saturday afternoon chris and I were walking out to go study when he said, “you know Tom, I never thought I would have ½ a keg in my aptartment in college, on a Saturday night and have nothing to do. We studied, I went to my bbq, then we had dinner and sat around and did nothing. Around 9:30 Chris comes to my room and says, “we should just get really drunk, that would make this weekend better.” So I went and put ice in the keg, waited 5 min (like that was enough time to cool it off) and started drinking. We called some people who said they might stop by, but of course didn’t, so it was just Chris and I bonding and watching The Replacements. Around 11:30, Chris reminded me that we weren’t going to get any, and the weekend still sucked, so he said, “you know man, we should just go to the Vu.” Then Araya (Chris’s roommate from last year) showed up and chilled for a little, and then we left for the Vu. We had a couple beers each and were not close to being tipsy, but we still passed the Vu 3 times, ohm well. We stayed there for 2 and a half-hours, I talked to Chris friend (waitress not a dancer), and watched Chris put a 3 digit dent in his wallet. It was a good time, and we definitely made the best of a suck ass night. As Chris said, we did our best to get out of Loserville. Woke up today went to IHOP, always good, and then studied a little econ. Still feeling the breakfast, we decided to go for a run, which was a good idea being such a nice day. When we got back I swear I saw 10 people holding hands. Now that doesn’t normally bother me, but the lack of ass that has been gotten in apt 520, led me to think that over night everyone acquired a bf/gf while we were at the Vu. It just was typical seeing how the weekend was going. Came back, watched Star Wars, studied some more, and watched this cartoon. Ok even the freaky eyed weirdo in this cartoon was getting laid. Chris and I decided we had had enough, and now are going to bed, hoping for a good week. By the way, we still have ½ a keg that is probably going to go bad. But it could be made up by all of you showing up next Thursday, especially those that said they were coming and thus are the cause of this keg still being in my apt.
April 26, 2003 12:05pm
SUPER RETARDATION…wow last night sucked. Going by the amount of people that said they were coming over we should have gotten 2 kegs, but we just had one, and this will sum up the night for you, ½ of the keg is left. No one who said they were going to stop by did, especially a lot of females, which would have made it ok at least. It all was going well when we had the keg and a tap by 7:30. The shitiness started here. We rented one of those mini tubs to put the keg and ice in. As I’m in the shower Chris yells in that there is a hole in the tub and there is water all over the kitchen floor. So we moped it up, and then tried to fit this trash back around the tub, but of course it didn’t fit. So I went to the store to get a big trash bag and then moved the keg to the storage room. We waited around and by 10 there were about 15 people here, and there were maybe 20 for a 10-minute period some time during the night. Around 12 my buddy showed up, and I left with him to go to another party. This party was pretty good, we stayed there for about and hour and I talked to some girls. I talked to this one girl for 30 min and everything was going really well, so later I asked if I could get her number and she said she never gives it out. Taking a hint I started to head out and then she said, “No no I want you to call me.” I remarked, “well I would like to but you won’t give me your number.” She said “well don’t you remember my name ( I said yes, and I did), well then look me up online and call me.” Why she just didn’t give me her number who the fuck knows. That whole episode just toped the night off. Got back the apartment, I watch this random girl roll into Chris’s room after he had fallen asleep, so I walked in to get her out and find her laying next to Chris (he was asleep the whole time). I ask her what she is doing and she said she was waiting for a friend. Then she got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom on her knees, and then finally left. All in all it made for a good laugh. But the night still sucked.
April 23, 2003 11:16pm
I went to go see anger management tonight…fucking hilarious. I highly recommend going to see it. We are leaving the theater and having the post movie chat, reminiscing lines from the movie, laughing some, and talking about how some of the things happened to us, like getting a titty twister. From the titty twisting conversation we move into the part when he hits some guy (I’ll leave it vague so I don’t ruin any parts), and Harley says in a very matter of fact way, “Oh yeah this one time I hit my sister in the tit.” Busted out laughing along with everyone else. I love how conversations develop.
April 22, 2003 11:20pm
My thigh still really hurts. Yesterday I was driving in from half court, at full speed when I got jacked in the thigh by someone’s knee, and they were also running up towards me. I kinda through the ball in the air and then wiggled to the ground, and then crawled off the court. I tried to get up, but it was useless. The knee that stabbed into my leg had created a retarded thigh that just sat, there not doing what I told it too. I sat on the ground and laughed for a good 30sec, it was one of the times where it hurts so bad that you just start laughing because you have lost control. Well, it will probably hurt tomorrow so there is no more use in bitching about it, but I probably will. Went running today because I have decided that I was getting a little fat, not as fat as fatty #2 and fatty #3, but close. I’m also sick of these ISS classes, it’s a 4 credit class, you can’t major in ISS but everyone has to take it. I’m basically pissed because I’m not going to get a good grade due to the fact that I fucked up on my last test because my grandpa died. Shit happens I guess and I’ll look back on this in a few years and think to myself “why the hell did I care so much.” Not much else happened today, it was a busy day. The river was flowing in the wrong direction again (west), but from a northern wind this time, so I laughed about that as I walked by. Peace till next time.
April 21, 2003 7:45pm
Every week before finals I get these “final care packages” from my parents. I guess the university sends them a notice and then if they pay x amount I get a package of fruit, popcorn, candy, and some other shit. It’s a nice gesture and I eat some of it and give the other stuff away. There are these apple chips that come in the package and I love them. I pull out the bag and casually try and open it, but have no luck. I pulled as hard as I could but nothing. Thinking, “ok I lifted today maybe my hands are a little week,” I tried again but no luck, I got some air to leak out but that was it. My roommate is sitting there while all this is going on and says “yeah you got bigger, a lot of good that did, can’t even open a bag of chips.” So he asks to see the bag, to see if he could open them (like he would have been able to if I couldn’t). He tried, and replied, “Damn what is this…reinforced steel?” He then tried a chip and then proceeded to look at the nutritional content of the chips, after which he noticed that there are 7 grams of fat in the bag. He said “what the hell do they put in these things?” to which of course I replied “your mom.” He responded, “yeah but my mom is easier to open than that bag (I just looked at him like what the fuck)”…”yeah you heard me,” at which I prepared myself to laugh when he realized what he had said, then much laughter broke out, and I made a b-line for the journal. Maybe you had to have been there.
April 21, 2003 11:22am
Just a quick little note. I love the red cedar river. It runs east to west and today the wind was blowing in a southern direction, and because of that the river was flowing west today. Only in Michigan can you see these amazing things, water flowing the wrong way from a southern wind.
April 20, 2003 4:50pm
Happy easter everyone. I hope you day went well. I'm sorry there have been no entries the past few days but family business called and I was not near a computer. Burying your grandfather is one of the weirdest things I have ever gone through. I kinda explained what I felt in my last entry but being there was a whole different thing. The visitation was from 1-9 on Friday and mostly it was just family, 2nd cousins and 2nd cousins once removed that I’ve seen one time before in my life. But they welcomed us into their home, cooked, put us up for the night and did anything we needed. Its sad that it takes death to bring people together but it happens all the time and I think everyone just accepts it. While sitting there at the prayer service I feeling of responsibility came over me like I was the next man in line to take care of my family. Not that I have been screwing around and not preparing myself for the real world but it was another form of motivation that made me really want to be able to take of them. All in all it just was an interesting Easter weekend. I’m sad that he is gone but now that my Grammy doesn’t have to take care of him anymore we will be able to see more of her, and start getting out of the house. Just remember to let the people you are around to know how you feel from time to time, I’m sure we all know that, but also try and take the best characteristics of the people in your lives and make them part of you. Ok enough of that.
So…last night we watched movie, and everyone went to bed while I stayed up and did some laundry. It was about 1:45 by the time I got upstairs to go to bed. At 5:13 my mom woke me up to tell me that my brother had forgotten his passport (he left earlier for the airport and his flight took off at 7). So I said, “What a boob and turned over and went back to sleep.” Two minutes later she comes back and says, “Well you need to get it to him.” So going off of the 3 hours of sleep that I had the shitty sleep that I had during the week and weekend my dad and I went all the way to metro to give him his passport so the boob could go on his cruise. What a little bitch. Now that everything is more of less back to normal I’ll be doing at least one entry a day if not more.
April 15, 2003 11:25am
This will not be one of my typical entries. Around 6:45 last night I received a call from my brother that my grandpa had died. He had dementia, which is a lot like Alzheimer’s. We all new this day was coming probably this year but it’s still a shock. I was not real close with him, so after I got off the phone with my brother I was totally ok, but as time passed just the weirdest feeling passed over me and still is. He is the first family member that has died, besides my other grandpa but I was 4, way to young to know what was going on. I feel the worst and happiest for my Grammy because she had been taking care of him for such a long time and it was starting to really ware on her, and I don’t know if she could have kept up physically much longer. I commend her for he strength and spirit though during the past few years. My Grammy said he out of the blue got the strength to walk to the porch, which normally he couldn’t have done very easily, and then sat on the ground watching nature, and then passed on. Call it going somewhere to die, one last look, enjoying his last breath of fresh air, but I’m just glad it was a peaceful moment. The funeral is going to be this weekend, either Friday or Saturday so I will be leaving either Wednesday or Thursday, for home then Pennsylvania. I don’t really know what I will be like when I see him there, or what exactly I will say to my Grammy or my dad and his sister. I guess I really won’t know what it feels like until I lose a wife or father, but I have a better understanding for it. It was very weird that Chris and I on Sunday night spent a good 45 min talking about death (read his journal if you want to know exactly what was said), it almost made it really eerie. I ask you for you prayers for my dad, my aunt and my Grammy.
April 14, 2003 11:25am
First of all last night was the funniest night this year in apartment 520. Chris and I laughed for a good hour about lots of shit. To not parallel his journal, I’m leaving it up to him to do the night justice. Hit the link at the bottom of my page. Ok, so today in micro I was sitting talking to my friend, half paying attention when the prof goes, “so there are these horses, some white, some dark and they are running through the mud, kicking and biting…you know and they were selling perfume.” I died. First of all horses biting each other was funny enough, then picturing that and them selling perfume…lets say I had my head down for a good 5 minutes laughing. He was trying to explain that commercials don’t really show what they are selling. About 20 min later he was talking about markets and then said “you can’t just choose who you are going to be with, its not like we all get together in a room and someone raises their hand and says ‘I’m a B-, white.’” I had just finished laughing about the perfume selling, biting horses when that came out of his mouth. I hope some of you get a fraction of the enjoyment out of that as I did.
April 13, 2003 10:50pm
Nothing really productive was done today. I woke up went to eat with my roommate, then came back sat around. Did my first entry and then had coffee with an old friend of mine. After that I came back sat around some more and then went to the academic gala (some honor program for high gpa athletes). It wasn’t actually that bad, the key note speaker, Lloyd Ward (sp?), anyway the CEO of Maytag, gave an awesome speech. He talked about how he moved up in the ranks, and what he thought was the way to be a leader and have dreams. It was actually really nice to hear, most of the things he said were exactly how I think, and he is a multimillionaire so hopefully I’m on a similar path. Anyway I get back and go to the store with my roommate, most of the time telling him why I’m the greatest and my ego is huge. We had a typical good time at the store and came back for some chats where I sit at my chair and he chills on my bed and we discuss life. If you ever want to know how the world works you could just sit in on one of our conversations. I’m definitely going to miss those next year, but I know I’ll be hanging out with him. We were talking about that the other day, and people saying that they are going to hand out over the summer after a year of school, then just going back to their high school friends and kinda forgetting about those they made at school. I guess I’m just not that way, and hate that it happens sometimes. When I say something I mean it and it annoys me when people say that just to sound like the nice person. But I am going to try and be even more conscious of those decisions and keeping my word. That is Tom/my’s words of wisdom for the day. Goodnight.
April 13, 2003 1:25pm
It’s been awhile since my last journal entry so I will try and get you up to speed on what has happened in the past few days. I have been a little busy at not at the apartment much to just chill. Friday was a good day, had my classes then went to lift. After lifting I went to an engineering BBQ where the Profs bought 2 kegs of Labatts. Now I wasn’t supposed to be there but, it was all good, met some cool people, and had some beers and eats. Left there and picked up the ¼ barrel for the apartment. Now this was the first time we had a “real” party, none of this BYOB shit. So Chris and I get it out of my car while I explain to him that the two places I was going to get a tap from had given theirs to someone else…awesome, get a keg and have no tap, well it looked like we were cool as it sat in the kitchen. Anyway one of our friends made some calls and got one. It was a really good party, started around 930, and ended around 1230, which I love. I have no desire to stay up till 4 in the morning, especially if I have clean up the next day. The random black guys made an appearance, which made it feel like a real party to me. My buddy Brad came up and goes to Oakland, but doesn’t get out much. He went on the whole time about this girl who was talking and spilled a little beer on him. He couldn’t believe that people got spilled on at parties, needless to say I laughed. Later that night, after he was done bitching about getting spilled on, he asked me, “Is Steve coming back her with that black midget?” What he meant by that was “Chris told me about that fat girl your friend hooked up with.” Wow…he is a special guy. I talked online to a friend for about 2 hours, then passed out.
Didn’t do much on Saturday, went to eat, went for a run, and then headed to the banquet. It was a nice time, and I have to say I am deeply going to miss the seniors this year. I wish you guys the best of luck in everything you do, and know that I’ve made life long friends with some of you. We went to forest afterwards, which was one of the coolest things I’ve ever done b/c some of the parents bought the beer and food, and drank with us for a good 45min to an hour. It made you feel all grown up if you know what I mean. Anyway I got good and drunk and had a good time. I was told there was this girl who really wanted to meet me, now this was the second time this girl told me this, and the girl that wanted to meet me was coming to the party. So this girl tells me she is there, I walk up introduce myself, and she was hot, and as I do her b/f walks up to say hi. That was one of 2 girls with b/f that I hit on…good times. Also my buddy was talking to this girl and I rolled up and butted in the conversation, he got pissed b/c she had stopped talking to him and charley horsed me in the leg, so I felt bad and started to talk him up. Anyway it was a good ego booster b/c this guy usually gets the girls, and to take one away from him for a while was nice. Around 3:30 at the peek of my drunkenness I decided to walk home, I had to have been a good mile, b/c I walked at a really good pace and it took 20 min (I timed it). It keeps me occupied on the way home I had a three-way conversation with me, me #2, and god. If I were god I would have been laughing my ass off as I did when I woke up this morning. I get back here and write this note to Chris, “Huge favor, I need you to go get my car with me, I need you to wake me up before 1, I’m setting my alarm for 12, so I’ll be up before 12, by the way I’m really drunk.” He obviously got a kick out of that this morning.
As I was writing this entry Chris rolls in and says “have you ever busted your nut a little?” After falling on the floor and laughing, he tries to explain to me that he hurt the royals yesterday playing soccer and they are a little sore today. Hahahaha. Peace till text time. (Sorry about the length)
April 11, 2003 11:05am
Wow…last night was interesting. I was chillin in my apartment when Joe calls me and tells me to come pick Nick and him up b/c his friend knows of this awesome party. These girls had had a sex toy party (yes, I’m not lying, I guess it was an organized thing where some professional sex toy lady comes and explains them…wow) and now it was an open party. The plan was to pick them up and bring them back to cedar village where the party was. So go over there and honk the horn thinking they were ready to go…Nope. Joe runs out of the house and chucks the football at my car, and runs back in like it is the funniest thing he has ever done. I get in the house and notice a crackling sound every time I take a step. Well it was glass, curious I asked what happened and the story told to me is that Joe was trying to swing from the light fixture. Then I saw the almost empty 5th of Bacardi on the table and everything made sense. They had split it within an hour, which is pretty good for Joe, and ridiculous for Nick. So the Dago and I laughed at them for a while, being stupid and drunk. We get in the car and leave and Joe finds his football that he threw at my car. As we are driving along this engineering major asks, “Do you think if I threw the ball straight up out the sunroof that it will come back down going 35mph.” Without giving me a chance to say no he does, so we have to stop and go get the ball again. We get to the party, everyone is already drunk and I’ve had 3 shots so basically nothing. After looking at various sex toys, and this sex toy brochure I decided to try talking to a few girls. Well no matter what you here from Joe or nick it was a sausage fest. There were 3 girls there most of the time, one was Joe’s friend’s g/f, one Joe was macking on, and the other nick was hitting on, and she was Rigalli style (fat). Every once in a while 3 girls would run in the room scream and dance for 2 min, kiss this huge poster of this model they called Paul, then run out. But that was about it. Finally Nick started puking (he had before but only once). After about 15 min I was getting worried so I went and checked on him. I walked into the bathroom and while puking, sitting by the toilet, that fat chic was still in there and he was hitting on her, one had on the toilet on hand on her leg…wow. At 1:00am I counted the girls, still 3 and guys, still 8 or 9, so I decided to leave. Laughed all the way back to my apartment, got in and passed the fuck out. At 7 I woke up sniffling, so I went to blow my nose, but when I looked in the mirror I noticed that it was a bloody nose, god I love those I wish I could have more of them. Well that’s about it for now. Peace till later.
April 9, 2003 8:00pm
Yesterday was a good day. As I said before bowling has really turned everything around, well almost. Riding on my bowling score of 199, I looked at my accounting test grade…90 baby! I had to do well on that test, so that was a nice relief. I’m just pissed now because I probably could have gotten the same grade on the first test if I studied more than the ½ hour before the test. Adding that to me ego, along with a few other things I decided to call this girl from my HS that I mentioned earlier. First of all I got the number from my brother, which he was suppose to ask her for it, but just looked it up on the musical list. Anyway I called and there was no one there, and no voice mail. I was a little surprised seeing that this girl lives in Birmingham, I thought everyone with a cell had voice mail. Ten minutes later my phone rings, with her number on it so I picked it up and this big black man (I’m assuming) says, “Yo! Is Kylina there.” So I called my brother back, and after telling him what a retard he was I got the right number. Called and talked to her for maybe 5 min when she tells me she (supposedly) she already had been talking to her friend from Miami on the other line. Now the conversation wasn’t going bad at all, and she doesn’t seem like the girl who would lie, but still crash and burn. As my friend said to me today, “well man you have to lose to win sometimes.” I’m just going to take it for what it was and not worry about it.
So I’m sitting in my ISS class yesterday and started to cough, then coughed a few more times a little harder, then started coughing so hard that I couldn’t breath. So ran my ass out of there, trying not to laugh at everyone’s face looking at me almost dying. Got into the bathroom and started coughing so hard that I felt like I was going to puke. After finally getting control of myself I look in the mirror and notice that my left eye was watering a ridiculous amount and was extremely red. Not both eyes, just one. I guess the other is on vacation right now, so the left eye has to pick up the rights slack…HAHAHAHA, ok I just laughed out loud thinking of it again. More to come later tonight.
April 8, 2003 12:15am
Today was a good day. The past 3 weeks really haven’t been all that great, shit just wasn’t going real well. First of all, I got this really hot girl to come and talk to Joe and I at dinner because I knew her friend from my high school. SO that was nice, I’m not usually able to pull shit like that. Also I bowled a 199 tonight at our bowling league. My best score was a 163 before that and my best this season was a 128. It was out of this world. You know for the past 3 weeks I’ve been asking God for a little help to get though it, and I am a firm believer that you need to go through all the shit till you get any help, and I was going through it. If you know me at all you know that I get a lot of nose bleeds, but today’s, thanks to a basketball being thrown in my face, was the worst one I have ever had. It went on for 25 min, with a constant stream of blood coming down. Haha, the first time I got it to stop was only b/c the blood had clotted at the open of my nostril and sealed it so no other blood could get out. The clot was so thick that I couldn’t get it to go down the sink. After 20 min I was actually starting to get scared, I had to have lost about 4 cups of blood, and I’m not exaggerating. So I said a little prayer to God to ask him for his help, and not more 15 sec went by when it started to slow down tremendously. Its little things like that make me believe in God. A lot of people looked past those things, but they are always there, showing us that there is someone looking out for us.
Also today Chris and I were admiring the wonderful snow when he remarked, “you know you have a huge wasp on your window.” And sure enough there the bastard was, don’t know for sure how he got in, could have been the huge hole in the window seal, but I really don’t know. Anyway I killed it. Moving on, at bowling during the second game, which I scored a 78 at, (yeah Mr. Consistent) 5 of the times I went up to bowl the thing would just bowl for me. The machine while putting the pins down, would just drop about 3 of them and then record that as my score, and move on to the next player. Yeah, so I don’t know about that. Also my brother was supposed to get me this number. Tonight when I asked him online if he got it he said “what…ohh yeah I deleted it,” and then never returned to the computer. YEY for Robert! I am going to pass out, see ya tomorrow.
April 7, 2003 12:30pm
Well kids I think it is unanimous that the snow and Michigan weather just sucks. I also love how when I woke up this morning the heat wasn’t on so it was 56 in my room. Anyway yesterday afternoon Chris called this girl up to go to dinner. She said yes, so for the next 4 hours all I heard that wanna be pimp talk about how he was the man, and laughing that I was just staying in for the night. When he got he told me about the night and the things that he said to her, which were all in good faith, except sounded ridiculous to me. We chilled, watched some TV and listened to some music. Chris is gathering songs to make a monster ballad mix, so we were downloading some songs. Let me just tell you, Chicago is the greatest group ever. I was playing some of their songs for Chris from my room, I turned around and I see him pop out in front of my door using the phone as a mic and pretending to belt out the lyrics. Needless to say next thing I new I was on the floor laughing, or trying to with the little voice I had. I’m still sick and Chris was starting to get sick so we tried to go to bed early, which ended up being around 11. At 12:15, still wide-awake, I hear the TV on in the other room. Curious and thirsty I got up to get some water and see Chris just watching TV. Not being able to fall asleep we watched the second half of Bad Boys (we had started it early in the day). Then we watched a little CNN, MTV, and some part of a Clint Eastwood movie. We finally hit the hay around 1:45. Way to go to bed early. Well its still snowing, doesn’t look like its going to let up, so it won’t do me any good to get more sick and go to accounting. I’m just going to chill in the room until about 3 and try and get some exercise in. I will catch you all before I pass out.
April 6, 2003
Well needless to say it was an interesting weekend back home. I probably could go on for a long time but I’m going to do my best to shorten up for everyone. First of all the show was incredible, it could have been an off Broadway production. Secondly…if you remember I got sick early last week but have been recovering. Well, on Friday night I started to loose my voice, but I could still talk, which was no good. Anyway, there is this girl at home, who I was kinda in the same group of friends when I was in HS, but she had a boyfriend, and I had a girlfriend, so I would have never even thought of pursuing. However, this girl is ridiculously hot, she would be the closest thing I would ever get to that one girl that everyone wants to be able to tell their friends about. She is a very sweet, nice girl and every time I see her I do enjoy her company. Now that she is no longer dating this guy and I’m living up the single life, I didn’t have anything to hold me back. To make a long story short, I talked to her all Friday night and everything seeming to be going very well, and then on Saturday the shit hit the fan. I lost my voice completely even whispering was an accomplishment. So any chance I had was basically about the same chance I had at singing an opera. I still went to the after party with a few of my friends, but the paper plate awards which used to take about a half hour, turned into and hour and 45 min of a 3 hour party, the other time was used to eat and then try and find your ride and bug out…SUPERIOR GAYNESS. Aside from that the people in HS are hilarious. One of the paper plate awards went as follows… “This person was called up on the stage by one of the directors to compare show sizes with another guy (short pause as my friend and I chuckle a little), and his was bigger, so he gets the fills the biggest sock award”…I died and laughed so hard that I spit the water I was drinking all over this freshman girl in front of me. Everyone else looked at me like what was funny about that, it was a nice award, which made me keep laughing until, my mother and the other director gave me the look of death. I decided at that point that I couldn’t take anymore and went into the other room. Well I still don’t have a voice, hopefully I will tomorrow. But I have to say that snapping my fingers at my brother every time I needed him for something was amusing.
April 4, 2003 1:50pm
Well I think I just smoked that accounting test, which is good because I basically need to 4pt both that test and the final. I was the first one done, usually that means I did pretty well, or it just means that I bubbled in all the answers that are there for the people who think they know what the fuck they are doing, but don’t really have a clue. I guess I will find out in a couple of days. Speaking of a couple of days, the weather is going to suck for another few days. 31 and raining, I love Michigan. I thought we were out of the shitty winter on St. Patty’s day when it was 68 outside and sunny. Then we had some nice weather for a few weeks, but now, what the hell. Every time there is weather like this I here southern Cali and North Carolina calling my name. I think I have paid my dues in Michigan with this weather and deserve a few years of not having to put on 10 layers to just take out the trash. I don’t know if anyone has noticed this yet, but the stairs from the rape trail leading up to Bessy are slanted downwards, this makes for exceptional footing. Adding in the rain, there has to be someone that bit it on the steps today, I almost did, and laughed at myself while the 3 other people around me gave me a look like, “why is falling funny” which made me laugh even harder.
I’m heading home today to watch my moms/sisters/brothers musical (mom directs, and my sister and brother are the HS production of Peter Pan). The musicals are actually very good, and professional so I’m excited to see this one. However it is annoying to have to go home when I don’t have much time up at school left this year. I really do love it up here, and enjoy the weekends immensely. But every time I think of what I’ll be missing, I think of the stupidity of the HS kids that I will get to talk to. I’m thinking of taking my computer around with me and just doing a continuous journal entry of the stupid shit that these kids say/care about, all in all it will be a entertaining time…well it will at least be a time when I get to laugh at all the stuff that most people don’t even notice.
One last thing. A couple days ago I was talking to my brother on the phone, well he was laughing at my journal entries and I was holding the phone away from ear trying to save my ear drums, anyway he told me that he printed off my entries and was reading them to my family at the dinner table. I laughed only at the fact that that would be something my family would do and not think was weird.
April 3, 2003 9:25pm
Some of you may have thought that I haven’t had my normal 2 entries a day due to the fact that the initial “fun” or having a journal is over. But this is not true. I have a huge accounting test tomorrow, which I basically need to get 100% on; so all my efforts have been going towards that class. And let me tell you, I fucking hate accounting. I am a finance major, I’m going to hire my accountant and don’t want any part of this nitty gritty bullshit that is accounting. Besides from that I am still sick, recovering, but I can’t shake this as fast as I would like. Yesterday the lowest temperature I saw on any weather service was 61, and it only got up to 50…I love Michigan. Today sucked, it was cold windy, and wet…those probably are the top three greatest things I could hope for with this cold. So I was leaving the smith center with a friend of mine (a friend who early said "my hair is wet," I touched her hair and she said "no, you have to go inside." haha, ok) and I was waiting to cross the road, when this truck decided to mistify us. Backed up, but it didn’t matter the mist that this truck made engulfed us, there was nowhere to run, just stand and get colder. Well I don’t have much more to say, except I hope I do well on this test tomorrow. Oh one last thing, does anyone else ever get mad “at” their cold? I find myself bitching to my cold, like it is a person, thinking it is going to do what I tell it, I went on for a good minute just now typing this entry…HAHAHA, God I don’t know what I would do without myself to laugh at.
April 2, 2003 12:06pm
HAHAHAHAHA...ok so when I woke up this morning after a wonderful night (sore throat, coughing, fever, aching, hot, cold, tired, wide awake..it was fun) I check the "weatherbug" (a program thats usually accurate) on my computer. It said high of 75 and mostly sunny all day. It's noon now and only 50 outside but still sunny. So I checked weather.com and it said, high of 63 and mostly cloudy, with a chance of showers this afternoon. WOW. Now my roommate handles the cold like Marcus Tailor handled the NBA training camp. I told him he would be fine in shorts and T-shirt. Now 63 might not be cold to most people like me, but he would probably be comfortable in a sweatshirt and snow pants in this weather. HAHAHAHAHAHA.
April 1, 2003 8:55pm
April fools…yes day where all the fools try and talk to me. I was putting some of the finishing touches on my schedule to only look back and notice that it was all academic classes. I thought...hmmm that’s no good. I looked around for some “fun” classes that I might be interested in and came across a scuba class. I have always wanted to get certified. So I went to add the class and a bulletin came up that said, “Prerequisites not satisfied.” There was a number to the company that teaches so I called, and this is how the conversation went.
Guy: “Hello”
Me: “Hi my name is Tom Parker and I have been trying to get into this scuba class but it won’t let me in, what class do I need to have taken to get in it?”
Guy: “Ohh, that would be KIN 101A, it’s a beginner swimming class”
Me (laughing): “Ok well I swim for the varsity swim team here, is there some way I can get an override?”
Dumb Guy: “Ahhh, I don’t know”
Me: “Well what do you have to do to pass that class”
Dumb Guy: “I think you have to swim like a 200 to pass it, or something like that”
Me (on the floor laughing): “HAHAHAHAHA, well I’m pretty sure I can do that.”
Absolute Retard: “Ok, well I’ll have someone call you back and let you know if being on the varsity swim team well be ok for the override.”
Ok, I just wanted to share that with all of you. Besides that, today I woke up took 2 tests, started studying for a third, ran 4 miles (I haven’t ran past 2 in who knows when), played bball for 45 min, lifted hard for about 45 min, ate,