so what's new with me you ask?
Well, hell, since you asked so nicely.
I took a super time-release adderall yesterday at 2pm (We rise with the sun around these parts) and read the last book [Madame Boverary] by 5
then went went to a bar for the internet drank a cup 'o joe, then sipped some beer.
Started writing, went til eight, ran home for le diner and then started the final push.
I had to hand in 6 pages, I had two, but had been seriously focused (REALLY focused) for the entire afternoon.
I started typing away and then realized it was 1 am. I had about 7 pages but thought i'd just see my idea through.
1:44 almost done
2:25 is it really 2:25?! 3:01 alright i've hit my stride now
4:30 fuckit 5:16 Shit...did i have a bibleography? FUCK
6:22 fuck you shutters! learn to block a fucking window.
7:00 my hands have started shaking. yeah.
8:30 I decided to give up trying to sleep and just go to school.
8:45 I'm smoking hash, surrounded by people, in public, on the way.
8:46 I don my Ray-Charles wrap arounds (oh and I put on a shirt and tie. i don't know why)
8:47 I run into a parked car because the spliff has made me izzy.
9:08 library ho!
9:07 I done called a bitch a ho and bitch got all pissed off.
9:10 I start my itunes playlist--it may be familiar to some of y'all from back in the day. it be known as 'Trippin''
10:o0 Now. I have to go print my paper, all 14 and one half pages of it.
10:04 burning down the house is officially a motherfuckin awesome song. you go david byrne, you go.
10:o9 Will be a problem when i try to use a european keyboard.
10:30 My first class of the day, something makes me think it's gonna be a good one.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Thursday, December 6, 2007
First Snow
so we had our first real snow here 2 nights ago. tradition dictates that on the day of the first substantial snow, the ultimate frisbee team plays a game of ultimate in the academic quad's biggest lawn... in only shoes and underwear. we did. it was nuts. there is nothing colder than laying out for a disk into 6 inches of snow when you're naked. it was funny tho. 25 people playing ultimate in the snow in their undies is a hilarious sight, and we attracted a crowd. what creeps me out, however, is that among the crowd was my poly sci professor. she had 3 students in the game, myself, and 2 other boys. she whipped out a camera and took pictures. no joke. good thing we're of age... So anyway, after the game i grabbed a quick dinner and then went to take a shower. what freaks me out is that you can see what temperature the water is as it comes out of the faucet, and 85 degree water felt hot. that means that my core body temperature was VERY low. anyway, if i can get the pictures from my professor they'll be up on facebook, so you should definately check them out.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Five Colleges, Five Nights
Okay, maybe six colleges, but let me explain:
In a few hours I'm going to embark on my "Intercollegiate Roadtrip 2007" One way or another, I have to get out of DC...turns out it gets kind of boring here when all my college amigos are at that whole college thing and the seniors have school during the week. (I did, however, hit up a senior party this past weekend...different story though.) Anyway, 22 or some odd hours on the road and six colleges (if I can pull off the double whammy in Maine) in five nights...I hope I'll have some good stories once I'm back.
In a few hours I'm going to embark on my "Intercollegiate Roadtrip 2007" One way or another, I have to get out of DC...turns out it gets kind of boring here when all my college amigos are at that whole college thing and the seniors have school during the week. (I did, however, hit up a senior party this past weekend...different story though.) Anyway, 22 or some odd hours on the road and six colleges (if I can pull off the double whammy in Maine) in five nights...I hope I'll have some good stories once I'm back.
The Birthday: Good as Ball
So I turn twenty yesterday. Total head-trip. But that’s another story. This is the story of the Eve of my Birthday.
Ever year in the town of Aix-en-Provence (or as we call it: Aix-en-Vacance) there is a ball. It’s called le Bal du Bapts. I was told about this event be a couple of the girls who are in my program. Naturally I thought their description of the ball to be gross exaggeration told to them so some French guy trying to ensure that they show up. But I decided to check it out anyway.
My evening started out by going to Finac (a Virgin-like store) to buy a ticket. Yeah, the tickets to the ball could only be purchased at a huge record store. I was a bit nervous about having to employ the little French I have to explain what I wanted. I was sure that nobody really knew about this ball and that it was just a glorified school dance.
I was wrong. Every single person in the store was buying tickets to the ball. Literally everyone, well except for one old woman who was clearly on her way to Paris and wanted to get her museum tickets in advance.
After getting spiffed up I pre-gamed on my own (my roommate was out of town with his girlfriend), an act witch I actually enjoyed because I was already thoroughly fucked up when I met up with the girls to drink more. We walked around to find a good Petiet Casino (like a small market) which would sell some booze. We could tell that everyone on the street was going to end up at the ball, they were all sufficiently drunk and dressed to the nines. Two guys walked past us and over their shoulders shouted, “À tout à l’heure,” at the young ladies.
We bought a bottle of Absolute (it was a special occasion and we are all missing America at this point—usually we stick to two euro wine) and went to another girl’s apartment to get proper drunk. I smoked some cigarettes and was feeling pretty buzzed. The pre-gaming session was quite strange. I was the only dude there and just listened to about ten girls talk about getting on somebody’s yacht in San Tropez—researching later and discovering that they were on the ten richest men list and married—and being sniffed by Weenie the host’s pug.
After the alcohol was finished we walked over to the ball—following the spotlights in the sky, it turned my birthday on the way causing much hoopla and we entered the ball.
I can’t capture how ridiculous this place was with a few ill-chosen words, but I will try. There were about 20 different venues all clustered around a huge L-shaped courtyard. Each room was completely different. There was a Rap room, Salsa, Swing, what can only be described as Wedding music, Techno (basically a rave) and several live bands performing Rock, French music, and my personal favorite Latin music. There were hundreds of lights and lasers all over the place (which I loved) and a Drum-line performing outside (which I really loved).
All of the town was there—at least all of the good-looking people (anybody under 35). The women were beautiful and the gentlemen were at least classy—you can’t expect too much from the French dudes. I found endless mirth at the attire of all of the military school kids who looked like Tom Cruse wannabes from A Few Good Men—but French.
OfCourse in my American fashion, I was plastered by 3:30 when I started to be too drunk, you know the getting mad for no reason kinda drunk. Luckily, that was the point that everyone became overwhelmed by the thundering base oozing from the rave and decided to leave—before I could embarrass myself.
So thankfully my birthday was a good one. Perhaps, even—Taylor—good as balls.
Ever year in the town of Aix-en-Provence (or as we call it: Aix-en-Vacance) there is a ball. It’s called le Bal du Bapts. I was told about this event be a couple of the girls who are in my program. Naturally I thought their description of the ball to be gross exaggeration told to them so some French guy trying to ensure that they show up. But I decided to check it out anyway.
My evening started out by going to Finac (a Virgin-like store) to buy a ticket. Yeah, the tickets to the ball could only be purchased at a huge record store. I was a bit nervous about having to employ the little French I have to explain what I wanted. I was sure that nobody really knew about this ball and that it was just a glorified school dance.
I was wrong. Every single person in the store was buying tickets to the ball. Literally everyone, well except for one old woman who was clearly on her way to Paris and wanted to get her museum tickets in advance.
After getting spiffed up I pre-gamed on my own (my roommate was out of town with his girlfriend), an act witch I actually enjoyed because I was already thoroughly fucked up when I met up with the girls to drink more. We walked around to find a good Petiet Casino (like a small market) which would sell some booze. We could tell that everyone on the street was going to end up at the ball, they were all sufficiently drunk and dressed to the nines. Two guys walked past us and over their shoulders shouted, “À tout à l’heure,” at the young ladies.
We bought a bottle of Absolute (it was a special occasion and we are all missing America at this point—usually we stick to two euro wine) and went to another girl’s apartment to get proper drunk. I smoked some cigarettes and was feeling pretty buzzed. The pre-gaming session was quite strange. I was the only dude there and just listened to about ten girls talk about getting on somebody’s yacht in San Tropez—researching later and discovering that they were on the ten richest men list and married—and being sniffed by Weenie the host’s pug.
After the alcohol was finished we walked over to the ball—following the spotlights in the sky, it turned my birthday on the way causing much hoopla and we entered the ball.
I can’t capture how ridiculous this place was with a few ill-chosen words, but I will try. There were about 20 different venues all clustered around a huge L-shaped courtyard. Each room was completely different. There was a Rap room, Salsa, Swing, what can only be described as Wedding music, Techno (basically a rave) and several live bands performing Rock, French music, and my personal favorite Latin music. There were hundreds of lights and lasers all over the place (which I loved) and a Drum-line performing outside (which I really loved).
All of the town was there—at least all of the good-looking people (anybody under 35). The women were beautiful and the gentlemen were at least classy—you can’t expect too much from the French dudes. I found endless mirth at the attire of all of the military school kids who looked like Tom Cruse wannabes from A Few Good Men—but French.
OfCourse in my American fashion, I was plastered by 3:30 when I started to be too drunk, you know the getting mad for no reason kinda drunk. Luckily, that was the point that everyone became overwhelmed by the thundering base oozing from the rave and decided to leave—before I could embarrass myself.
So thankfully my birthday was a good one. Perhaps, even—Taylor—good as balls.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
my weekend was a shit show: Saturday night edition
So, at my school, rush for fraternities is not allowed to begin until 2nd semester. because of this, a new type of thing came about: "dirty rushing." it's rush but first semester, and it's how a frat gets an early start at trying to get frosh they want to be interested. the DKE fraternity is dirty rushing the shit out of myself and my 4 best friends here. Last night they held one of the most awesome events i think i've ever been to...
We met in the DKE wing at 8 pm. they were there just hanging out, drinking beers, watching football. it was cool. then we all got in cars and headed out. we were heading to "Trio Lanes," the most rundown, hicked out bowling alley i've ever seen. the dude behind the counter was rockin an OSU hat and a Tshirt that said "orgasm donor." The DKEs had rented the place out. We got there, got our shoes and started dividing ourselves up amongst the lanes.
Then, through the door, walk a bunch of DKEs carrying with them 2 kegs and probably 15 30 racks. it was the most astonishing thing i've ever seen. They stuck them all in the bathroom, where a large circle of people was already ripping through bowl after bowl. it was such a good time. my frist game i bowled a 69 (haha) which sucked, but then i got drunk and stepped up my game and bowled a PR of 162. awesome. i dunno what was more impressive: the fact that we finished both kegs, the fact that i bowled a 162 while smashed, or the fact that there was a sober person to drive every car home.
We met in the DKE wing at 8 pm. they were there just hanging out, drinking beers, watching football. it was cool. then we all got in cars and headed out. we were heading to "Trio Lanes," the most rundown, hicked out bowling alley i've ever seen. the dude behind the counter was rockin an OSU hat and a Tshirt that said "orgasm donor." The DKEs had rented the place out. We got there, got our shoes and started dividing ourselves up amongst the lanes.
Then, through the door, walk a bunch of DKEs carrying with them 2 kegs and probably 15 30 racks. it was the most astonishing thing i've ever seen. They stuck them all in the bathroom, where a large circle of people was already ripping through bowl after bowl. it was such a good time. my frist game i bowled a 69 (haha) which sucked, but then i got drunk and stepped up my game and bowled a PR of 162. awesome. i dunno what was more impressive: the fact that we finished both kegs, the fact that i bowled a 162 while smashed, or the fact that there was a sober person to drive every car home.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
for clarification
If my previous post was unclear it's because I'm high right now and its 5:50 in the morning. If you need clarification just ask whatever you want in the comments and ill answer when im sober.
Oh My God
So....I'm kicking myself now.
Let me tell you why...So after dinner i finished up a paper and got ready to go to see this slam poet/rapper who was performing tonight. So I shower, chill, wait for my friends to get ready, and head out with my friends to the UC where Black Ice (the slam poet/rapper) was performing. So me and me friends get there early and we were hanging out. So after awhile Black Ice's friend, Jus Grey dropped a couple of poems before Black Ice gets on. His show was AMAZING. Absolutely incredible. I was so impressed. Not only does he have mad profound rhymes, his delivery is impeccable. Check him out on YouTube, and you'll be impressed. So in addition to being a profoundly intelligent and adept rapper, he's hilarious. I was cracking up half the time, he was so fucking funny. The performance was just amazing.
so after the show we go over to where he's standing next to the stage and my friends Alex and Dingler want to get his album, so were hanging out there and debating whether we should ask Black Ice to smoke. When the show ended the first thing we said to each other was that we should smoke with him. So we were talking about it, how amazing it would be if we just brought Black Ice back to Dupont and hit bowls out of Optimus or something like that. So we were toying with the idea of smoking with him, knowing in the back of our heads that we wouldn't really muster up the courage to ask Black Ice if he was tryna. So, we kept debating it, but we never asked him if he wanted to smoke weed.
So we head back to Dupont and we see a couple friends of ours on the way back. they were already drunk as shit, stumbling all over the trails and it was only 10:40. apparently they had been drinking since 6. I asked them what they were doing now, and they said changing clothes and then going to this frat party at Phi Tau. In the distance we see another drunk couple stumbling off.
so we get back to dupont. a couple of my friend Chris and my roommate Kamal are high and playing video games, but after awhile we all start drinking in my room. We're having a really good time. Some of us wanted to go to this frat party at Phi Tau while the others wanted to smoke out of a waterfall bong they were making. so me and these three other guys go to the party and its absolute insanity. there were soo many people and it was utterly chaotic. My friend Dingler (who's practically McLovin) hooks up with two random chicks. So were there for awhile, when a fight breaks out in a different room than the one I was in. SoI'm hanging out with Dingler and he points, but i disregarded it. Then cops come in. I just see a few guys come in with the word "Police" on their backs. So me and Dingler split. we head out back, jump the wall of the porch, and walked back to Dupont. As were walking back there are cops pulling up everywhere. so we finally get back to Dupont and met up with our friends who were smoking out of the waterfall.
Next thing I know the whole world is on our hall and one of my friends is throwing a party in his room. There were so many people in the hall some standing, some sitting, some passed out, but more people than i'd ever seen on the hall at once before. So I play some video games and I see that one of my friends who's stumbling in the hall is really really drunk and should be taken care of. So I take her to the lounge and give her water there and she throws up a couple times in our kitchen trash can, and I finally get her to sleep on the couch. But she was in really bad shape. Like seriously bad shape. So I hang out on the hall. I see a couple of my friends who went to an off campus party had come back and they were talking to some drunks girls who were sprawled across the hall floor. Then I see a couple of my friends with girls on their backs racing down the hallway, and one of them falls hard. It was nuts. My hall was falling apart. People were literally passing out in the hallway. My RA's roommate comes back with his girlfriend, they're both stinking drunk, he tells me to get everyone out of the hall cuz I was the most sober person there. apparently there was an ambulance at a dorm nearby. Everyone was going nuts. the world went apeshit.
So after an hour and a half order is restored for the most part. I was feeling kinda tense after being at a party that got busted and with my friend getting sick and all, so me and my friends smoked a couple bowls. That was a fucking good time. That was amazing. So I got blazed. And we went back inside and I checked on my sick friend and she had woken up, but she fell back asleep. So then Iwent to my friend Dingler's room and we were watching entourage. It was there that one of my friends told me that another friend of ours who went to this frat's formal party got so drunk that she was not responsive at all and had to be taken to the hospital. Fuckin BadNews. The world fell apart tonight.
So after some more entourage watching, Dingler's (the kid who's room I'm in) suitemate Matt and his friend who I hadn't met before James comes in. So were talking about our night and how crazy it's been, when James starts discussing his night. He did what I was not audacious enough to do: James had smoked with Black Ice. Apparently he saw Black Ice and his friends in the parking lot after the show and they get talking. So Black Ice mentions that they're gonna get food and maybe smoke. So James comes out and asks them if they needed weed cuz he just re-upped. So he goes with them back to their hotel room where they bust out like...15 huge motherfuckin jars of the dankest weed. and they smoke like 3 blunts, invite more people over, and take shots together and shit.
my night was nuts. all i could say was "oh my god"
Let me tell you why...So after dinner i finished up a paper and got ready to go to see this slam poet/rapper who was performing tonight. So I shower, chill, wait for my friends to get ready, and head out with my friends to the UC where Black Ice (the slam poet/rapper) was performing. So me and me friends get there early and we were hanging out. So after awhile Black Ice's friend, Jus Grey dropped a couple of poems before Black Ice gets on. His show was AMAZING. Absolutely incredible. I was so impressed. Not only does he have mad profound rhymes, his delivery is impeccable. Check him out on YouTube, and you'll be impressed. So in addition to being a profoundly intelligent and adept rapper, he's hilarious. I was cracking up half the time, he was so fucking funny. The performance was just amazing.
so after the show we go over to where he's standing next to the stage and my friends Alex and Dingler want to get his album, so were hanging out there and debating whether we should ask Black Ice to smoke. When the show ended the first thing we said to each other was that we should smoke with him. So we were talking about it, how amazing it would be if we just brought Black Ice back to Dupont and hit bowls out of Optimus or something like that. So we were toying with the idea of smoking with him, knowing in the back of our heads that we wouldn't really muster up the courage to ask Black Ice if he was tryna. So, we kept debating it, but we never asked him if he wanted to smoke weed.
So we head back to Dupont and we see a couple friends of ours on the way back. they were already drunk as shit, stumbling all over the trails and it was only 10:40. apparently they had been drinking since 6. I asked them what they were doing now, and they said changing clothes and then going to this frat party at Phi Tau. In the distance we see another drunk couple stumbling off.
so we get back to dupont. a couple of my friend Chris and my roommate Kamal are high and playing video games, but after awhile we all start drinking in my room. We're having a really good time. Some of us wanted to go to this frat party at Phi Tau while the others wanted to smoke out of a waterfall bong they were making. so me and these three other guys go to the party and its absolute insanity. there were soo many people and it was utterly chaotic. My friend Dingler (who's practically McLovin) hooks up with two random chicks. So were there for awhile, when a fight breaks out in a different room than the one I was in. SoI'm hanging out with Dingler and he points, but i disregarded it. Then cops come in. I just see a few guys come in with the word "Police" on their backs. So me and Dingler split. we head out back, jump the wall of the porch, and walked back to Dupont. As were walking back there are cops pulling up everywhere. so we finally get back to Dupont and met up with our friends who were smoking out of the waterfall.
Next thing I know the whole world is on our hall and one of my friends is throwing a party in his room. There were so many people in the hall some standing, some sitting, some passed out, but more people than i'd ever seen on the hall at once before. So I play some video games and I see that one of my friends who's stumbling in the hall is really really drunk and should be taken care of. So I take her to the lounge and give her water there and she throws up a couple times in our kitchen trash can, and I finally get her to sleep on the couch. But she was in really bad shape. Like seriously bad shape. So I hang out on the hall. I see a couple of my friends who went to an off campus party had come back and they were talking to some drunks girls who were sprawled across the hall floor. Then I see a couple of my friends with girls on their backs racing down the hallway, and one of them falls hard. It was nuts. My hall was falling apart. People were literally passing out in the hallway. My RA's roommate comes back with his girlfriend, they're both stinking drunk, he tells me to get everyone out of the hall cuz I was the most sober person there. apparently there was an ambulance at a dorm nearby. Everyone was going nuts. the world went apeshit.
So after an hour and a half order is restored for the most part. I was feeling kinda tense after being at a party that got busted and with my friend getting sick and all, so me and my friends smoked a couple bowls. That was a fucking good time. That was amazing. So I got blazed. And we went back inside and I checked on my sick friend and she had woken up, but she fell back asleep. So then Iwent to my friend Dingler's room and we were watching entourage. It was there that one of my friends told me that another friend of ours who went to this frat's formal party got so drunk that she was not responsive at all and had to be taken to the hospital. Fuckin BadNews. The world fell apart tonight.
So after some more entourage watching, Dingler's (the kid who's room I'm in) suitemate Matt and his friend who I hadn't met before James comes in. So were talking about our night and how crazy it's been, when James starts discussing his night. He did what I was not audacious enough to do: James had smoked with Black Ice. Apparently he saw Black Ice and his friends in the parking lot after the show and they get talking. So Black Ice mentions that they're gonna get food and maybe smoke. So James comes out and asks them if they needed weed cuz he just re-upped. So he goes with them back to their hotel room where they bust out like...15 huge motherfuckin jars of the dankest weed. and they smoke like 3 blunts, invite more people over, and take shots together and shit.
my night was nuts. all i could say was "oh my god"
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