Quote of the Week

Might-As-Well-Be-Virgin-2 threw me her clear nail polish...

M-A-W-B-V-2- you almost done with that nail polish?

Me- yeah in 1...2...3...4

I closed the bottle as I read the label...

Me- Maximum growth ... hmm... you should give this to your boyfriend

and I threw her back the nail polish...

(I finally said something funny!) am I allowed to use my own quote for quote of the week?

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Goodbye

Goodbye junior year… almost -exams are coming and I don’t plan on caring about them…just kidding I’m not that cool. I had all my final presentations this week and ONE MORE on Tuesday afternoon… sick bro.

Anyways, I unwillingly decided to celebrate the almost conclusion of my third year by getting woken up at 3AM by Red and PE Teacher. The lightning and thunder was absolutely obnoxious. For the next two hours we stared out my bedroom window awaiting a tornado to take us away.

It was especially frightening for myself considering my high school friend called me earlier in the day explaining she had a detailed dream regarding my death from tornado the night before.

I was totally not worried anyways...

I called my mom this morning to explain the dream and the near death experience from the last night and her only response was:

“You know you should go to the basement during a tornado?”

“I know Mom, duh, we were gonna run down there if we saw one.”

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The S's

All the athletes were required to go listen to Linda Hancock talk about all the S’s…

Sex

Substance Abuse

Stress

Silliness

Sexual Assault

other Shit

It was hilarious. Other than my mother, she may be the most realistic person I have ever heard speak in my life.

I can’t ever remember my mom telling me NOT to have sex or NOT to drink… she did however say things like:

“be careful, we’re fertile,” or

“we have a long line of alcoholics in this family,”

And other weird parental advice that I’ve either chosen to forget or can’t seem to currently remember.

Very useful information mom… thanks.

See, when people say “no” it makes you want to do it. My mom’s weird method of never saying no (except that one time she grounded me when I was 18- yeah bullshit… I was an adult the first time I got grounded) oddly enough was fairly successful.

Linda, like my mother, also believed in “no” being an odd method of teaching. Her basic concept was “You’re gonna do it, so do it right.”

Valuable Information:

1.      In one study, 33 male college students were asked to put a condom on correctly -3 got it right.

2.      Women can only get pregnant 12 days out of a month

3. NO, not everyone in college has sex with multiple partners (majority average 1 per 12 months)

4. NO, not everyone does hard drugs - we just try them... KIDDING! (but 9 of 10 that try heroine or crystal meth get addicted)

Linda spoke a lot about shit you know, but don't REALLLLLLYYYY know. Very informative night.

PS. 

I did volunteer for an experiment during Linda's talk- I lost. FYI for the idiots like myself, 1oz. is a shot.

I poured about double that… I’ve always thought I had a bad memory, but I understand why now.

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And the Winner is....

Our team won the Ram’s Cup tonight… HUGE accomplishment. Big Big Deal. If you weren’t at the award’s show than you may not realize how awesome this award is.

Yes, I referred to it as an award show.

In fact, I kind of thought it similar to the Grammy’s. I put on my best shorts and coolest Shepherd Basketball tee-shirt -I was looking very good to say the least.

The Ram’s Cup is given to the team that most often supports the other University teams, but I’d like to refer to the Ram’s Cup as the “Cool Award” awarded to the… well obviously… coolest team (us).

It was proven Post- Award show when my teammates sprinted to their cars and did victory laps around campus while blasting their music, shouting “we are champions” and ensuring that at least half of their bodies were hanging out of the car windows… so cool.

Your Welcome Shepherd.

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Birthday!

I needed nothing more than an elliptical this morning… unfortunately it’s Easter. Instead of working out, PE Teacher and I woke up at 9 to clean up the disaster from last night and to cook a big Might-As-Well-Be-Virgin-2/ Jesus birthday breakfast.

We slaved over her...

Eggs, french toast, bacon and Reeses are hardly the Passover style of celebrating, but I joined in anyways.

M-A-W-B-V-2 is now 21- goodbye underage days. We like to celebrate accordingly and everyone knows 21 calls for.... balloons, duh!

See, the celebration ACTUALLY started yesterday. My brother Mo came in to town and him, Ducky and I drove around barging in to rooms and chowing down on pizza until finally we came across a few lucky people whom we forced to entertain us/ be apart of the birthday celebration. I'm pretty everyone on campus was now at our house... all ten of them.

We wasted the afternoon playing corn hole and breaking wiffle ball bats, until FINALLY the birthday girl arrived. It basically went down hill from here. Dancing and Singing Glee can only be fun for so long... Luckily M-A-W-B-V-1 and PE Teacher pulled through around 10pm with a birthday cake that read something along the lines of "Happy B-day Je...."

Apparently writing while driving is no good

We forced ourselves to remain happy and excited until midnight, but as soon as it ticked we said happy birthday and peaced out... this morning's breakfast was super and although Jew's don't believe that Jesus was resurrected today, I do believe that M-A-W-B-V-2 was born this day  and she is basically just like Jesus... she even tried to walk on water once, it just didn't work for her.

Cheers to 21!

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Quote of the Week

We're reading about our horoscopes...

Might-As-Well-Be-Virgin-1- Pisces live in an ocean and the spirit that flows through you is like the ocean that flows through all the fishes…

PE Teacher- You know, people do say I look like Dory.

Personal Input- Gee, so insightful.

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Star Exponent Article 2

Here's the second Culpeper Star Exponent Newspaper article. Of course I couldn't help but to mention the great football story I shared a few days ago... Enjoy :)

So College: Cherish Every Day

I remember sulking over having to wake up to attend that 8am high school history class about 1670 something and then spending half of Algebra II drooling over paperback books.

I’m pretty sure “I wish this week would end!” came out of my mouth every Monday. Of course my complaining was always followed by my mom saying “Stop talking and go learn something new today.” and dad following her lead with, “Enjoy every day. You’ll miss this.”

Well, truth is, I don’t miss high school — good try mom and dad. But that’s not the point. The point is I think my parent’s attempt at getting me to treasure every day was more about life in general rather than that 10th grade math class.

During my freshman year of college I had this revelation about how fast time goes. At that point, I was two years from 20, five years from 25, 25 years from 50and therefore half of my life was basically almost gone. The “treasure every day” advice all of a sudden became very relevant to my life.

I encountered one of the greatest stories this past Monday night. An ex-Shepherd University football player, who will be graduating in May, piled on his pads and helmet and jogged on to the field for the team’s spring football game. I immediately asked how on earth he managed to sneak in to the locker room and then on to the field. His response was simple — “I’m me.”

Oh, that explains everything.

After stretching a bit on the sideline, he called out his ex-teammate that has since replaced his spot on the field and told him that he just wanted one more play. One snap and whistle later, the head coach noticed him and screamed for him to leave the field.

As this ex-football player jogged off smiling, he screamed back, “But I hustled coach!”

Can you really be mad at this kid for wanting to enjoy one last play? One last moment surrounded by his old teammates? One last adrenaline rush on that beautiful turf he’s become so familiar with?

I respect him. In fact, I love him for this. Not only was his nerve to follow through with this event unordinary and appealing, but his response back to his coach was priceless. He hustled! Isn’t that what every coach wants?

Besides this story, I have nothing worth sharing from this week. It was normal — full of homework, dancing on cars, apologizing to neighbors for parking in their yard — you know, typical college week.

And guess what? I treasured every day.

Week 2 “So College” advice — We’ve all spent hours reminiscing on “the good old days.” Sure, they were good — that’s partly because they really were good and partly because people only remember the good parts. Regardless, don’t dwell on the past. These are the good days — treasure them.

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One Dollar Special

Last night we went to Benders for ten dollar wing night. Yes, ten dollars for wings may seem like a rip off, but it’s all you can eat and let me tell you … we can eat.

A positive to being an athlete in college is that you can eat… a lot -and get away with it. A negative to being an athlete in college, is that when you get injured you still eat… a lot -and you definitely don’t get away with it (This is the situation I’m currently battling).

I discovered two things last night.

1.      Benders (a bar located near Shepherd University) now has Natty Boh on tap –classy... So College.

2.      A “Baltimore Martini” may be the most deceiving/ perfect name for a specialty drink sold at Benders. A Baltimore Martini is nothing more than a glass filled with Natty Boh and the rim covered in Old Bay… Odd? Absolutely.

Best part about the Baltimore Martini is that it costs ONE DOLLAR. I can’t imagine why.

Since I’m one of the few Jews around, I headed home this weekend with the rest of campus to not celebrate Easter with my family. I am in no way complaining about the four day weekend, I just wish people could celebrate Easter at school… way more fun.

I suppose I’m slightly looking forward to my stay in Culpeper… it’s usually quite entertaining. In fact, right now is a blast! I’m writing, Jokey (our cat) is sleeping beside me, Dad’s mowing the lawn, my little brother is ignoring me and my mom just called to ask if I had eaten any of the specially breaded (Passover safe!) left over chicken and followed that with “Want to go to happy hour?”

Doesn’t beer have wheat in it?... God help me.

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Kind of College

Heard two great stories today:

1.      My teammate -I won’t embarrass her… okay I will… a tree branch fell on Goofy and gave her a concussion. I honestly tried to listen to her as she explained the mishap, but I just couldn’t help but to think that this would only happen to her. Apparently some guys were playing catch and one of the guys threw the football in to a tree. This is where I got lost- how does someone throw it powerful enough to knock off a branch, but horribly enough to mistake his partner for the tree? Anyways, this guy threw an awful pass, hit the tree and as the tree branch was falling gracefully atop Goofy’s head, she told me that she had no intentions of moving. She was in such utter shock at this boy’s horrible aim, that she just couldn’t move… I tried to take something good from this story, but really I’m just gonna leave you with the following: If a football hits a branch and the branch hits you… you are one in a million… the bad kind of one in a million.

2.      A senior EX-football player (better known as Posiedon)… also a member of the band, Perpetual Wetness (surprise surprise) snuck in to the locker room, dressed himself in pads and a helmet and jogged on to the football field for one last play. The football team had their spring game today and I’m not sure if I know one other person in the world that would have the guts to not only dress in uniform, but then actually call his teammate out of the game to replace him. I thought Posiedon’s story was quite sentimental at first- how can you blame a guy for wanting ONE MORE PLAY!? But then he explained how as he finished the play, the coach caught him, angrily yelled for him to get off the field and Posiedon responded, “But I hustled coach!”

Gosh, can you really be mad at that? So College… Kind of?

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Shepfest

Yesterday was Shepfest. Besides Perpetual Wetness (Shepherd Band- very innapropriate/ entertaining), Baby winning the Dougie contest was the most enjoyable part of the event. Luckily for modern cameras, the continual snapping will allow you to see her performance...

I think she won a DVD... congrats Baby... Your a real winner.

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So College Video

Rapping isn't one of my finer talents, but look past it. Enjoy the video :)

Stepping Stones

I have been given the opportunity to write a small article in the Culpeper Star Exponent. I've decided to share with the blog followers outside of Culpeper. You'll never guess what it's about...

My little bro sent me this via Iphone here's the rest of the article:

College is not really that stepping stone in to “real life” like I was always told. Nope, nothing like that. I’ll provide examples:

1.       Buffet’s for breakfast, lunch and dinner don’t teach you how to cook. They actually spoil you and happily offer you that extra 15 pounds you’ve always dreamed of. You will NOT get homemade omelets and premade coffee post-college.

2.        School allows you to postpone those haunting loans you’ve gracefully taken full advantage of. Once you graduate, you can say goodbye to the good life. Bills must be paid and collection agencies aren’t fond of waiting.

So no, I have no credentials or reasons to act like I really know what the “real world” is all about, but truth is, as a junior at Shepherd University, I have no intentions of rushing into bills and grocery lists.

But again, I’ll force my opinions on all of those too old to remember and those anxiously approaching the best years of their lives, that college may not be the stepping stone that truly teaches you the responsibilities of daily living, but it is indeed a stepping stone.

 I’ve learned, like many others I assume (and hope for the sake of my reputation), that occasionally you may be the stone that gets stepped on… move on, life happens. Sometimes you’ll step right over the stones, possibly skipping something you would have enjoyed or something you would have regretted. And then eventually, you will follow the stepping stones to right where you want and need to be.

As an upper classman, I now deem myself eligible of spreading knowledge. Well, I’ve always had a way with words- majority of the time they are unreliable, but I am a marketing and communication major, so I have a way of influencing and convincing. Regardless, now that I have a little background under me and those 15 pounds, I feel it necessary to spread what I have gathered.

College is a time to experiment, I suggest you stay free of harmful substances and illegal actions, but it is a time to find yourself, discover who you are and who you want to be. As a high school jock, trouble-maker and jokester, it’s ironic that I have found a true appreciation for poetry. 

I’ve heard opposites attract.

What I am ultimately getting at, is that College will offer you everything you need to succeed, but YOU MUST TAKE ADVANTAGE. Get involved, get outside your comfort zone and jump all over those stepping stones.

Week 1 “So College” advice: Perfection is perception. Do not let anyone influence your likes and dislikes. Discover you. Be the best you, because according to my perception, that is perfect.

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Quote of the Week

Me: Passover starts soon.

PE Teacher: Can you still participate in egg hunting?

Personal Input- UHH, is egg hunting a religion? is it at all significant to the ressurection of Jesus? Yes world, Jews can participate in hide and seek games.

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fail.

Last night I did open mic… epic failure.

By the time we realized it wasn’t the right kind of vibe for me, I was up…I walked unwillingly up the mic as my nice friends cheered obnoxiously… so not open-mic etiquette.

Me- Ummm… I uhh forgot my guitar.

Some guy- You can use mine!

Me- No, no honestly it’s fine, I know poetry…

Some guy- You sure?? It’s no problem…

Me-No really, I’m fine. I’d actually prefer to do the poem.

Some guy- Here take it…

Me- Uhh can you stop offering because if you continue, I’ll have to take the guitar and the truth is, I don’t even know how to play guitar, so I’d be improvising, probably break out in to song and you just wouldn’t like that…

… silence…

Me- here’s a poem…

Annnnd that about wrapped up the night.

Luckily the bore of last night was quickly forgotten after I saw how awesome today was!

My crazy cheerleader neighbor (I’ll refer to her as Cheerwhore) and I spent the afternoon making up a dance for the “SO COLLEGE” song that will be revealed to the public shortly.

Cheerwhore made up some dance consisting of the Dougie and Kat Daddy (spelling?). I know, I know, I too thought they were the names of the boy’s walking by, but they are actually the names of the dance moves.

Forewarning: prepare for sick moves.

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Real Life

Okay, okay, this isn't the world's greatest picture, but proof of Beaver squating 325... yes, 325.

Beaver is a girl.

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Check It

Bet she'll never take my cookies again... Cunt.

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Sexy

Rainy days make me want to curl up in bed, eat cookies and watch movies all day. Unfortunately, I was trapped in classrooms and the gym from 9 to 6.

Boring.

Luckily, Harry Potter came out today, so although my day was ruined, my night is going as planned. Cookies in the oven, Harry and good company (PE Teacher, Red, Dino and the Virgin’s)… what’s better?

I purposely don’t read the Harry Potter books to ensure that the movie isn’t ruined.

Pumped.

We’re awaiting the arrival of the Virgin’s, so PE teacher, Red and I decided to have a nail polish party while watching “What Not to Wear.” This chick is refusing to wear sexy clothes because she claims she doesn’t want people to look at her and think “just sex”

Red: I wish people looked at me and thought sex.

Me: I know! Obviously one day someone would see past the looks, for now I’d prefer the compliments.

She obviously needs to be on “What Not to Think”

Movie time! ... gee, it really is the little things in life.

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Tanning and Tennis

Sunny days have been few and far between here in Sheptown this spring.

Bummer.

Of course we take advantage of the ones we get.

As I was leaving class this afternoon, I spotted half my team attempting to play tennis… half naked. Apparently the sun makes it okay to walk around with no shirt on in the middle of campus.

Within 30 minutes, we had rallied in a few more groupies to join the tanning/ tennis session. After gossiping and judging every person that walked by, we were approached by a Photography major. She saw us being “normal college students” and asked if she could take pictures.

I tried to explain to her that we were far from normal, but she insisted on telling us to pretend like she wasn’t there, suck in our guts and laugh or something.

We listened.

Of course before she left, we obnoxiously asked her if she was a “So College Blog Follower.” She mentioned she had heard of it and I mentioned that she should probably read it religiously or I wouldn’t be interested in hearing about how her project turned out…

Then Might-As-Well-Be-Virgin-1 shouts “She’s the one that writes it… She’s the So College Blog writer.”

The girl gave a fake smile, said “oh” and turned around completely uninterested in my friends, the blog or myself…

We really have to get better pickup lines.

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So Co Stories

Winner of last weeks quotes!

Mandy Johnston- Chugging beers in the parking lot before your 10am Chemistry Class... So College.

Personal Input- She claimed she was desperate to try anything that could possibly make her understand the material... This didn't work.

You live and you learn.

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Writing Me

DC Photo Sesh

Dino and I headed to DC for another photo sesh... Rock On DC... here's a little taste of the day's events. Enjoy :)

Me +

Dino

= Kicks ass 

Flower on corner of Jefferson and 12

oh how I love this place

"People just don't know how brilliant they are"... thank you

who was dancing here?

Skaters for lyfe!

Cherry Blossom Week = Beautiful

But what's more beautiful is getting people to notice what's always there, but never seen.

50 Days

50 years

There is seriously protests about everything... I was thinking I would protest the drinking age soon.

So College

Peace.

Blue and Silver Nike Kicks (YouTube "GreenInkBand")

Weird...

I miss you DC. Thank you for your company.

Home Sweet Home

Mom and I headed to Fredericksburg this morning to replace my busted battery. The 45 minute trip was far from enjoyable… looking back actually maybe it was just that- enjoyable.

The most ignorant worker ever (I’m going to refer to him as Idiot from here on out) thought it was the battery and they told us we were gonna have to wait a few days to get a new one because they had to test it out and what not…

Me- NOPE. That’s not happening. I need it now.

Idiot- well, we have to follow rules. You know like how you have to follow rules at school? You just can’t not follow them.

Me- No … I don’t have to follow rules. Give me a new battery please.

After ten minutes of arguing the other guy comes out and says he thinks it may be the charger not the battery.

Mom- How does that happen?

Idiot- Well, sometimes even pyramids break.

OH.

My trip home overall was pretty entertaining. I came home yesterday afternoon to follow up on my foot. I skip on in, feeling good about life and …. then it went away.

Doc- It’s looking great. It will probably take the full 6 months to heel

Oh…. Okay.

Dad and I decided to go drink away our sorrows. He had a little lifting accident and can only see out of one eye currently… no big deal. So with his one eye and my one foot we headed to a bar downtown… and then another one.

My brother Mo and my Mom picked us up around 8:00pm… that’s when the party started.

Well for me… Dad went to bed. Mo and I headed to Nic’s house (Mo and Nic are Green Ink … sick band. If you haven’t checked them out, YouTube Greeninkband) We had a serious Jam Sesh until about 12:30 … look for bangers soon broooooos.

We arrived back home around 1am and sat around demolishing margaritas and cake with my mom… not sure why the hell she was awake. Our family is so weird. Safren trip=success.

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I Hate You Toshiba

I realized I’m a nerd. I LOVE my computer. I’m obsessed. My good old Toshiba holds all my secrets and stories from the past three years. Unfortunately, last night… my baby died.

Good thing my mom’s a psycho and always tells me to back up my shit because I pretty much have everything that matters on the USB… Nice.… except my Sport’s photography portfolio that contains over a hundred pictures and is due in two weeks… Fuck You Toshiba.

As I was having a minor melt down, my roommates started to cheer in extreme excitement.

“NO MORE BLOGGING. NO MORE BLOGGING”

As the tears fell helplessly from my eyes they continued with cheesy comments like “til death do us part” and “blog or die!”

I found their humor cruel.

Then I cursed them out and decided to eat mini wheats to ease the passing. Surprisingly, it hardly helped.

After taking it to the Tech department this afternoon, they explained that I just had a faulty battery.

What!?

I was pissed. By this point I had grown a sick hatred for Toshiba and decided I was so over HP and I was definitely moving on to Mac. I heard Mac had more to offer and was free of STD’s, who the hell knows what Toshiba had…Let’s just say I’m not happy.

The good news is, in the midst of all this computer drama, I was able to create a YouTube video of the poem I posted the other day. Might-As-Well-Be-Virgin-2 put it together.

Me: It turned out alright thanks dude.
M-A-W-B-V-2: no problem.
Me: Do you like the poem?
M-A-W-B-V-2: not my favorite… mmm nope.
Me: oh, okay… well umm thanks anyways.

So here, you can check out the video if you really want. It’s not my favorite either, and if you think M-A-W-B-V-2 knows what she is talking about, I definitely wouldn’t waste my time pressing that play button.

Outside the Lines

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Outside the Lines

Picture this: I’m on the living room couch (on the computer) Red and PE Teacher are stomping up the stairs towards their rooms (we were in a fight about something I obviously initiated.)

Red: Go ahead Hannah get the last word in like you always do…

Me: I plan on it.

PE Teacher: I’m gonna go upstairs and act like I’m mad at youuuu!

Red: Go Fuck Yourself Hannah.

Me: I’ll think about it…

Two minutes later PE Teacher walks back downstairs.

She throws my red blanket on me and shouts “Here! I don’t want your stupid blanket anymore!”

I laugh and she sits down and begins to talk about the weekend plans.

Five minutes later Red walks down.

Red: I’m not even ready for bed yet I was just being dramatic. (In a whiney “You have to forgive me” voice”)

So much for that fight.

I was so bored last night, PE Teacher spent most of the night helping Might-As-Well-Be-Virgin-1 buy a new cell phone and Red was hooked to the books… BORING.

So I called over little Baby for entertainment. I left her a message that made me sound like I was extremely sad and needed to talk, so she rushed over from night class.

FINALLY!  Let’s play!

Unfortunately she had no intentions of hanging out with me, but she did leave me with a picture she had drawn during class. My boredom combined with her picture resulted in a little poem called Outside the Lines. Enjoy.

There is one window in my third story, 1:00pm, English classroom.

One. Fucking. Window.

Are they trying to keep me hostage?

Stop it …

Cause my mind has scribbled so far outside the lines,

Can’t stop doodling the life I can’t find.

Give me more windows…

I need glass to glare through

I swear that I can’t stand another day in this mustard colored brick built room

I have birds to count and dreams to fuel

There is green, green grass awaiting my day dreams.

 Puffy cloud airplanes saving me a seat

Take me away.

Take me away from this dull yellow pencil, leave me in front of a window, just one more window.

I need a picture to write, something to see, something worth noticing.

This coffee stained carpet isn’t painting the ideal scene,

I need bigger things… a window.

I just need…  I need…

Am I the only one that thinks this way!?

I know I forgot to take my medicine today, but these notes I wrote on 4-5-2011 are covered with a tree.

I want to grow.

I want to grow beyond this classroom

Spread my branches farther than this little town.

I want to fall.

Fall freely with the leaves, but skip the ground and spread my wings

See I want to fly… fly far, far and around to wherever the wind takes me.

Take me.

Take me from this classroom.

Take me from these dream capturing walls and this limiting ceiling.

Reveal me.

Cause right now I’m stuck in this broken blue seat

With a picture of this tree and notes that will technically…

Well, definitely fail me,

But I do wonder what is more satisfying,

A boring reality in the right state of mind or a life outside the lines?

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Sunny Days

Do you like pina colada’s … and getting caught in the rain?

I do.

Sunny days rock my world. Everyone is happy and everyone comes out to play. We’ve been playing since 2. Don’t worry, a video was made by our very own Baby.... it's coming later keep reading...

So, I spent the day wasting away eating PE Teacher's grilled chicken and watching Might-As-Well-Be-Virgin-2 try to long board... so gnarly broooo.

I would now like to tell you about a story Dick FAILED to mention to me. Luckily it finally got revealed today.

Dick was asked to throw the OPENING pitch at the Nationals game a few weeks ago. The rest of us were home on spring break so no wonder we missed the excitement. One of his friends works for the Nationals, so Dick’s military credentials landed him a spot on the mound…

FAIL.

He claims he was hung over and the game was too early in the morning but the truth is, he choked… miserably. Up went the pitch and moments later, the backstop and ten thousand fans rattled in disbelief.

For those who don’t know, fucking up the opening pitch is bad news/ bad omen/ bad fucking luck.

Needless to say the Nat’s got their asses kicked that game … obviously all thanks to Dick.

God I love that story.

FYI: Prior to attending Shepherd University, Dick attended WVU and was a member of the baseball team. Position= pitcher. Due to a career ending injury, he decided to leave. I somehow find the fact that he was once a division one pitcher very interesting after hearing his backstop story… priceless.

Enjoy the show...

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FIRE

I too jumped on the VCU bandwagon… and now I’m off.

The only black girl in the house almost just burnt it down... for any idiots in the world, paper towels will burn. Luckily, Might-As-Well-Be-Virgin-2 is super fast and used her quick thinking to snatch up the flaming towels and throw it in the kitchen sink.

Everyone screamed and started to plot their escape for the door, but not me. I sat and watched in utter disbelief at how ignorant the situation was. As the flames lit up I started to think... there is no way I'm sacrificing my broken foot for this shit.

This house is full of idiots...

MOVING ON. Last night my ego boosted ten notches. Two chicks from CNU were in town visiting PE Teacher. In their drunken state they barged in to my room around midnight (Yes, I was already drooling, foot still propped, squeezing my pillow a little too close).

They asked if I was going to come out with them and proceeded to say “we just wanted to meet the famous so college blog writer.”

And that’s all I needed.

I slept peacefully the rest of the night and treated myself to a cookie for breakfast. Totally deserved it.

Speaking of cookies, I’ve decided that I should probably start taking my beach bod a little more seriously. Might-As-Well-Be-Virgin 1 and 2, PE Teacher, Red and I are heading to Red’s beach house in 5 weeks. I’m seriously considering switching out ice cream for cucumbers and the channel-changer for a six pound weight… I’ll let you know how it goes.

Anyways, I spent all day wishing it was raining out so I had an excuse to lay in bed. It didn’t rain, but that didn’t stop me. I finally rolled out around four and stuffed my face with anything 420 had to offer… a hard day’s work deserves a hardy meal.  

The doorknob of our front door came off. No big deal... it happens all the time.  I have to go find a way to let PE Teacher in.

Goodbye.

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