This past weekend was a big weekend, as ESPN's College Gameday came to Notre Dame's Joyce Center (JACC, our basketball arena) for the first time. The entire student body got e-mails about what was happening when and where, such as when the show was airing, where they'd be filming, for how long, when the doors opened, etc. All they really did was send out a party schedule e-mail. "If you want to be on national television, you must party before midnight on Friday, then stay overnight. We will be filming from 10-12. Party from 1-530. Come back for part 2 and the game."
Filming the show was nuts. maybe 2-3k people(90% students) showed up, hyped up on either intense support for the school or disbelief that this many students were awake at 8am on a saturday morning. Kids crowded around a camera moving up an aisle like vultures circling a prey. Students were literally climbing over one another to get on tv... after all, the majority of kids spent the night in the gym next door in order to get great seats. We had a great system when filming the show. When Digger Phelps (ex-ND-bball coach) talkd, everyone cheered their brains out, because he knew he was pro-ND(we were playing UConn(we lost)). Whenever anyone else was talking, we booed. A lot. The producer guy kept on yelling at us because they couldn't hear each other. Not our problem.
I saw the Harlem Globetrotters that weekend too. Last time I saw them I was like, 8. And you know what? It was still awesome.
I watch the movie "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" they other night. I didn't know you could make a movie in which theres a 7-minutes scene of just peoples eyes and guns in a standoff that coudl keep you on the edge of your seat. I highly recommend this movie, because of epic Clint Eastwood quotes like this... "Six is the perfect number... because I have six bullets in my gun."
Sean Poe... here you go.(Don't ask.)
When I get a package at school from home, its really easy to tell who packed it up and sent it. If I open it and its everything I asked to be sent out, then I know my dad sent it. However, if I open it and theres little notes attached to everything, an extra $20 thrown in, and extra little items added that I don't really need or those I asked for in excess (I need pens.... "Here's 40"), I know my mom packed that one, but hey, only a mother's love.
My math teacher wore the same collared shirt for about 4 classes in a row (Note.. this is a MWF class..) I've figured he either doesn't shower, does laundry every night, or he's the greatest party-holic alive.
Waking up in the morning is obviously a huge deal for every college student. Every MWF I have a 9:35 class across campus, and I have to get outta my room at the latest 9:23 to be on time. Besides the 2 alarms on my iHome and 3 on my cell, I always go through a moral argument every morning. "Can I miss this class? Well yes, but I'd probably be confused next time....Am I up early enough to shower? If you get up now, yes. Or you can get 15 min more of sleep." 15 min later, I race outta bed, grab my laptop, books, random things to eat, jacket, and I run downstairs and out the front door. I'm congratulating myself along the way, after all, it's 910am and I'm already on my way.....
But here's what ruins it. The minute you step outside, there are kids everywhere, hundreds of other students that either had an 830 class or got up to get breakfast. And suddenly it makes my great effort to get up and go to class on time seem like nothing. My sacrifice to arise turns to laziness to awaken when I see other people out at this time. I want it to be deserted, dark, and a man hands me a medal at the entrance to my class building as he says "You are an amazing individual for getting up this early after playing NHL09 till 3am last night."
Have you ever been walking across campus, and you hear conversation going on behind you, and you're pretty sure its a friend because you recognize the voice, but you aren't 100% sure it's them?? You have a decision to make... should you turn around and risk being a really creepy looking person if its not your friends, or just keep on walking and ignore them, and hopefully they didn't know it was you. It's even worse when its a girl that you know.
One of my buddies got a few very noticeable hickies last weekend, of which we obviously ripped on him for of course. But what was the most entertaining were the excuses he made up or we theorized about. He does boxing, so that worked for a while. "I was sparring in practice.....I was hit by a snowball.... I went paintballing.... I was mauled by a bear...I was beaten up by a man with very tiny fists."
Friday, January 30, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Here it Goes: New Face, Same Place
Now, I love to share a good thing, and I like to look at this little blog as a good thing. Our good friend Brian has always been more of a writer than Garrett and myself, but as you may come to know, he has a certain style about him. I'm here to let you know that the kid is currently having a blast at Binghamton. After reading this, you may come to look at what I write about as the "lighter side"; but as we've come to know him, he goes out and has a great time, then days later, he basically analyzes his "simple little life". I'll let you come to judge, and in the same words with which it was presented to me, so here it goes...
Getting back to school now, it is only clearer that you always want what you can’t have. All break long I slept until 3 pm when my buddy Kevin wasn’t calling me to wake up and work out, or when I had some insignificant family chore to complete to insure that the poor college kid had gas in his car. All break long, I longed for easily accessible alcohol and convenient drunkenness, inhibited by living with my parents and the privilege of having to drive myself everywhere (sober). However, now that I’m back, I actually have homework and a schedule to follow, I have to earn my weekends, and I can’t sleep all day or drive anywhere. I can’t even get a solid breakfast after 2 in the afternoon anymore. And it’s cold as eff. At least I can still go to the gym on the other side of campus and stare at asses on the treadmill.
The good news is: Now I’m surrounded by Binghamton girls.
The bad news: being surrounded by Binghamton girls.
Can’t catch a break there.
In my first astronomy lecture of the semester, the professor was showing slides of different stars, galaxies, and heavenly structures. He says that the crab nebula has a pulsar at its center that is about 16 miles long. One awkward fool next to me: “That’s what she said…………………………..Wait, no she didn’t.” A little later on fatboy professor puts a Stephen Hawking quote on the board, and asks the class if anyone knows who Hawking is. One kid sitting a few rows behind me says, “Uh, the Christopher Reeves guy?” He sounded pretty serious. Part of me already wants to be at Cornell…
In the cab home after my first late night out back in Bing on Saturday, while with two girls we had convinced we were seniors, a kid in the back of the cab found a tennis racket. I decided I could try to sneak it out of the cab without the driver noticing if I put it under my shirt and pretended the handle sticking out the neck of my shirt was a phone. Once we get back to my dorm, I hop out and walk inside, and shortly after the driver knocks on the door while I was trying it out on Stefano’s limbs in the hallway. Turns out it hurts. He politely asked for his racket back because he plays all the time, saying I could get my own at Walmart for about $12. Turns out it was the same dick driver who kicked us out 15 blocks from a frat while it was snowing one night, when we surely didn’t have jackets or layers on because frat parties don’t have coat checks, only warm beer and dirty bathrooms. I should have thrown it through his windshield.
I lost my room key. While sober, the night I was snowed before coming home for break. It fell out of my pocket either in a movie theater or Walmart. A MONTH AGO. That shit is a certifiable sacrifice to the gods. I now have to pay $70 to change the locks in my room. FML. What kind of bs is that? It’s not like a Walmart employee is going to have the resources to locate the door which that key opens, infiltrate the campus, and put peanut butter on the roof of my mouth while I am sleeping. Tom Cruise isn't donning smiley-face buttons undercover waiting for THAT impossible mission.
Ever notice how great awkward relationships are when you can exploit them on the weekends? I point out all the kids from my hall who I have embarrassing nicknames for, tell them to their face, and neither of us remember the specifics, the reunion or the emotional damage caused the night before, just back to blaring silence as we stare at the floor, ceiling, or doors in the elevator. I love college.
-Brian C.
Getting back to school now, it is only clearer that you always want what you can’t have. All break long I slept until 3 pm when my buddy Kevin wasn’t calling me to wake up and work out, or when I had some insignificant family chore to complete to insure that the poor college kid had gas in his car. All break long, I longed for easily accessible alcohol and convenient drunkenness, inhibited by living with my parents and the privilege of having to drive myself everywhere (sober). However, now that I’m back, I actually have homework and a schedule to follow, I have to earn my weekends, and I can’t sleep all day or drive anywhere. I can’t even get a solid breakfast after 2 in the afternoon anymore. And it’s cold as eff. At least I can still go to the gym on the other side of campus and stare at asses on the treadmill.
The good news is: Now I’m surrounded by Binghamton girls.
The bad news: being surrounded by Binghamton girls.
Can’t catch a break there.
In my first astronomy lecture of the semester, the professor was showing slides of different stars, galaxies, and heavenly structures. He says that the crab nebula has a pulsar at its center that is about 16 miles long. One awkward fool next to me: “That’s what she said…………………………..Wait, no she didn’t.” A little later on fatboy professor puts a Stephen Hawking quote on the board, and asks the class if anyone knows who Hawking is. One kid sitting a few rows behind me says, “Uh, the Christopher Reeves guy?” He sounded pretty serious. Part of me already wants to be at Cornell…
In the cab home after my first late night out back in Bing on Saturday, while with two girls we had convinced we were seniors, a kid in the back of the cab found a tennis racket. I decided I could try to sneak it out of the cab without the driver noticing if I put it under my shirt and pretended the handle sticking out the neck of my shirt was a phone. Once we get back to my dorm, I hop out and walk inside, and shortly after the driver knocks on the door while I was trying it out on Stefano’s limbs in the hallway. Turns out it hurts. He politely asked for his racket back because he plays all the time, saying I could get my own at Walmart for about $12. Turns out it was the same dick driver who kicked us out 15 blocks from a frat while it was snowing one night, when we surely didn’t have jackets or layers on because frat parties don’t have coat checks, only warm beer and dirty bathrooms. I should have thrown it through his windshield.
I lost my room key. While sober, the night I was snowed before coming home for break. It fell out of my pocket either in a movie theater or Walmart. A MONTH AGO. That shit is a certifiable sacrifice to the gods. I now have to pay $70 to change the locks in my room. FML. What kind of bs is that? It’s not like a Walmart employee is going to have the resources to locate the door which that key opens, infiltrate the campus, and put peanut butter on the roof of my mouth while I am sleeping. Tom Cruise isn't donning smiley-face buttons undercover waiting for THAT impossible mission.
Ever notice how great awkward relationships are when you can exploit them on the weekends? I point out all the kids from my hall who I have embarrassing nicknames for, tell them to their face, and neither of us remember the specifics, the reunion or the emotional damage caused the night before, just back to blaring silence as we stare at the floor, ceiling, or doors in the elevator. I love college.
-Brian C.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
The Search for the Perfect Stall on a Saturday Morning
A spark to a new set of articles I will publish between sungoations. I'm trying it out for now, we'll see how it goes.
“Ok, gotta take the Browns to the Superbowl, let’s look for a good stall…
First Stall: Friday night last night? Oh god, there’s puke everywhere
Let’s see if anyone made it down to the fifth one… well apparently several people found out about the 4 for the price of 1 chalupa deal at Tex Mex. I wonder if a lot of people use this stall because it has the window, or no one uses it because it has a window. Anyway, let’s try next door.
Fourth stall: piss everywhere, I’m beginning to regret only having one urinal in this bathroom.
Third stall: I guarantee everyone uses this one because no one thinks the center will ever be occupied, comparing it to a set of 5 urinals. It’s different with stalls, I’m too smart for this one. Plus there’s piss and I’m still a little too close to that vomit smell.
Second stall: I can see the vomit leaking over to me on the floor, I think there might be a little more in a second if I don’t move.
Final verdict: I’d usually go to ole faithful fourth stall, but I am beginning to regret amazing deals for awful mexican food combined with dirty mexican beer, so I feel a potential toxic shit coming on, plus I have my key on me; I’ll just hit up the ladies bathroom down the stairs.”
“Ok, gotta take the Browns to the Superbowl, let’s look for a good stall…
First Stall: Friday night last night? Oh god, there’s puke everywhere
Let’s see if anyone made it down to the fifth one… well apparently several people found out about the 4 for the price of 1 chalupa deal at Tex Mex. I wonder if a lot of people use this stall because it has the window, or no one uses it because it has a window. Anyway, let’s try next door.
Fourth stall: piss everywhere, I’m beginning to regret only having one urinal in this bathroom.
Third stall: I guarantee everyone uses this one because no one thinks the center will ever be occupied, comparing it to a set of 5 urinals. It’s different with stalls, I’m too smart for this one. Plus there’s piss and I’m still a little too close to that vomit smell.
Second stall: I can see the vomit leaking over to me on the floor, I think there might be a little more in a second if I don’t move.
Final verdict: I’d usually go to ole faithful fourth stall, but I am beginning to regret amazing deals for awful mexican food combined with dirty mexican beer, so I feel a potential toxic shit coming on, plus I have my key on me; I’ll just hit up the ladies bathroom down the stairs.”
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Back to the Bronx: Paradox Life
This week was my first one back at Manhattan, and it has shed some light on things that I had not noticed before. Thinking back on when I am doing one thing for awhile, or living at one place for some time, I always envision changing to be a process. However, once I begin something different (like living at school again) I'm back into my old mode of school, and I can't imagine going home; I live the Paradox Life.
-Before I waste my time talking about how my life is backwards, let's think about college friends. Saying hey to everyone you see in a day is definitely a process. I used to have tunnel vision and just focus straight ahead to avoid awkward situations. Lately, I have decided to be more open and say hi to basically everyone. The thing is I don't know where I want to establish the cut-off line, so I may ignore someone who says hi, and I could say hi to someone currently in tunnel vision. There's nothing like getting shut down to a nod-hello.
-Entourage brought it up best I think around the third season when turtle did the nod-hello to Drama's "guaranteed" girl; you can't really look like more of a loser than saying hi two ways, and getting shut down twice in one shot.
-I can't decide which I hate more: a hot shower with no pressure (home), or a freezing shower with enough pressure to kill a mule (college).
-The freedom that comes with going away to college is something I definitely took for granted when I went home. At night in school, a lot of the time, plans don't formulate until like 10. At home, my parents were sleeping an hour ago. It's not really called sneaking out if you leave them a text to read in the morning right? Not according to them; I get yelled at for so many things at home that don't even phase college Ryan.
-As I was saying, I'm a very paradoxical person in that I very much enjoy silence at times, but awkward silences annoy the shit out of me. I wish there was some sort of device that could that automatically sparked up a conversation between two people, ending the silence's awkwardness. I think that's why God created the iPod, because with music, there exists no awkward silences.
-After having been in the shower for a few minutes, do you ever forget which body parts you washed? I inevitably end up having to wash nearly everything again. The weird thing is, I’m like part OCD and part really lazy, so I’m like, I probably washed that, don't have to worry about that, but I definitely gotta wash this. Yeah, I didn't think so...I'm weird.
-I leave my weird little life to bring to you something I thought of - what if an extreme insomniac also had an intense case of narcolepsy. Usually narcolepsy has some sort of trigger, so if you're the asshole friend of this person, you could have a little fun either making him always go to sleep or staying up days on end. I guess in that case, you could only wish for a less paradoxical life with better friends...
-Before I waste my time talking about how my life is backwards, let's think about college friends. Saying hey to everyone you see in a day is definitely a process. I used to have tunnel vision and just focus straight ahead to avoid awkward situations. Lately, I have decided to be more open and say hi to basically everyone. The thing is I don't know where I want to establish the cut-off line, so I may ignore someone who says hi, and I could say hi to someone currently in tunnel vision. There's nothing like getting shut down to a nod-hello.
-Entourage brought it up best I think around the third season when turtle did the nod-hello to Drama's "guaranteed" girl; you can't really look like more of a loser than saying hi two ways, and getting shut down twice in one shot.
-I can't decide which I hate more: a hot shower with no pressure (home), or a freezing shower with enough pressure to kill a mule (college).
-The freedom that comes with going away to college is something I definitely took for granted when I went home. At night in school, a lot of the time, plans don't formulate until like 10. At home, my parents were sleeping an hour ago. It's not really called sneaking out if you leave them a text to read in the morning right? Not according to them; I get yelled at for so many things at home that don't even phase college Ryan.
-As I was saying, I'm a very paradoxical person in that I very much enjoy silence at times, but awkward silences annoy the shit out of me. I wish there was some sort of device that could that automatically sparked up a conversation between two people, ending the silence's awkwardness. I think that's why God created the iPod, because with music, there exists no awkward silences.
-After having been in the shower for a few minutes, do you ever forget which body parts you washed? I inevitably end up having to wash nearly everything again. The weird thing is, I’m like part OCD and part really lazy, so I’m like, I probably washed that, don't have to worry about that, but I definitely gotta wash this. Yeah, I didn't think so...I'm weird.
-I leave my weird little life to bring to you something I thought of - what if an extreme insomniac also had an intense case of narcolepsy. Usually narcolepsy has some sort of trigger, so if you're the asshole friend of this person, you could have a little fun either making him always go to sleep or staying up days on end. I guess in that case, you could only wish for a less paradoxical life with better friends...
Monday, January 19, 2009
Traveling and Break
Well, the holidays are over, and my first Christmas break as a college student was too short, or at least it felt that way... I guess sleeping for about 40% of my entire break would do that. But nonetheless, it was filled with a bunch of memorable stories and thoughts, some are funny, some are interesting, so here we go:
After being home for the first two weeks I noticed a few things that I definitely took for granted at home that I don't have/did not have to do at college. For example, I don't have to climb a ladder to get in or out of my bed, the bathroom is 10 feet away, and the fridge is full of actual edible and perishable items instead of cans and condiments.
It sucks having to drive everywhere. 17 year-old Garrett-with-a-new-license would probably curse me, but its a hassle if I want to hang out with friends, because I can't walk next door or about 200 feet to their dorm.
Lack of late-night social life... not saying there isn't any on Long Island, but a college campus at 2am on a saturday is still buzzing... Its pretty easy to find somewhere to hang out or something to do. The only thing 2am gets you on Long Island is no traffic and taco-bell's, 7-11's, and Dunkin' Donuts'.
I actually missed quarterdogs at ND. For those of you that don't know, QD's are hot-dogs that go on sale in our student center at midnight for.. you guessed it, a quarter apiece. Its surprising how many people show up for a hot-dog at midnight, especially on the weekends. Never has one dollar been spent so well... on indigestion.
In other news, some other things...
I pulled into the NYSC gym's parking lot near me one day over break, and there was a LINE to park. A LINE. Reason? They wanted one of the parking spots in the first 2 rows, not the last 6 Is it just me, or is it kind of ridiculous that the people going to the GYM make a visible effort to park no more than 20 yards away so they don't have to walk that far??
I turned 19 over break... woo. Now I can buy tobacco legally in NY, not like I needed to in the first place. But in other news, I was thinking about the "Happy Birthday" song, like when it is sung to you at a party. Is there any right way to act? You can't really sing it along with anyone, because its for you; You look around, but EVERYONE is making eye contact with you, so you just sit there and smile and semi-laugh along until its over... just one long awkward laugh.
Over break I did a bunch of traveling, besides the multiple flights to and from school, I also drove to Virginia for a few days. And I figured out that I despise the clueless people in the airports....
- At the auto-check-in kiosk in front of me, some lady thought you had to "double-tap" for each button in her password... which you don't have to. This required 3... THREE... employees to figure out why her password wasn't working. And 15 minutes of my time. It was the only kiosk open.
- My flight out of NY-LGA to Cincinnati was canceled and re-routed to Detroit, Michigan. The flight took off an hour late, and I missed my connection to South Bend, Indiana(where ND is.) Upon arrival, my flight, which had about 25 kids who needed to get to SB on it, were told that there was only one more flight today going to SB that was open.. and there was no one on the standby list. The Service desk was gate A43... we were at gate A8. I took off first, legitimately running down the airport 1/4 mile to the gate(Midwest airports are really spread out). 5 kids commandeered an airport golf cart and passed me on the right, but were stopped by food vendors blocking the aisle. A short while later, I was the first one the finish the sprint, followed by 24 other huffing and puffing kids. I was first on the waiting list. I ended up being the only person accepted onto the flight. Yay for being in shape. 5 kids cried at the counter. Hopefully they made it lol.
-On this same flight, I met a man who led one of the most incredulous lives ever. Literally. First of all, the setting. A dark plane cabin, super quiet. This Indian guy sits down next to me, sticks his hand out, and practically shouts "Hi, I'm Mike." In my mind, "Crap, this guy wants to talk." Little did I know what I was in for:
--- Mike grew up in southern India. He attended boarding school, then dental school. He specialized in jaw surgery, and proceeded for the next 12 years to travel the globe performing special surgeries. One day he risked most of his savings in a hedge fund on wall street.. and hit it big. Mike took 3 years off, worked in a surf shop on a California beach coast "for the half-Mexican babes", and now he travels the globe, performing surgeries and business, and finding a new girlfriend in every country. His friends drive Ferrari's and Lambo's, he's been to 70-something countries(showed me his passport), and on his off-weekends he sails on yachts and spends time driving around Dubai living the dream. He informed me that the next big thing to spend money on is land in India with cows on them, selling them later for a profit...his advice for me as an engineering student was "Forget chicks. Make money. Then the chicks will come my friend."
-Snow accumulation at ND has begun. It snows. It never melts. Ever. The snow from before Christmas is still here.. underneath another 14 inches. Great. It was also -15 the other day. TEMPERATURE. With wind chill? -42 at midnight. You know how cold that it? My breath froze in mid-air then snowed to the ground. Then the ketchup on my Quarterdog froze. Damnit
That's about it for now... it was a little dry, we'll see about next time.
After being home for the first two weeks I noticed a few things that I definitely took for granted at home that I don't have/did not have to do at college. For example, I don't have to climb a ladder to get in or out of my bed, the bathroom is 10 feet away, and the fridge is full of actual edible and perishable items instead of cans and condiments.
It sucks having to drive everywhere. 17 year-old Garrett-with-a-new-license would probably curse me, but its a hassle if I want to hang out with friends, because I can't walk next door or about 200 feet to their dorm.
Lack of late-night social life... not saying there isn't any on Long Island, but a college campus at 2am on a saturday is still buzzing... Its pretty easy to find somewhere to hang out or something to do. The only thing 2am gets you on Long Island is no traffic and taco-bell's, 7-11's, and Dunkin' Donuts'.
I actually missed quarterdogs at ND. For those of you that don't know, QD's are hot-dogs that go on sale in our student center at midnight for.. you guessed it, a quarter apiece. Its surprising how many people show up for a hot-dog at midnight, especially on the weekends. Never has one dollar been spent so well... on indigestion.
In other news, some other things...
I pulled into the NYSC gym's parking lot near me one day over break, and there was a LINE to park. A LINE. Reason? They wanted one of the parking spots in the first 2 rows, not the last 6 Is it just me, or is it kind of ridiculous that the people going to the GYM make a visible effort to park no more than 20 yards away so they don't have to walk that far??
I turned 19 over break... woo. Now I can buy tobacco legally in NY, not like I needed to in the first place. But in other news, I was thinking about the "Happy Birthday" song, like when it is sung to you at a party. Is there any right way to act? You can't really sing it along with anyone, because its for you; You look around, but EVERYONE is making eye contact with you, so you just sit there and smile and semi-laugh along until its over... just one long awkward laugh.
Over break I did a bunch of traveling, besides the multiple flights to and from school, I also drove to Virginia for a few days. And I figured out that I despise the clueless people in the airports....
- At the auto-check-in kiosk in front of me, some lady thought you had to "double-tap" for each button in her password... which you don't have to. This required 3... THREE... employees to figure out why her password wasn't working. And 15 minutes of my time. It was the only kiosk open.
- My flight out of NY-LGA to Cincinnati was canceled and re-routed to Detroit, Michigan. The flight took off an hour late, and I missed my connection to South Bend, Indiana(where ND is.) Upon arrival, my flight, which had about 25 kids who needed to get to SB on it, were told that there was only one more flight today going to SB that was open.. and there was no one on the standby list. The Service desk was gate A43... we were at gate A8. I took off first, legitimately running down the airport 1/4 mile to the gate(Midwest airports are really spread out). 5 kids commandeered an airport golf cart and passed me on the right, but were stopped by food vendors blocking the aisle. A short while later, I was the first one the finish the sprint, followed by 24 other huffing and puffing kids. I was first on the waiting list. I ended up being the only person accepted onto the flight. Yay for being in shape. 5 kids cried at the counter. Hopefully they made it lol.
-On this same flight, I met a man who led one of the most incredulous lives ever. Literally. First of all, the setting. A dark plane cabin, super quiet. This Indian guy sits down next to me, sticks his hand out, and practically shouts "Hi, I'm Mike." In my mind, "Crap, this guy wants to talk." Little did I know what I was in for:
--- Mike grew up in southern India. He attended boarding school, then dental school. He specialized in jaw surgery, and proceeded for the next 12 years to travel the globe performing special surgeries. One day he risked most of his savings in a hedge fund on wall street.. and hit it big. Mike took 3 years off, worked in a surf shop on a California beach coast "for the half-Mexican babes", and now he travels the globe, performing surgeries and business, and finding a new girlfriend in every country. His friends drive Ferrari's and Lambo's, he's been to 70-something countries(showed me his passport), and on his off-weekends he sails on yachts and spends time driving around Dubai living the dream. He informed me that the next big thing to spend money on is land in India with cows on them, selling them later for a profit...his advice for me as an engineering student was "Forget chicks. Make money. Then the chicks will come my friend."
-Snow accumulation at ND has begun. It snows. It never melts. Ever. The snow from before Christmas is still here.. underneath another 14 inches. Great. It was also -15 the other day. TEMPERATURE. With wind chill? -42 at midnight. You know how cold that it? My breath froze in mid-air then snowed to the ground. Then the ketchup on my Quarterdog froze. Damnit
That's about it for now... it was a little dry, we'll see about next time.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
First Break in Review
For me, winter vacation for a college student is the weirdest vacation. Sure, we are used to the 3 months or so of summer vacation where we have summer jobs, planned out trips, etc. Whether you have 3 or 6 weeks for winter vacation, the same questions still occur: Do I get a job? Do I go somewhere with my friends? I just inevitably end up doing the same thing everyday. The only productive thing I have done is watch some movies that I have been deprived of not seeing yet in my life (take Goodfellas for example). Without further ado, let's take my first winter break in review.
-I know I'm supposed to be living the life/dream with five weeks of nothing to do, but after awhile, it does get a little boring. No one besides other college kids can sympathize with this feeling, and that makes it kind of worse.
-My friends and I have come up with so many things to do, all of which bring us back to childhood: laser-tag, zoo, aquarium. I wish that when I was a kid, I could drive, because now I'm either too embarrassed or too lazy, because we haven't done a single thing on that list for this break.
-Why do we type something up, but write it down. I still can just never understand directional common phrases.
-Around Thanksgiving, I decided that I wanted to try out wearing scarves, easily one of the gayer things I've ever done. I don't think scarves are gay at all, but planning out a pretty plain fashion style to incorporate into your life is up there on the flameter.
-After a few attempts, I didn't really go through with the scarves idea, which now frustrates me because now my neck gets cold often, but more than that, my friend Cait told me that according to Cosmo, scarves were the sexy thing for men this season. To think of all the men I could have attracted. Effff
-In that last bullet, I inflicted the NHI rule. I'm not sure about the older and younger generations, but ours is definitely a fan of the phrase, no homo. "Dude that scarf you're wearing makes you look really sexy, no homo." Now, if the man doesn't say no homo, and he's a trusted source who I know is straight, I inflict the NHI rule (no homo implied). If I or others are unsure of his affinity, may God have mercy on his soul.
-A lot of the time, I don’t hear or feel my phone when you’re trying to contact me, I’m probably not ignoring you, well, unless I actually am, and in that case, stop trying to call me, I can’t hear or feel my phone anyway.
-Since I got a new phone about two months ago, I have only taken it off of vibrate a handful of times...so infrequent that I don't even recognize my obnoxious ring. When I do actually put the ringer on, and I get called, I'm like, "What the ef is that noise, it's so annoying." Then I realized it's my phone and I feel like an asshole.
-I've always wished that I had a cool nickname. Anyone I went to high school with calls me McCarthy. This worked out great because there were so many ryans and brians in our irish mick of a prep school. Since I've gotten to college, I've begun the slow process of getting that to R-Mac, down to just Mac. Because, yes, I do love “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.” Project badass rules.
-And I'll end with the fact that I'm still always forgetting things. At this meeting I had in the city today, this guy was telling me how we were supposed to cherish these breaks that I've been bored during. I had a witty comment to retort, but then and now I simply can't remember it. I've been trying to carry around a little book to help me remember things more easily, but I simply always forget a pen to write it down. I then figure I can save it on Ryepod, but the battery died, so I can't type it up either.
-I know I'm supposed to be living the life/dream with five weeks of nothing to do, but after awhile, it does get a little boring. No one besides other college kids can sympathize with this feeling, and that makes it kind of worse.
-My friends and I have come up with so many things to do, all of which bring us back to childhood: laser-tag, zoo, aquarium. I wish that when I was a kid, I could drive, because now I'm either too embarrassed or too lazy, because we haven't done a single thing on that list for this break.
-Why do we type something up, but write it down. I still can just never understand directional common phrases.
-Around Thanksgiving, I decided that I wanted to try out wearing scarves, easily one of the gayer things I've ever done. I don't think scarves are gay at all, but planning out a pretty plain fashion style to incorporate into your life is up there on the flameter.
-After a few attempts, I didn't really go through with the scarves idea, which now frustrates me because now my neck gets cold often, but more than that, my friend Cait told me that according to Cosmo, scarves were the sexy thing for men this season. To think of all the men I could have attracted. Effff
-In that last bullet, I inflicted the NHI rule. I'm not sure about the older and younger generations, but ours is definitely a fan of the phrase, no homo. "Dude that scarf you're wearing makes you look really sexy, no homo." Now, if the man doesn't say no homo, and he's a trusted source who I know is straight, I inflict the NHI rule (no homo implied). If I or others are unsure of his affinity, may God have mercy on his soul.
-A lot of the time, I don’t hear or feel my phone when you’re trying to contact me, I’m probably not ignoring you, well, unless I actually am, and in that case, stop trying to call me, I can’t hear or feel my phone anyway.
-Since I got a new phone about two months ago, I have only taken it off of vibrate a handful of times...so infrequent that I don't even recognize my obnoxious ring. When I do actually put the ringer on, and I get called, I'm like, "What the ef is that noise, it's so annoying." Then I realized it's my phone and I feel like an asshole.
-I've always wished that I had a cool nickname. Anyone I went to high school with calls me McCarthy. This worked out great because there were so many ryans and brians in our irish mick of a prep school. Since I've gotten to college, I've begun the slow process of getting that to R-Mac, down to just Mac. Because, yes, I do love “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.” Project badass rules.
-And I'll end with the fact that I'm still always forgetting things. At this meeting I had in the city today, this guy was telling me how we were supposed to cherish these breaks that I've been bored during. I had a witty comment to retort, but then and now I simply can't remember it. I've been trying to carry around a little book to help me remember things more easily, but I simply always forget a pen to write it down. I then figure I can save it on Ryepod, but the battery died, so I can't type it up either.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Happy Holidays Edition
It's been awhile since I have picked my own brain, but at this time of year, I very rarely get anything productive done. Some things I've have noticed around the winter holidays include:
-It's pretty much an accepted fact that the time between Christmas and New Years includes absolutely nothing productive. These days fly by while you spend your time thinking about making plans...not actually making any. Back in grade school, it sucked a lot more because this is the only time you have off. Now I have so many weeks before and after it that I'm losing my mind finding something to do; would anyone like to be in a TV show?
-Because of that, I am writing a television show. I spent these weeks doing what every other person has been doing, abusing my Christmas (Hanukkah) gifts so much that I will probably never use them again by the end of January. Watching the extras on my It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia DVDs made me realize that I'm a lot like these guys, so I think I could write a TV show. I mean it's not like I have anything else to do, right?
-I spend most of my days thinking of new ways to make millions of dollars. I joined my brother in an online business which I plan to actually do some work on soon. I'm writing a television show which will hopefully make millions (did you get my e-mail yet, FX?). Who needs school when you have a wild imagination with zero work ethic?
-I love New Year's Eve parties as much as the next person, but when I'm having a great time before the clock strikes twelve, I've noticed something. For me, when we do the countdown, and the clock finally strikes, it's like now what? You keep on doing the exact same thing you were doing, nothing really changes. New Year's Eve is just another excuse for a party and a night in which to have a great time, but hey who's complaining?
-Christmas is my favorite holiday, but not because you get lots of cool presents. It is by far the laziest day of the year. Now that my family has grown a bit older, we all get to sleep in until late morning. We open gifts, then have a huge breakfast, after which we just spend the rest of the day playing games and eating. What a brilliant idea, why can't every holiday be spent this way?
-In the end, we're just left with a bunch of questions, but who cares about those, here are just a few things I've observed:
-When online shopping, don't make the same mistake I made. If you would like to purchase something from Dick's, the website is dicksportinggoods.com, definitely not something else.
-If you have a piece of paper you want to throw out, a heavy decision lies in whether or not you are going to attempt to throw it in the trash can like a basketball shot. If you make it, and play it cool, you're going to be rather satisfied with yourself (definitely don't overplay if you made it in, not as cool). However, if you miss, you just look like an ass who either sucks at basketball or litters.
-Oh, and finally to all the people who film their TV's and put up the videos on youtube - thanks for providing a video of something I had wanted to see on TV and missed, but one thing. The TV isn't going anywhere, why is your video shaking? You can put the camera down on a stack of books or something. Especially when you're going to be doing that to my future TV show, I wouldn't want terrible quality videos of it on youtube, that's all I ask.
-It's pretty much an accepted fact that the time between Christmas and New Years includes absolutely nothing productive. These days fly by while you spend your time thinking about making plans...not actually making any. Back in grade school, it sucked a lot more because this is the only time you have off. Now I have so many weeks before and after it that I'm losing my mind finding something to do; would anyone like to be in a TV show?
-Because of that, I am writing a television show. I spent these weeks doing what every other person has been doing, abusing my Christmas (Hanukkah) gifts so much that I will probably never use them again by the end of January. Watching the extras on my It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia DVDs made me realize that I'm a lot like these guys, so I think I could write a TV show. I mean it's not like I have anything else to do, right?
-I spend most of my days thinking of new ways to make millions of dollars. I joined my brother in an online business which I plan to actually do some work on soon. I'm writing a television show which will hopefully make millions (did you get my e-mail yet, FX?). Who needs school when you have a wild imagination with zero work ethic?
-I love New Year's Eve parties as much as the next person, but when I'm having a great time before the clock strikes twelve, I've noticed something. For me, when we do the countdown, and the clock finally strikes, it's like now what? You keep on doing the exact same thing you were doing, nothing really changes. New Year's Eve is just another excuse for a party and a night in which to have a great time, but hey who's complaining?
-Christmas is my favorite holiday, but not because you get lots of cool presents. It is by far the laziest day of the year. Now that my family has grown a bit older, we all get to sleep in until late morning. We open gifts, then have a huge breakfast, after which we just spend the rest of the day playing games and eating. What a brilliant idea, why can't every holiday be spent this way?
-In the end, we're just left with a bunch of questions, but who cares about those, here are just a few things I've observed:
-When online shopping, don't make the same mistake I made. If you would like to purchase something from Dick's, the website is dicksportinggoods.com, definitely not something else.
-If you have a piece of paper you want to throw out, a heavy decision lies in whether or not you are going to attempt to throw it in the trash can like a basketball shot. If you make it, and play it cool, you're going to be rather satisfied with yourself (definitely don't overplay if you made it in, not as cool). However, if you miss, you just look like an ass who either sucks at basketball or litters.
-Oh, and finally to all the people who film their TV's and put up the videos on youtube - thanks for providing a video of something I had wanted to see on TV and missed, but one thing. The TV isn't going anywhere, why is your video shaking? You can put the camera down on a stack of books or something. Especially when you're going to be doing that to my future TV show, I wouldn't want terrible quality videos of it on youtube, that's all I ask.
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