Wake Up.. it's College Gameday

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."