TooMuchTooSoon

So, clearly I haven’t written a post in about 2 weeks. I have been extremely busy.

That’s what being a Greek on a major University campus will do to you. You get so consumed in your activities that you have no time for ANYTHING. Not even posting something that takes 5 minutes out of your day. This specific lapse in writting revolves around the time of the season (no, not the Zombies song).

It is Homecoming season. My school goes all out for Homecoming, and rightfully so. Greeks especially go all out, what with everything they do. We make floats, pomp, do skits, have a blood drive, do service, decorate the city. It’s crazy. It lasts literally almost 3 weeks at times. It’s insane.

This specific time, I’ve been busy making props for our skits, making backgrounds, just being super busy. It’s almost over though. Our skits are tonight, and Greek Town is buzzing.

That’s one of the best parts about being Greek. We all put in so much work, especially on our campus, and when these times come around, it’s so exciting and thrilling to be a Greek. All anyone can talk about is their skit, homecoming stuff, etc. As grueling and annoying as it may be, it’s the most fun. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Now that my 5 minutes of down time are up, I must go… maybe I’ll write a little more in a few weeks once this is all over.

Don’t forget about that sweet Hotel party story.

While trying to come up with amazing stories from my first semester of Freshman year, the only one that stands out in my mind is our Hotel Party. Now… this was probably the most fun we had freshman year, and definitely the one thing we will all remember.

The Monday of Finals week, yes our first ever Finals week, we rented out two rooms at the Motel 6 in town, in not the best of areas. Anyway, it was myself, Chatham, CS, Wheaton, DumbKid, the tall annoying kid, the short annoying kid, the two girls (the one with the pretzel mascot and the one from texas) and Owasso. There was a one or two others, but they’re not big players in the storyline.

So we filled up the bathtub with ice, put all our beer in there, and each had our own handle/fifth of alcohol. My weapon of choice was Captain Morgan, my favorite up until then, and now just amidst the things I can stand. Needless to say, we all go really drunk really fast, and it was an absolutely amazing time.

Rewind to the weekend before this, Owasso’s boyfriend and her broke up, and it was ugly. He apparently pushed her into the street outside our dorm. Now, not in front of traffic or anything, but he still pushed her… SUPPOSEDLY. Now, my roommate, Wheaton, doesn’t take very kindly to that, and was not very happy.

Fastforward back to the party. This kid calls his girlfriend, and he’s hammered, and is asking where we are, but we wouldn’t tell him. He eventually followed this really stupid kid and found where we were. Owasso and Texas girl were in one of the rooms, and we weren’t going to let him get in. He turns the corner after coming upstairs, and Wheaton meets him right there. We could tell this kid was drunk and high, and that didn’t help his cause. We refused to let him passed, and Wheaton told him to leave immediately, but that didn’t happen. He tried to push passed him, at which point Wheaton said ‘fuck that’ and socked him in the face. There was for sure a scuffle and a few more punches thrown. Wheaton was also at the point of almost going up and over the edge of the railing outside, but we kept him back in.

Separating the two wasn’t the end. No no… it was only the beginning…

Stay Tuned

Everyone knows you’re ‘not supposed to drink in the res halls’ but no one ever really adheres to that. As long as you aren’t stupid and blast music are yell to someone to have them pass you the vodka or another beer, you’re not going to really get into trouble.

I’ve been on both sides of the spectrum, lived in a dorm and was an RA in the same dorm. Let’s just say it’s not that hard to drink without getting caught, because we did it all freshman year (almost, hence the point of this story), and I didn’t even have to question anybody, for the most part, when I was an RA. Be smart, don’t be a moron, that should go without saying.

Anyway, freshman year… It was the short annoying kid’s birthday, and we were all drinking in his room. We were not out of control, not doing anything stupid. The music was on very low, we were all just sitting around and having a good time. I was snapping some pictures, just because I wanted to document all the fun times we had being fresman.

Well, sure enough, I had a little too much to drink that night and didn’t really think everything I did through all the way. So I went back to my room, put the pictures on my computer, and put them on good ol’ Facebook. No one said anything, we were laughing at them, and I think we even tried to put up ones ‘without’ alcohol in them, but we were drunk and that clearly didn’t work.

About a week later, I got an IM from my RA telling me we needed to talk. Turns out one of the other RAs in the hall found them from some other kids profile, and because we were drinking in the dorm, we got written up. Sure enough, I immediately took them off, and we awaited our doom.

That all happened in December, and we didn’t get talked to until the end of February. And nothing happened. Ever. It was ridiculous that they made us wait forever to talk to them, and then nothing happened. Good times.

Turns out in the end, I’m friends with the RA who reported us, and we all have a great story to tell about our ignorance… umm, my ignorance…

But like I said, it’s really easy to get away with it, just don’t be ignorant…

At my school, I am a tour guide, showing prospective students and their parents the school. As part of the job, we are required to walk backwards while we talk about everything, as to make the experience more personal and fun.

One of the fun parts about that, though, is when people don’t tell you what’s coming up behind you, and then you walk into it. It wouldn’t be that bad if you were expecting it, but you usually aren’t. That abrupt shock you get through your body, plus the ounce of pain, isn’t all that fun.

I gave a tour just today, and back into two supports, a door, and a wall. It’s a great time when you see the eyes of the people you’re talking to widen, and you don’t know why… but once you realize it, it’s too late because you’re hitting the object.

The reason I bring this up is because I was recently told that not every campus has their tour guides walk backwards. I want to tell you, it’s really not that bad. We weren’t taught how to do it, but you just have to get down the whole talking about something, walking backwards, looking at people, and being aware of what’s around you as to not hit it. It is quite a feat, but it’s really not that hard at all.

The hard part is getting people to tell you what’s about to happen.

Also, never wear flip-flops while walking backwards. Shoes with no backs tend to come off easily, especially if you step in mud, and your shoe suctions down, and your foot comes out and lands in the mud.

Note: Tip your tour guides.

Everybody is always concerned with their first impressions on people. Something about making them think you’re not a psycho or something really gets people concerned with what they do or how they act.

The best first impression I’ve ever seen, well, more like heard of, was of my good friend Chatham. It wasn’t so much of a first impression more so than trying to impress a girl, but you can’t have an impression without trying to impress.

So it was the first weekend of Freshman year, or second, but who’s counting. We were all going around to random frat parties, just having a great time getting drunk and whatnot. Plus, most of it was free because we were ‘potential recruits’. Anyway, we were in this really shitty house, in their basement referred to as ‘the cave’ and we had been getting drunk all night. Chatham decides it’s time for him to become bartender, and gets behind their bar and starts dealing us out drinks. Sure enough, after a few minutes some other people tried to get drinks, and he realized quickly that his fun was over. We finished what we had and then got out of there (just before the cops came too).

Now, I had gone home after this for some other reasons, but I heard all about this story and I wish I was there. Apparently, Chatham had found a gallon of milk filled up pretty far, and decided he wanted to chug it. The reason he was doing this was to ‘impress’ a girl and try to get her number. For some reason he thought if he chugged this milk, it would lead him to get her number.

So he chugged, and eventually puked everywhere (not sure if right after or a little while later), but it was still funny enough. The girl did give him her number, but we later found out it was a fake number, of course.

One of the funniest parts of the story is that towards the end of our second semester sophomore year, we found out who the girl was. It turned out it was someone who had known through common friends, and had eventually kind of become friends with her. We didn’t find out she was the one he chugged the milk for for a while, but when we did it was certainly quite ironic.

The stupidity some people go through to make first impressions, or trying to get someones number, is beyond me…

So, like I have previously said, I go to a fairly large school with a good football team. Tailgating is a huge part of our Saturday mornings, or afternoons. While all of the other tailgates are fun, there was one from my freshman year that was pretty fun.

The night before a game one week, one of the girls on my floor had her Aunt and Uncle come in the night before and set up their tailgate. Of course, we were all invited and they had all the booze and food we could have dreamed for. That was a great start to the night. So, we pre-gamed with whatever we had left in our fridges, then headed over to the tailgate.

Sure enough, the little trailer thing they had was all set up, food ready to go, and the beer nice and cold. We all started drinking, listening to music, hanging out, and just having a grand old time. It’s memories like these that help create an amazing freshman year. Anyway, the excessive amount of alcohol led to a few occurrences.

Besides all of us drunk dialing our friends, I happened to dial up BOTH of my parents. My mom didn’t answer, so I left her a message, but my dad happened to pick up at 12:30 at night. I held a ten minute conversation on the phone with him for the first time while at college. The best part is that he didn’t know about it until one of my friends back home told him at the gym a few days later. Sure enough, I heard all about it, but he didn’t really make a big deal about it. It was more funny than anything… especially for me.

All in all, this night was an absolutely amazing way to spend a freshman year friday. Tailgating is way to much fun to not do it. If you don’t go to a school where there is a lot of tailgating, or good football… go to a tailgate. It’s so so so so so much fun.

Just, get shitty… and enjoy some football…

So this person is a pretty big component of my college experience, and I figured I’d give her a nice formal introduction. Our friendship started, like most people’s in college, through facebook. She lived a floor above me and creeped on me somehow and we were facebook friends.

We had talked a few times on facebook, and then eventually one day I ventured up to her room and we finally ‘met’ each other. We hung out a few times, got to become friends, the whole shabang. This is only the beginning of the story.

I would love to continue the story in this post, but it’s too good to do that. I just want to give her a proper introduction.

This girl is pretty… amazing? She’s the most sarcastic, smart assed person I know, which is one of the reasons we get along so well. She’s from the same state as our college, so she’s got the whole ‘home grown’ thing working for her, loves the state and her town. Most of all though, she loves being a pain in my ass.

I’m not gonna lie, I love being a pain in her ass too, and that comes into play a lot. If you ever find someone that is like that, be their friend. It’s so much fun to bicker back and forth with someone, and know deep down you don’t really mean most of it. Try it some time…

Anyway, that’s about all I can really write tonight, because I’m tired as hell and have a lot of tests and whatnot this week. But, it’s about time this girl gets introduced…

And so it begins…

Now, let me give you a little forewarning. I have never been in a long-distance relationship. The longest distance I had was a 25 minute drive, and that doesn’t constitute a long-distance relationship. However, my roommate (Wheaton) and several friends of mine, (CS and Quincy - whom will later be introduced) had and still have long distance relationships. While I can’t speak for all of those in long-distance relationships, I can give my view of them from a third party source.

Of my three friends with long-distance relationships, I’m really good friends with one girlfriend (Wheaton’s), pretty good friends with CS’s girlfriend, and just friends with Quincy’s. So there’s a wide range of connections I have with them, and can speak pretty confidently on some of these topics.

Long Distance Relationships suck. I didn’t need to tell anyone that, but it had to be said. Anyway… here’s my point oh two (a phrase coined by my friend which is just another way to say my 2 cents).

As hard as it is to be in one of these, they can work. All three of my friends love their girlfriends more than anything, and they make it work. All it takes is the willpower and the devotion to one person. If you know you’re not in love, don’t even consider a long-distance relationship. It’s just not worth it. The shit they go through, the length of time they go without seeing their girls, and the amount of temptation that lies within our school is so amazing, it’s simply amazing. Nonetheless, they don’t give into the temptation, they talk to their girls every day, see them as often as they can, and deal with it.

I’ve seen a lot of other people do shitty with this, but these guys are troopers. You can be too. If you’re having doubts, I have a few questions for you to ask yourself, and a few pointers. Here they are…

1) How much do you really love your partner?
2) How devoted are you to making things work?
3) How trusting are you?
4) How easily do you give into sexual temptation and desire?

Ask yourself these, and also ask your friends. Maybe they, like me, have a good view of your long-distance relationship, and can give you a good idea of what the deal is.

Just… don’t be a garbage dick…

These are the worst, no? You have a late night of either partying, studying, just hanging around. You don’t really do anything, or you go crazy and get hammered drunk, get hopped up and make some bad decisions. Either way, late nights happen a lot more often than we plan on. We could have a specific time set out for us to go to sleep… “I’m going to bed at 10:30 tonight”… and then 11:45 rolls around as you just start a movie you put in, leading you to stay up past the hour of 2:00. We lose track of time a lot, but it really doesn’t matter in the long run. 

I once heard somewhere that we spend 2/3 of our life sleeping. If that’s the case, late nights are better for us, it helps us live longer. We get more out of our lives. Now, don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a nice nap (even though I can rarely take them), and I LOVE a good nights’ sleep, but everyone has one of those memories of going to sleep early, and then missing out on some AMAZING thing that happened, and you would have been there if you had just stayed awake and taken that late night. 

College is notorious for late nights. You hang out with your friends, watch some movies, talk about your lives, connect. Or just be dumb and sit around doing nothing but making fun of people. And of course everyone’s favorite, getting hammered and partying the night away. That leads right into the early morning. So you’ve spent a whole not putting away shots, downing beers, and being a champ among mortals of partying. Then you have to wake up for work at 7:30, class at 8:00, or some other stupid thing you knew you shouldn’t have signed up for, but you did anyway because the girl that was also signing up was cute, but then she wasn’t even there anyway because SHE was up late partying too, but you went just to see her. Amongst my rambling, there was a point. Don’t be afraid to have those late nights, even when you have to wake up early.

I also heard somewhere that you should sleep in hour and a half rotations. The body’s sleep cycle lasts an hour and a half. So, be sure to sleep for either 1 and 1/2, 3, 4 1/2, 6, 7 1/2, or 9 hours. Now, if you have a late night/early morning ahead of you, chances are you wont be getting 9 hours of sleep. But shoot for a nice round hour and a half number. It works, I’m telling you. Also, be sure to set two alarms. This morning I had to work at 8:00, and my alarm was set for 7:30. Just in case, though, I set my phone alarm for 7:45. Sure enough, I wake up to the sound of a ringtone on my phone, and I have 15 minutes to get ready, get all my shit together, and get to work. I’m sure glad I remembered that backup alarm. 

This is college. When you get out into the working world, you wont have time for a life, so you will naturally go to sleep early. Live it up. You only go to college once (as long as you complete it that one time), so be sure to stay up late, wake up on time for your early morning obligation, and set two alarms. 

Also, be sure to remember to put on pants during your early morning scurry… 

Hopefully one of the things everyone experiences is a late night dorm life in college. Hanging out with all of your friends, sitting around watching a movie or a tv show. Go get some late night snacks. It’s just so much fun.

Where we lived freshman year, there was a 24 hour convenient-store esque place right next to our hall, including a Subway, meaning we had some late night visits over there. One of the best late night snacks is frozen burritos cooked in the microwave, because I’m pretty sure that’s all we ate.

When you know you’re not going to go to sleep until late, don’t just sit around and do nothing but creep on facebook or some stupid shit like that. Hang out with your friends, go get some junk food, do something stupid together.

One of the funniest things we did was have wheel-chair wednesdays. Someone had found a wheel-chair somewhere, and on Wednesdays, we’d take turns riding it around campus, at night of course. We’d go down the big hill on the street we lived on. We’d take it all over the place, and it was just silly.

Above all other things, the shit we talked about, memories we made, and times we shared were some of the best memories I have. If all else fails, have some fun with your life. Nothing works better to bring people that had never known each other together than a few long nights of absolutely nothing.

The things you talk about when you have… nothing else to talk about. It’s funny how much you can learn from people. So make sure you do it, live life, don’t be afraid of being tired in the morning for class, you’ll have plenty of time to sleep when you’re in the real world working…

Or when you’re dead…