My weekend was nice.
Thursday night, I decided to hit up Skid Row to shoot the breeze
with some of my buddies. One let me take a shot of Absolut vodka, which
was nice. I walked over to my best buddy Steve's dorm, where he is an
RA. Along with his residents, we sat around and talked about life and
took shots of cheapo Smirnoff vodka. He gave me a Negro beer to chase,
which made me think of Adam's advertisments for Negro Modelo in
Cross-Currents and Brushfire. I had about four shots of vodka in total,
along with two beers. If this had been spread out over a course of at
least three hours, I would have been fine, but because I did this within
an hour-and-a-half time frame, I was very, very, very drunk. Hanging out
with my friend Steve and James in Jame's dorm, I apparently put on
someone's hat that I called a "Castro hat", and went on a spiel about
communism. LOL. Allegedly, I also fell asleep mid-sentence while talking
to someone, and fell flat on my back while trying to walk in the
hallway. Laughs were had all around. Later I went back to Steve's room,
and passed out on his floor for about three hours.
Friday, I went to an outdoor concert called Bennyfest, held at a
house on- you guessed it- Benny Street. They had bands playing, with a
pretty sound system considering it was just one house. The fest wasn't
big, but it was nice and lively. The cops were tipped off, so they
weren't allowed to sell jello shots as planned, so I didn't really drink
there because I didn't feel like it while still nursing my hangover from
Thursday. They had a slip-n-slide set up in the backyard. The object was
to play a game called "slip cup", which was supposed to be a hybrid game
combining a slip-n-slide and the game flip-cup. We played it a little,
but in the end, the mud created by the constantly running garden hose
was too tempting. Myself, along with what grew to be about 15 or so
people, decided to roll around and play in the mud. We had mud fights,
and mud wrestling, and generally got covered head to toe in mud. I
mudwrestled three times with two different guys- losing once, winning
twice. It was freeing experience- walking around covered in mud and not
caring what people thought. And a cute shirtless college guy in mud? Can
be damn nice to look at. Especially when you turn the hose on them to
get the mud off. It was quite possibly one of the happiest moments in my
life- slinging mud around and rolling in mud while on a beautiful late
spring day, as sweet tunes drifted across the air in a celebration of
Saturday, I wound up a frat party to hang out with my friends Ian
and James. It was fun- I saw a lot of my freshmen friends there. I
showed someone how to properly work a keg so as to minimalize foam- it
felt great to impart some wisdom on the younger generation. And with
this girl Juls, who was from Ian and Jame's dorm, I decided to throw
down and work this stripper pole that had been set up in the basement.
Dancing seductively around the pole with Juls, I felt very sexually
freed. Afterwards, I watched as Ian and James lost their beer pong game.
Knowing that there weren't anymore parties to go to, we walked over to
Little Caesars to fufill our late-night alcohol-induced munchies. They
wanted to stay outside and eat, but I decided to get back to Steve's
dorm, because he was going to pay me back for a pizza that I bought for
him. I wound up taking the bus, where hungry college kids tried to tempt
me into giving up free pizza. I resisted, though one cute freshman boy
bought a slice off of me for a dollar. I got back to Steve's residence
hall, and hung out with him and a few of his residents until five a.m.
in the morning. Nothing majorly significant happened, although we did
tease James about this guy Eric- who we are POSITIVE is a closetcase,
and we're also positive has a total crush on him.
Sunday, I did some studying. Then took off to Deer Park for a
nightcap of double vodka cranberry. You should try them, guys...they're
good. Then hung out some more with my friends at their dorm. My little
shitstirrer side came out, as Eric actually hung out with us that night,
and I keep making these little innuendos about Eric and James that
increasing pissed James off, LOL. We also made plans for the summer, as
a few of the guys are going to be around here this summer. Should be
And then Monday, we had a casual barbeque at my sister's house
in the boonies. It was fun- we celebrated my oldest sister's 32nd
birthday, and all four of us siblings were able to catch up a little on
And that was my weekend. I liked it, a lot.
This week? Finals. Did my first, got another one on Thursday, and it's goodbye junior year!
God, today I had an incredibly fun experience. I was at Bennyfest, which is this small outdoor house concert on Benny Street. As bands were playing, people could go towards the back where a slip n slide was set up. It got extremely muddy around the slip n slide, but none of us cared! We just keep sliding down, getting muddy, having fun. Mud wrestling occured as well...there's nothing more fun than mud wrestling with a college guy!
We became the mud people for a few hours. It was fun. Absolute and complete fun. If you guys ever get the chance to play in the mud and do some mud wrestling, go for it. Trust me.
Is upon me, and man...it sucks. However, I'm going to do my best to make sure it sucks as little as possible. Of course, the great thing is- most of my classes will be done, and I only have two final exams during finals week. I just have a couple of papers to turn in, and one exam, by the last day of class, which is the 20th. So between the 20th, I get a nice break to just catch my breath, rest for a few days, and then study like mad for my western civ and geology exam.
I just want to thank god for ADD medication- best study aid ever.
I thought in honor of the anniversary of Columbine, I'd post this. I wrote it when I was 13.
Tuesay, April 20, 1999
There has been another school shooting. Again! The 1998-1999 school year has gone by without a fatal shooting! Until now!
This time the high school was Columbine High School The unfortunate town with a lowered population this time is Littletown, Colorado. The fatality is as much as 25 people.
A school gang that had racist and anti-athlete views has at least 2 members that are suspects, and committed suicide.
The Shooting spree began at about 11:30 A.M. Mountain Time, or about 1:30 P.M. our time. One center of the shooting was the library. One eyewitness said there were about 10 people dead. They used explosives.
The shootings went on for hours. They say this may be the worst shooting in U.S. history.
I can't believe this happened again. If this shooting, with double-digit deaths, is not a cold, hard wake-up call to parents, teachers, and students, than I don't know what will be. The accused made many death threats but people laughed it off! That pisses me off so much!!! They could have gotten help, but people write off their behavior as typical teen angst. What is wrong with this society!? Last school year had about 43 people injured and 15 people killed!!! Why the f**k couldn't people have taken the death threats seriously? What is their f**king problem? Serious denial?
I turned on the TV ater 2:30 P.M. and before 3:00 P.M., and I see something on T.V. about some school shooting in Colorade. At that time I never dreamed it would turn so tragic. I thought maybe 10 kids and teachers wounded and 3 or 5 killed. Man, was I wrong.
What's weird is that April 20 is Hilter's birthday. Also, 420 is another name for weed. The school shooting had to have been planned for months, if not a year or so. Maybe that's the reason why today was picked. Also, this is the last April 20th before the Y2K. Maybe that had some significance.
It's so sad. The seniors are graduating at that high school in 3 weeks. That will be some sad and somber graduation ceremony. But I'm pretty sure they'll cancel it. April 20, 1999 is a date that town isn't likely to forget. Also, cigarette ads on billboards are being removed. Trivial.
That's all for tonight.
Wednesday, April 21, 1999
The final death toll count is 15 dead. 2 of them were the gunners. 12 were students and 1 was a teacher. The 2 gunmen were members of a clique called the Trenchcoat Mafia. Is being shot in school the price we have to pay for growing up in the late 1990's? I love the the 1990's. But it's times like these that make me want to live in the 1950's. Or the 60's.
So, there you have it. That was how I saw things when I was 13.
I did a senior paper about this six years later, and my opinion basically got shaped by this book where a witness who knew the guys, talked about how they kept going to the police warning them about their behaviour, and the police did nothing. It's called No Easy Answers: The Truth Behind Death At Columbine. It's a pretty good book, and basically the impression I got is that Eric Harris was one crazy sumbitch with grandoise delusions, while Dylan Klebold was easily led around. And that on the surface is was about bullied kids vs. the popular jocks, but it was much, much more complicated than that.
It's crazy reading my reaction to this as being the most incredible mass school shooting ever, when eight years later there'd be a massacre at Virginia Tech that'd kill over 30 people. It's amazing what hindsight can give a person.
So on Monday, I get back to school. I'm facing down the last eight weeks of spring semester, and thus finally finish the junior year that I didn't finish before because I left school last year in the middle of junior year.
Of course, if we're being techical, I'm not finishing junior year, because at the end of this semester, I should have about seventy-eight credits. To count as a senior, I need ninety credits. To reach graduation, I need 124 credits. This means I need forty-six credits between June 2009 and May 2010. This is where I get into what's been bugging me- to make up the credits and graduate in spring 2010, I need to take two classes during summer session, and two classes during winter session. This is on top of taking about 16 credts for fall 2009 semester and spring 2010 semester. So I'd be going full-throttle from now until I walk across that stage in about fourteen months.
What I'm worried about is that I'm going to burn out. Considering that I do think about going to grad school, I'm not sure if it's a good idea for me to get to the point where I don't even want to look at another book by the time I finish undergrad. So this is where option two comes in- taking an extra semester and not doing the summer and winter sessions so I get a nice break. On one hand, I wouldn't have to take a heavy courseload each semester. On the other hand, aside from the financial strain of doing another semester, I'd also be unable to walk across the stage with my friends, and I'd miss out on the whole spring graduation experience. I've seen what they're like, and they're pretty amazing.
And then there's option 3- do a 5th year, graduate in spring 2011 instead of spring 2010 or winter 2011. I'd be able to pick up a minor, have the spring graduation experience, have a much lighter courseload, and-this is pretty important- I'd have a lot more time put in between myself and the one-year suspension I had to serve starting in December 2007. The drawbacks would be financial, of course, and I don't think my family would be cool with me still being supported by Mom at the age of 25.
So three options...all of them kinda suck, but I know that I have to choose one. I've gotta make the best out of a bad situation I placed myself in because of certain decisions I made- such as transferring to another school my sophomore year and getting suspended junior year.
Now I just find myself staring at these last couple of weeks of my re-attempted junior year, and know that sometime very soon, I got to make a decision about my future. Kinda scary.