| This time of year |
[Tuesday, September 4th, 2007 @ 9:50pm] |
One nostril. A guy like me is lucky to have one good nostril that brings in fresh oxygen. Because with so many allergies one of them will always be closed up, the most you can do is pray to whatever God suits you that the other will stay open and bring in that sweet, live giving air. If it doesn't, your condemned to constantly blowing your nose and bothering your room mate.
If there is anyone out there that doesn't have allergies, be glad. The rest of us have a secret torment the likes of which you will never know.
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| Tributes to Actors that are awesome |
[Wednesday, April 7th, 2004 @ 10:22pm] |
and awesome people, in general
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| Quote by LyleMC |
[Friday, February 27th, 2004 @ 10:33am] |
"Bars suck for meeting people anyhow. Bars are where stupid people to go have stupid conversations with other stupid people, and get into stupid relationshiops, and pop out stupid children as far as I'm concerned. I can't talk to 99% of the people at a bar for the same reason I can't talk to 99% of the people on the planet: nothing to talk about. So I rarely bother."
Lyle
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| Joel went home this weekend |
[Saturday, February 21st, 2004 @ 12:34pm] |
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When he does that, and leaves the apartment to TJ, Jeff, and I...its sort of a similar feeling to when your parents go on vacation and leave you home alone. Stuff always gets messed up and broken, and we always rush to clean up on sunday.
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| Penn State of Emergency |
[Wednesday, January 28th, 2004 @ 6:45pm] |
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The borough of State College has seen 20' of snowfall in january, and this constitutes a state of emergency, cool. The already troubled parking situation at at PSU has been made worse, because now we're not allowed to park anywhere, on any street. That leaves like one parking garage, with meters that only take quarters. So now we have meters that only take quarters, and washing machines that only take quarters, and I don't know where one working change machine is now that the one in the laundromat across the street is down.
I went to the bank today, to get quarters, which is located on college ave, where we can't park. It didn't seem like anyone was paying attention to the rule for the most part, so I parked too. Without feeding the meter. I didn't get a ticket so I guess all is well.
All this parking trouble is really making me understand Dean Kamden, the guy that invented the Segway. State College would really be alot better if we all had a segway...parking wouldn't be a problem, neither would getting to class. But I guess you can't use a Segway in the snow, and you can't use a Segway at all unless you have a whole lot of money to spare.
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| What a Party |
[Saturday, January 24th, 2004 @ 9:17pm] |
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So we had a party last night.
My roomates found a huge tv out by the trash that didn't work, it was like 33". They brought it in and thought it would be funny to break at some point during the night. I admire their forethought.
The way we eventually decided to go about it was by setting it up like it was our TV in the living room. Then at some point throughout the night, my roomate TJ and I faked some type of argument. It was perfect, I pushed him and he hit into the stereo and (fake) TV...thus shutting the music off and directing all attention to us. We pushed each other a bit then my other two roomates and a friend jumped in on TJ's side, and I pushed someone into the (fake) TV, knocking it to the ground. "oohs" and "ahhhs" commenced.
"Thats my TV!" shouted TJ.
"Fuck you, and fuck your TV" I shouted back. And grabbed the TV and threw it out of the conviently opened living room window.
Every person at the party was absolutely dumbfounded. You could hear a pin drop, and everyone was afraid to make eye contact with each other, a few hushed whispers of, "What a psycho" could be heard. Then I broke the silence by yelling, "You all watch too much damn TV!" Then we all laughed.
I hadn't really thought about what would happen if someone was walking by the window when I threw the big TV out, but luckily no one was. Ha.
Later, some type of a fight happened in the bathroom, between two girls. Somehow the toilet broke, I'm not sure how, I wasn't around at this time (I have no idea where I was). Anyway, when you hear "the toilet broke" like I did, you expect to jiggle the handle, or something like that, and fix it. Thats what I was thinking. Imagine my surprise when I waltzed into our bathroom to find shattered porcelin everywhere, and the toilet completely uprooted and on its side. Weird.
Being quite the thinking, I picked up the toilet and righted it. I then proceded to "trial flush" it, to see if I had indeed fixed it. This successfully flooded the bathroom, and I kinda chuckled. This is what it looked like after I had tried to fix it...
The situation was still tense outside, and I went out and laughed a bit at the situation, then eventually just made everyone go home.
I hate parties.
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| The new "Real World" |
[Wednesday, January 14th, 2004 @ 3:09pm] |
Very entertaining. I'm glad MTV has finally completely abandoned the idea of actually putting "real" people in a house, and instead is just going with putting some very attractive and/or crazy people together with cameras. One very funny situation happened when one of the girls somehow ended up called the black guy in the house the "n-word", then he called a house meeting to discuss how hurt and offended he was, which ended with a really awkward moment when the girl who used the "n-word" ended up crying out about how she was raped, conveying it by yelling, "You weren't raped by a white man!"
One chaw today, and it was skoal. Its 3:10 and I feel like I could chew threw a piece of rebar.
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| The Copenhagen Challenge |
[Friday, January 9th, 2004 @ 10:32am] |
Alright, due to pressure and influence of people around me, and the ever present nagging threat of cancer, I've decided its time to give up Copenhagen. I've given myself a generous 4 month period to taper down and eventually quit, so by the end of the semester I hope to be done.
I'll monitor my progress here. So far I'm going by number of dips per day, although soon I'll eventually go by how often I buy a can, because I've noticed as the number of dips per day goes down the size of dips just increases which is quite counterproductive. Anyway, yesterday I had three dips. One after breakfast, one at about 6 o' clock, and one at about 9.
Today, I'm currently enjoying some fresh copenhagen and its 10:30 AM.
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| Peep my swag yo I walk like a ball playa |
[Monday, December 29th, 2003 @ 10:25am] |
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Christmas was fun. As noted, I got a few nice things, like an ipod, a pillow, clothes and books. They're all alot of fun. I definitley needed the clothes. The ipod is quite a little piece of techno...it'll hold something like 5000 mp3's, or 20 gb worth. You can also basically use it as a portable hard drive, put audio books on it, use it as something of a palm pilot. I also got some creature speakers to go with it. A very good gift I didn't even ask for.
I've been working too much. Buffalo Bills has scheduled me for quite a bit of time, and it's all at night, doing things I don't want to do. Oh well.
Speaking of Buffalo Bills, I think I'll take this time to comprise a little list of tips and tricks for Buffalo Bills customers, because many of them need it.
- When calling to order food from Bill's, know what you want ahead of time, don't call, say you'd like to place an order for pickup, then pontificate for an hour and a half about what type of wing sauce you'd like. You and I both know you're just gonna have sweet and mild, anyway.
- If you call for a pickup order, and we say it'll be ready in 45 minutes, and you show up in 20 and ask if your wings are done, we will look at you like you're a pile of shit that fell from the sky and started to sing opera. Because that's how much sense you make.
- We don't have onion rings, mushrooms, jalapeno poppers, or anything really, except fries.
- If you call for wings, and we say the wait is an hour and a half, forget about the order for now, its not worth it. If you definitley want wings soon, call Gunny's. If you're willing to gamble, try calling back in 45 minutes, we might not be as backed up then, and just maybe you'll hear that voice from the kitchen yell, "TELL 'EM CUMMA NOW!"
- If you call and ask what kind of wing sauce we have, we hate you. HATE!
- Perhaps you're thinking, "Who cares if the staff hates me?" Understand this is synonomous with saying, "Who cares if Nuttall drops my philly cheese steak on the kitchen floor and still gives it to me?"
- We only take cash. Just like it says on huge letters on the door when you walked in, and right in front of your face right now, at the register, you idiot. The ATM is in the corner.
- As a customer, don't ask the cooks for anything, they're stressed and don't want to help you. Actually, don't ask the wait staff for anything either, they're also stressed and don't want to help you. Just wait till they make their way to your table. Better yet, shut up.
- If you're dining with your extended family of 17 eight year olds, don't order 17 small fries. Order 4 large fries, it's a better deal, and you'll get more food. And we won't hate you, as much.
- When getting a bottle of pop from the cooler, get it your self, we don't know what all is in there. And we don't want to get it for you, either.
- We haven't tried every wing sauce, so we really can't tell you our personal opinion on how hot they each are. Thats why the menu has those little flames next to some of them, its a rough estimate for idiots like you.
- But the bottom line is, be nice and understanding to us, and we'll treat you well. Thats why Fuzzy Simon always gets the best service. Take a lesson from him.
Thanks, I had to get that off my chest.
Cara and I talked, we're gonna give a relationship a try. It may be difficult at school, but if it works out, it'll be worth it. I guess I've never really described Cara in here, but she's great. We've been dating for a almost 7 months, more or less on and off for the last 4. Cara ...
- has the most beautiful singing voice I've ever heard. She's in small, all girls a capella group at PSU that's really tough to get into. One of only two freshman who made it.
- is an amazing artist. She's an art major, and her paintings are incredible.
- is a great friend. She's really loyal and understanding to her good friends. People like that are rare.
- on top of all this, she's georgeous and totally humble, and alot of fun to be around.
She's a great girl. This is us on Christmas...
she doesn't really like that pic. She says, "They are better pic's of us to come."
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| Searching for ipod opinions |
[Thursday, December 25th, 2003 @ 11:33am] |
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I just got one for x mas. I have a tendency to not really ask for much, what can I say? I want for nothing. So my mom ends up guessing what she should get me and this year it was an ipod. She wants me to make sure I really like it, though, or else return it. So I'm looking for opinions on it, etc. So what do you think? I got the 10 gb model. X posted in my journal and psupeople. Thank you.
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| In defense of Joe Horn |
[Saturday, December 20th, 2003 @ 1:17am] |
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For those of you that don't know, Joe Horn is the NFL wide reciever who last week, after scoring a touchdown, pulled out a cell phone and proceeded to make a call as an act of celebration. It was well recieved by the fans, and to an extent, the opposing team (some were seen smiling or laughing at the display). And Sportscenter was all over that shit.
Now, it's understandable that the NFL would see this behavior as a bit outrageous, perhaps "crossing" some "line" or something, and therefore some type of punishment would be implemented. I just learned that Joe Horn was fined $30,000.
I think this is absurd. What about pulling out a cell phone merits a fine that large? It's funny, the fans loved it, it probably helped with the morale of Joe's team (which was suffering), and as for the other team...well, hell, you just let somebody score, who cares what you think? Essentially, as a defense, you just failed at you're job. So maybe a little flair in the celebration is what you need to get you're ass in gear.
What are professional sports? They're entertainment. They're meant to be enjoyable, and I think if you'd take a survey of NFL fans across the country if they felt Joe's celebration entertained them, raised an eyebrow, made them watch the game a bit closer, the majority would say yes. So why is the NFL punishing Joe for something that brought them more attention? Like I said, it's sports, it's supposed to be fun.
I'd like to encourage ridiculous celebrations. As long as they don't interfere with the game, let's do it. Here's what I wanna see: Somebody scores a touchdown, and whips out a set of keys and throws them into the audience, as a brand new Bentley rolls onto the sidelines. That's entertainment. Hey, if Jay Z gave away three new benz's to whoever got a golden ticket in his Black Album (I didn't get one, weird), then some NFL player can step up.
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| "Observational Humor" |
[Wednesday, December 17th, 2003 @ 7:00pm] |
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Observational Humor
"It's funny because it's true."
12/14/03 - I Want To Be That Guy
By Steve Hofstetter
I was at a bar the other day, and it hit me. I know what I need to do.
I'm going to start working out more. Not just a little bit more, but a
lot more. So much so that my arms become the size of Emanuel Lewis. My
chest will be just as big, but I won't have abs. No, abs are for
suckers. Because you can't get abs when you drink as often as I will.
But arms and drinking are not enough. With Emanuel Lewis-sized muscles,
I'll need shorter sleeves. I'll buy shirts with sleeves so short, they
will actually go the opposite way of normal sleeves, so that they rise
up and cover my neck. No, that won't work - I won't have a neck to
cover, because my bulbous shoulders will have out grown it. It won't
matter - necks are for suckers.
So I'll instead buy shirts that don't even have sleeves. But not just
any sleeveless shirts. Shirts that were designed to look like they once
had sleeves, and my arms were just too big for them, and POP! The
sleeves exploded, leaving fabric corpses strewn everywhere! But there
won't really be fabric corpses strewn everywhere because these shirts
will come without sleeves, remember? It's just a trick to make my arms
look even bigger. Shhh, don't tell.
And I will take my best sleeveless shirt (which could be any of them
because I won't care what it looks like as long as it doesn't have
sleeves) and I'll wear it to a bar, even in the winter. Because I'm that
tough. Cold won't hurt me! It will just make my nipples stand up on my
muscle breasts, which look great in shirts that never had any sleeves,
even though they look like they had sleeves. The shirts, not my muscle
breasts.
I'll get to the bar, and alternate between ramming people I don't know
with my bulbous shoulders and high-fiving acquaintances who act like
they're my friend simply because I'm bigger than them. I would shake
their hands, but the muscle mass on my shoulder blade will be so dense
that it's difficult to do anything other than bench press or high-five.
So dense, that I won't be able to touch my arms behind my back. Which
will work to my advantage, since it will be hard for the police to
handcuff me after I get arrested for constantly ramming people I don't
know with my bulbous shoulders. High five!
But I need to make sure I don't forget the entire purpose for my Emanuel
Lewis muscles - sex with stupid women. That's right, the whole reason I
will work out three hours a day is because growing Webster muscles and
wearing a previously-ripped shirt is the easiest way to have sex with
stupid girls.
Once I'm that guy, I will no longer have game with smart girls. I will
only be able to hit on utter idiots, who are distracted by puppies and
shiny things and bare arms. And I'll hit on them by ignoring them when
they're looking at me and grabbing their ass when they're not. It's a
delicate game. I have to balance ignoring with the exact right amount of
grabbass. Everyonce in a while, I will grabass too much and I lose the
game, and sulk for the next two minutes before I set my sights and palms
on someone else.
I will glare at any other guy that tries to talk to the girl whose ass
I'm grabbing, especially if he's her boyfriend. And I will flex my
muscles so much that my sleeves would have ripped off, if they hadn't
already been removed by the factory. If I actually get introduced to
another guy, I will grip his hand as if I was holding onto it to prevent
myself from falling off a balcony when I was drunk, which I will have
done. But it will take me a while to extend that grip because of my
bulbous shoulders.
If the other guy has still not left yet, I may be required to have a
conversation with him. This conversation will most likely consist of me
saying my name and then grunting to any of his questions. I will be very
proud to pronounce my own name correctly, having forgotten everything
else I knew in favor of the correct way to do lateral squats. I will
also have forgotten how funny the phrase "lateral squats" is.
I will eventually bore the other guy into leaving, at which point I will
have sex with the dumb girl. It will be my right as a guy who doesn't
wear sleeves. By then, her boyfriend will want to kick my ass, as will
all the guys I will have been shouldering all night. But he can't
because one of my arms will be bigger than he is, unless he is Emanuel
Lewis, in which case he will be the same size. No one in the bar will be
able to kick my ass. Well, one person. I will be so muscular, I'd
probably be able to kick my own ass.
And if I ever get like that, I sincerely hope that I do.
*cough cough*
Thats what I'm gonna use to shoulder this guy, should I ever see him in a bar. I read his "Observational Humor" columb all the time, for some reason, and I have yet to find it funny, or true. I don't know why I bother, its not like I have a bunch of free time or anything, I'm usually fairly busy. I guess I just like to read stuff. Anyway, like I said, I've never found it humorous at all. I'm fairly sure I could write more entertaining stuff if I tried. This one sort of struck a chord, I guess cause he's stereotyping people so much (big guys, and the girls they date). In my experience with both, I don't think it's a fair stereotype at all. True in some cases, no doubt, but I truly don't think its the majority. That is all.
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| Random thought |
[Wednesday, December 17th, 2003 @ 1:24pm] |
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TJ cracks me up. He was a roll of the dice for a roomate and I definitley got lucky 7's. In HS I never hung out with him at all, he wasn't in my "crowd" but he's an all star at PSU.
Most of his humor has to do with laughing at or with him, and the funny stuff he does. I wouldn't charactarize him as one of those overly witty people that cracks hilarious jokes all the time, like I said its just the stuff he does that's funny. But every once in awhile, he'll say something that is brilliantly hilarious. The fact that it's almost out of character, and therefore takes you by surprise, makes it all the more funny. He did this the other day, but I can't remember what he said. It was really funny, though.
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| Saw Dave Matthews on the street today |
[Thursday, December 11th, 2003 @ 9:21pm] |
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Today I went Christmas shopping with Cara in downtown State College. We were walking out of a store on Allen Street, when Dave Matthews got out of a car about five feet in front of us, with some unknown guy, and went into some building. I made eye contact with him for about a second, it was pretty neat.
I said, "Cara...that was Dave Matthews." She's fairly absent minded, and had her head turned during the "incident".
She replied, "Uh, yeah, it looked like him."
I said, "No...that WAS Dave Matthews." She sort of laughed a bit, and I laughed, and we walked over to abercrombie.
Later I bought two shirts at the Gap on sale for twelve bucks each, and Cara treated me to a turkey sandwich at Panera bread, rounding out an overall good day.
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| The Black Album...just can't go on any longer without commenting publicly... |
[Tuesday, December 9th, 2003 @ 3:28pm] |
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Last night I bought Jay Z's latest, and "final" album....The Black Album.
I've been a Jay Z fan for awhile, I love his older stuff like Life and Times Vol. II and the Blueprint. That stuff is definitley a harder edged Jay Z, and thats always the stuff I loved. Anyone that's followed his music can tell from his guest spots and what not, his style is definiltey evolving, and to be honest, I wasn't quite sure how the Black Album would hit me at first. I knew I'd like it, but I thought perhaps it would take me a bit of time to warm up to it.
Good God was I wrong. Before I even fully listened to the first full track I came to the conclusion this was his masterpiece. Dec. 4....a track which basically details his life was the song...unbelieveable. I've listened to the whole thing twice through in the last, maybe, 12 hours and I'm in awe. When I think of the greatest..I think Jigga and Biggie. Jay Z's rhymes are at least as good as Biggie's, and with this new album his production, mixing, delivery, everything about it has been stepped up to the point where I believe this album is better than Biggie. If Bigg's was still around and continued to produce, I think he had potential to put out something this good, but unfortunately he's not.
Anyway, if you're a hip hop fan at all, I don't think I have to convince you of how good this is. And if you're not, this album has universal appeal as well. What an accomplishment. "I came I saw I conquered....from record sale to sold out concerts...." The album is brimming with lyrical poetry. "I got the hottest chick in the game...wearin' my chain..." I'm not doing him justice here, listen to the album.
Before hearing it...I heard comments about it from two other hip hop fans...my friend Jeff..who previously was not really a Jay Z fan...and he told me how awesome it was. And my friend Neil, who is diehard Jay Z, and in his words it was "Unreal.." They were spot on. I can't believe it took me two weeks from when it was released to get it...but I was broke and I new it would be my first purchase.
I guess what I'm most impressed with is just the way he's evolved. His older ablums were so awesome, but different in alot of ways. This new one is even better. Its rare you see an MC that can evolve but keep the same level of quality. Jay Z's done it.
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| ok... |
[Monday, December 8th, 2003 @ 11:10pm] |
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Well. Since my last post, I've called Jen (half of "the twins") twice, and both times, she has IM'd me back instead of calling. This sends rather mixed signals. Her sorority also went canning this past weekend, meaning she wasn't around. This combined with my breath-takingly short attention span has cause my interest level to decline drastically. More on this later, perhaps.
Friday night I went to Cara's a capella choir concert (I won't even attempt to spell the name of the choir here, it's French...)...it was really amazing. I haven't really been to a choir concert since high school, and of course back then it was a high school choir, not a 20 or so all female audition to get in cause its competitive PSU choir, which this was. I was highly impressed. They did alot of popular songs, with some people doing percussion or other instruments with their voices. Unique indeed. The highlight may have been their rendition of Bree Sharp's "David Duchovny"...a long time personal favorite. I definiltey didn't see that one coming.
Saturday night TJ and I were walking along College Av. to meet a friend when a discombobulated young man approached us and asked if we knew how to get to Buffalo. For a second, I thought about making small joke, something along the lines of, "Buffalo, NY? You're a long ways off, buddy!"...then I realized that 1.) it wouldn't have been funny, and 2.) there is no apartment complex, or structure of any sort named "Buffalo" in state college...around here if they want to name something after an animal, it's named after a nittany lion, or something.
As this was running through my head, I realized TJ was asking this kid, "What's Buffalo?"...to which the kid answered, "Buffalo, New York."
Zing!
I was going through my mental checklist for disorganized schizophrenia while TJ gave this kid some advice about using Mapquest.com, but he didn't even have access to a computer. He didn't seem to have a car, or transportation of any sort either. He did have a windbreaker. It was pretty damn cold, too, I don't know if I mentioned that. Apparently he knew someone who lived in the Graduate, a complex that happened to be very nearby, so we gave him directions to that: basically walk straight ahead for about 100 yd's. You could kinda see it from where we were. He walked off in the wrong direction. I yelled good luck, and promised I'd check for him in the paper tommorrow.
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| Wednesday |
[Wednesday, December 3rd, 2003 @ 6:15pm] |
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So this morning I'm in the gym, and naturally I make my rounds through the "girl section" looking for the twins, and they weren't there. This is Wednesday, so it's two and a half weeks untill they're gone for Rome, so we're really getting down to the wire here. I mean how am I supposed to ask her out on the date I've already planned for this weekend when I haven't even met her on Wednesday? While going through my workout, I decided it was time to take evasive action.
Randielyn hasn't been much help, and she's always busy anyway, my sister hasn't done much even though she lives right down the hall from the twins, so it looks like its all up to me. I thought for awhile, and came up with absolutley nothing, untill I dared to conisder the obvious. Simply go to her dorm room.
Now granted, its not "normal" for a guy looking to pick up a girl to march right up to her dorm room, without meeting her, and ask her out, but this is not a normal situation. I can't really even explain this situation, it's become almost a personal challenge of some sort, a competition against myself (and time, now that I think about it). But I didn't care. The decision was made. I'd just go to her room, explain I've been trying to meet her, and ask her out.
Examining the risks, I realized in doing this I was setting myself up for what could be the all time greatest shutdown in history. I was undaunted. Hell, if nothing else, I'm sure it'd be funny. I mean really, all this girl knows of me at this point is basically that I chew cope, and I pretty much accosted her sister while she was trying to leave the gym on Monday. Oh well, you know what they call guys that just sit around on their ass waiting to meet rich, hot, blonde twins...they call them guys that don't fucking meet rich, hot, blonde twins. Or something.
This is where it gets rather "complex". I told Randielyn about my plan, and she said, "But you already met Jen." Apparently, the twin I met at the gym was the right one but I just somehow got confused. Two days wasted, dammit. This only strengthened my resolve.
Meanwhile, after class at 2, I had my hearing with Judicial Affairs about how I was drunk and disorderly in the girls dorm back in September. Lindsday, the girl who took me on the hayride, coached me last night about what to say when I'm there, so as not to get her sorority kicked off campus. She and her president decided it would be best if I didn't mention her sorority's name at all (not a problem, considering I don't even remember which one it is), and if I didn't mention alcohol. Seems simple enough.
At the hearing, the first thing they did was hand me a copy of the RA's write up of the incident. This helped me remember the name of Lindsay's sorority, because it was written all over the report, along with things like, "obviously intoxicated"...."stumbling"...and "headed for the girl's bathroom" (it was the only one). Amazing, I thought, I'm actually going to be a part of two greek organizations, in two separate colleges losing their charters (I was actively involved in my old fraturnity back at GCC losing its charter my freshman year, but I digress). And this time, it's all my fault, considering I was too drunk to give a fake name, though she didn't even ask for ID, and I was the only one that got written up. I'm a one man wrecking crew.
It was both fortunate and anticlimactic when all I got was a slap on the wrist in the form of a "warning". The woman was actually really nice, and just told me to "be aware of the rules" next time. Lindsay and her sisters were very, very relieved. On the way back from the hearing, I headed for my sister's (and the twin's) dorm.
I stopped up and asked my sister if the twin's were around, she checked their room but they were in class. Damn. She did give me some information, though, apparently you can tell them apart by their earrings, Rachel wears big hoop earrings, Jen wears small ones. And this is how you tell them apart. This is the only way you tell them appart. Looking at her roomate's pictures of the twins (their good friends), I agreed. "They have the same voice, too," my sister added.
I was trying to digest all of this, and decide when I would come back, while walking out of the building. Thats when I noticed the twins themselves walking down the street, like a couple of hot, rich, blonde, diamonds in the rough. I was so surprised I almost punked out. Almost. I walked up to Jen and said, almost to myself, "Small hoop earrings..."
"Yeah, haha...I'm Jen." The right one...for sure this time. She introduced me to her sister, who I may have met before, I have no clue at this point. Boy was my sister right, there's absolutley no way to tell them apart other than the earrings, it was amazing. I told her I've been trying to meet her for about a week now and she sort of blushed.
And yes, I got her number.
Through sheer determination I sought out this girl, not quite my (or anyone's) normal way of meeting someone but sometimes you just gotta make things happen for yourself.
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