The Emotional Rollercoaster

This time of year

2007-09-05T01:56:52Z

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.

Tributes to Actors that are awesome

2004-04-08T02:22:06Z

and awesome people, in general

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Quote by LyleMC

2004-02-27T15:33:27Z

"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

Joel went home this weekend

2004-02-21T17:35:59Z

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.

Penn State of Emergency

2004-01-28T23:42:46Z

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.

What a Party

2004-01-25T02:17:19Z

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.

The new "Real World"

2004-01-14T20:09:39Z

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.

The Copenhagen Challenge

2004-01-09T15:32:52Z

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.

Peep my swag yo I walk like a ball playa

2003-12-29T15:25:20Z

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."

College Humor folks

2003-12-26T17:46:39Z

http://pub99.ezboard.com/bchbbsrefugees

thats the temp board. Tell your friends till something more permanent is established.

Searching for ipod opinions

2003-12-25T16:33:14Z

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.

In defense of Joe Horn

2003-12-20T06:17:26Z

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.

"Observational Humor"

2003-12-18T03:01:01Z

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.

Random thought

2003-12-17T18:23:56Z

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.

hlaoroo @ 2003-12-17T12:27:00

2003-12-17T17:27:00Z

♥

Saw Dave Matthews on the street today

2003-12-12T02:21:33Z

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.

hlaoroo @ 2003-12-09T18:54:00

2003-12-09T23:53:59Z

The Black Album...just can't go on any longer without commenting publicly...

2003-12-09T20:28:00Z

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.

ok...

2003-12-09T04:10:02Z

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.

Wednesday

2003-12-03T23:15:48Z

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.

Twins

2003-12-01T19:55:29Z

Today, as usual, I went to the gym at around ten or so. Upon entering, I went over to the "girl section" to see if the twin's (see an earlier entry) were around, I think they come at that time occaisonally. I didn't see them at first, but as I was walking over to the weights getting ready for my workout, I saw one of them circling the perimeter of the "girl section".

I had made the decision earlier that since no one seems to be much help, I was gonna have to go this on my own. I decided to do my first exercise, then move in for the kill. The military press went well.

Finishing up, I started back towards the "girl section", but saw the twin headed for the exit. I made a bee line to cut her off but wasn't fast enough and she was out the door. But I wasn't about to go out like that, just like Kellen Winslow, Jr., I'm a soul-jah.

I followed her out of the gym into the hall, she was about to get away when I closed in and made a last ditch attempt to get her attention by grabbing her arm...a desperate move but hey, she was walking pretty damn fast. She turned around, looking surprised as all hell, and all I could do was muster my best smile and say, "Hi".

"Hi..." she answered, still looking pretty worried/confused/scared.

"Is your name Jen? I think I met you before...."

"No...I think you met my sister, I'm Rachel." Sweet baby Jesus I was tryin' to spit game to the wrong twin! The one that has a boyfriend, or something. This seemed to be a definite faux paw, untill she came back with, "You're Kristy's brother, aren't you?" So this girl I've never met knows me? I'm an optimist, so I took this as a good sign. Plus she was smiling.

"Yes I am....so you aren't the girl I met in her room that day?"

"No, that was my sister." (laughs)

"Sorry...you must get that all the time. Well, tell her I said hi."

Folks this is a step in the right direction. The count is at T minus 3 weeks till the twins are off to New York and then Rome, so time is of the essence. Hopefully, tommorrow Jen won't skip the gym.

Ahh this Break!

2003-11-30T19:17:26Z

In an hour an a half or so, I'll be on my way back to State College, to finish the remaining three weeks of the semester. This was a great break. Not that I didn't expect it to be good, I didn't really think about that, but it just really came up big, very relaxing.

I saw most of my friends that I hadn't seen for awhile, and they're the same. It was funny, we all talked about and did the same things we've been doing for years. I don't know why I suddenly took notice of this. I just realized that I'm now 22 years old, and we hung out and talked about the exact same things we've been talking about since I was sixteen, or even younger, and it still entertained us. I wondered if maybe we'd be sitting there, at age thirty or older, talking about the same things, maybe in a nicer apartment or something. That seems hard to visualize now, but I guess doing it at twenty two would have been pretty hard to visualize back at sixteen. But here we are...at that age, when I was just learning to drive and only a sophmore in high school, we were the same in so many ways as we are now. Sure, there are alot of differences too, but what's the same is more surprising.

I spent alot of time with Cara, it was really nice. It seems like this whole semester we didn't see each other much or get to really hang out, and I guess we really didn't. Being with her so much this week reminded me of the summer. I miss seeing and talking to her, so this week was great for that reason as well.

Andy has an apartment now, it's where everyone goes, everynight, to hang out. I've been away so long, and the same group of friends I grew up is still here. Its almost l like looking into the past hanging out with them, but at the same time I guess its not. Its just what's still going on I guess. Well, I really can't describe it, I'm realizing. My life keeps going and changing, and they're just one part of it that seems to be staying the same. Things are changing with their lives as well, but we're still remarkably the same when we're together.

I think I finally got a phone that works. A picture phone. I love it, its my new toy. I can e mail pictures right from the phone. I'm sure I'll have tons of fun with it.

Thats all for now, more later when I'm in a more creative mood.

Friday night was weird

2003-11-25T17:09:22Z

Friday I was sitting alone in the apartment. TJ was at Pitt Johnstown, I didn't want to go cause I was just getting over being sick, Joel and Jeff were at the labs trying to get some group project finished before break. So I figured it would just be a quiet night of relaxation. Someone knocked on the door.

It was three guys I'd never seen before, odd. They asked me if I knew the girls in 668C, umm I don't think so. They met me last week, one's name is Jen, they explained. This rang a bell, Mike, Chris, and I had talked to them. Anyway, they had heard we were having a party, so they sent their visiting kid brother's over to ask me. Sorry, its just me, guys, they left.

I returned to the couch, but a little while later, there was another knock. This time it was Jen herself, totally wasted. She had just done a "power hour" she explained, and invited me over to her apartment where some people were hanging out. What the hell, I'll go.

Yes, this does happen here. Drunk girls just knock on your door and invite you out. I love PSU.

At her apartment, there were maybe 5 visiting high school guys, I think they were all somebodies younger brother, a few girls, and one guy from PSU. Somehow, the HS guys hated this PSU guy, and kept calling him a fag. I felt kinda bad for him. Especially since the HS guys immediately loved me, everytime the PSU guy would talk, they'd yell, "Shut up Mike, you fag!" (his name was Mike)...."Let John say something!". Then I'd just say, "Go Steelers" or something and they'd all cheer and give me high fives, tell me how much I rule (as if I didn't know, lol). They were from the Pittsburgh area, of course. Ever after this abuse, Mike still led us to a party.

The party we went to was in Gateway, a nearby complex, and it was absolutely mind numbing. I haven't seen a party like this since I've been to PSU, and it was awesome. The first clue was when I saw my friend Courtney (co-author of a past LJ entry) in the hall, she always hangs out with good looking girls.

We walked in and some crazy little blonde girl was dancing on the countertop, collecting money to buy a new keg. The HS kids gave me dollar bills (I'm still broke) which I transferred to her via our mouths. They were in awe of this, to them, I am Maximus. It didn't even matter that I probably gave that poor girl the flu.

The awe inspiring part of the party was that it consisted of me, the people that came with me, about 20 very good looking girls, and 20 total dorks. How they got quality girls like this, I have no idea. They were all wearing gun club t shirts, that had slogans like "I'd rather be huntin' " and stuff like that on them. The girls didn't seem impressed, yet they stayed. Weird. Also, they played absolutley no rap music, all classic rock. This party was an anomaly, I tell you.

The two girls that were with us immediately dragged me onto the dance floor and danced with me all night. It was funny, cause I was dead sober, and don't like to dance, but they didn't care. Some of the good ol' boys at the party tried to cut in a couple times, but the chicks just ignored them. I was approaching celebrity status with the HS kids, and now, the other guys at the party as well. I am Maximus.

The HS guys wanted me to introduce them to some girls. "Look around guys, there's no competition, these guys are all talking about fishing lures or something, go talk to...uhh...them," I said, and pointed at the closest group of girls. It worked, they were receptive.

Meanwhile, the chick who was dancing on the countertop got down, and she was only like 4'8". Didn't see that comin...she looked larger than life on that countertop.

We left early, I was glad cause I was tired. I went home and was alseep nice and early. The next morning, Jen stopped over to give me my sweatshirt which I had left there before we went to the party, and informed me that the HS kids wanted to come give it to me, they were still talking about me, apparently. Must be my magnetic personality, lol.

Its good to be King.

When it rains, it fuckin' pours

2003-11-19T17:53:31Z

And I'm not talkin' about the weather.

I didn't really want to turn this into a place where I bitch about things that are bothering me, but the string of negative events that have gone on in my life recently are simply fantastic. Nothing too earth shattering when taken one by one, but the timing is just amazing. Perhaps cataloging them will help me laugh about it later.

This week was destined to be annoying at the least, I have three tests and a paper due, that in itself I'm sure is worthy of at least a bit of complaining. Moday morning, when I awoke with a vicious sore throat and headcold, I simply attributed it to "bad luck". As you can imagine, this made taking care of my work a bit more "challenging".

Thank goodness I have some fake nyquil left, I thought. But no, my fake nyquil mysteriously disappeared over the course of the weekend. I searched high and low and asked my roomates, and let me assure you it's gone to the land of untied knots, maybe farther.

The logical thing would be to buy more, right? I mean the unimart is only across the street. Well, thats what I would have done IF I HAD A DEBIT CARD! Yes, I'm still broke. I finally broke down and called the bank to see where that damned pin number they were supposed to send me was. After being put on hold, I found out they had indeed never sent it. Not only that, they would have to send it to my home address. Splendid. I retired to a fitful, coughing night of half sleep.

Tuesday I awoke, my cold was worse, I couldn't really talk. Upon checking my email, I noticed I again recieved somem type of spam marked "Judicial Affairs"...but this time closer inspection revealed a psu email address. I opened it.

October 17th I went on Lindsay's sorority hayride with her. Afterwards, a group of us stopped at her sorority's floor to use the bathroom. Now, what happened next is very, very cloudy because I was fucked in half off Bacardi 151 (I'm not a big drinker, and this was the first time I touched booze in a month, on top of that)...but apparently the RA on duty spotted me and some other gents in the hall without a female escort and wrote us up. I thought I left Grove City?

The sorority girls later talked to their RA, explained how everyone was over 21 ect, and thought it was taken care of. Well, apparently its not, and now I have to go see Judicial Affairs. Nothing will happen, but a pain nonetheless, especially during this hectic week.

Later that day, while in class, I got a missed call from our cable internet provider. They were shutting off our service on thursday because they hadn't recieved payment yet. This was surprising, because we haven't recieved billing yet...curious. I couldn't call them back because their offices close at 5, and I hadn't got the call until 4:30, and I wasn't finished with class until 5:30.

I decided I'd ignore my sickness and perhaps a trip to the gym with TJ to do some HIIT biking would make me feel better. We trudged through the teaming rain to the white building, about a half mile. There I discovered my worst nightmare realized...I had forgot my membership card. The walk back was the lonelinest half mile of my life. And the wettest.

This morning, I called the ISP to get the billing cleared up. As it turns out, they had been sending the bill to the wrong address, but still were planning on shutting off our service unless payment was recieved by 5 o clock today. Our apartment is in uproar, and we're not sure what will come of this mess.

Oh, and walking today to class in the rain, which by the way, is coming down like cats and dogs, my umbrella broke. The wind actually blew it inside out, I had no idea that could actually happen.

Again I checked my e mail (this is beginning to be a bad idea), and found one of my professors for some reason doesn't have my exam 1 score on record. I have to see him this week to clear it up. As if I needed another annoyance.

I truly would not be surprised at all if I spontaneously combusted today, even if it happened in the rain. I guess everyone has weeks like this at sometime or another, so its not really a big deal. The only worrisome thing is that this is only wednesday...

Tu Pac Shakur

2003-11-14T05:47:20Z

"People have sitings of Pac and shit....he's like our Elvis."

- 50 Cent

I just heard that quote on MTV. All they've been doing lately is hyping this Tu Pac movie, it reminds me of a few months ago when they were going crazy over that Beyoce (or whatever) movie about church. What insanity. The media is hypnotizing, seriously. Don't believe me? I'll bet you any amount of money that you'll know every word to the next Nelly song a week after it comes out, whether you like Nelly or not. In fact, you might hate Nelly, but if you're at a club or a party, and it comes on, you'll dance like it's your favorite jam. We're sheep. Anyway...I thought I should pay tribute to the aspect of Tu Pac I find most amazing: His on going, hugely successful career.

Tu Pac has been dead for seven years. In those seven years since he's died, he's come out with new songs, albums, movies...the list goes on. He's on a new song with 50 Cent. All this while he's dead. I'm waiting for the next tour, its bound to happen. This man is a more prolific artist and actor while dead than most people can dream of being while alive.

Ridiculous? You bet. Admirable? Perhaps. The normal flow of a career (from what I can see) seems to go like this...college, job, retirement, death. Tu Pac managed to follow this path: Hood rat, career, death, even more successful career. What's even more laughable, is Pac appears to still be political in his recent songs...what does a dead guy know about the goings on in the world?

Whatever. I just hope I get to enjoy my career while I'm alive.