Spring Break 2003
March 19, 2003 | 3 Comments
A lot of you may be wondering where in the hell I’ve been. I mean, it’s been two weeks since my last post. Well, everyone can stop worrying, because yes, I am alive and doing quite well if you ask me. So where have I been? Well boys and girls, being a college student it becomes my annual right to take part in the glorious holiday known as Spring Break. That’s right, Spring Break. A wonderful week long holiday where everything else in the world is pushed aside and nothing but fun times are brought in. Spring Break 2003 (SB03) was quite momentous; numerous things happened — more so than can be expressed in this article. Though, for the purpose of entertainment and, well, history, I’ll see what I can do.
SB03 started with a little running around, a field that is. Ever try to play Frisbee at night? No? Well how about with a glow in the dark Frisbee? Still no? Well, let me tell you it doesn’t really work to well. Though, my friends and I had fun trying. There is nothing like running through a large, wet, grass field carrying a Frisbee in the middle of the night being chased by a half naked guy trying to catch you while girls are screaming “kill the man with the Frisbee.” So much fun. Good times, good times. On a side note I’ll have you know that at the end of that night (and by end I mean around 12:45 AM) I purchased The Boondock Saints for only $9.99 at Blockbuster video. Mad props to my man Wayne for finding it for me.
Well, that was the weekend before SB03 officially began. It’s always good to get going early; well, not always but sometimes and in this case it is true. Anyway, the main portion of SB03 consisted of my roommate Brian, my future roommate Mike, my friend Kyle, and I taking a week long trip to the wonderful world called Daytona Beach, Florida. We stayed in a great hotel called the Treasure Island Resort. The room had a full kitchen complete with pots and pans and such, had a balcony overlooking the ocean and, well all the other stuff hotel rooms have. Judging by the view from the balcony and the price we paid. I think it’s safe to say we won this week.
We pretty much spent the week hanging out with all the people in our hotel, who apparently were all from Ohio. We also found it in our best interest to laugh at, well, everyone for various reasons. One girl disserved our laughing at because she was, well, a Swamp Donkey (just picture it). Mike found it in himself to insult a deaf guy, Kyle, well, never mind. My good friend Casey (for those that don’t know Casey and I will be getting married when we turn 30) managed to come over and hang out one evening as did another friend Travis who’s car ended up getting towed in the process. Oh well, c’est la vie. I also managed to fit in an Atlanta Braves Spring Training game. Maddox pitched 4 innings of no hit ball and the Braves went on the beat the Dodgers 5-3.
On Friday, we left the Treasure Island Resort and headed for my house for the remainder of the weekend. The highlight of the final weekend of SB03 was the massive, if not epic, pool part thrown at my place last Saturday night. It was the first ever merging of my Orlando friends and my Tallahassee friends along with my brother, mom and step dad in the mix. It went over quite well if I do say so myself. There were a bunch of people there and I probably could count and give a complete number but, well, I choose not to (it’s late and I’m getting tired). It was a great time. Everyone ended up in the pool at some point, my mom and Caity shared some wine, tons of meat was consumed (except baby meat), and many poop stories were shared. It’s good when that happens because they are funny. Anyway, the pool party was a great cap for a great Spring Break.
I’m just going to end it here.
Fin.
I Cannot Think of a Title
February 28, 2003 | 1 Comment
It’s currently around 3 am on what is now Friday morning. I really have not planed anything to write about here, I just felt like writing. So come along for the ride, and we’ll see what comes out.
Fun times are always had late at night. However, tonight is not a typical night. I don’t know why, its just not been as grand as the last few nights. You see, tonight was simply a night of studying for a test that is to be taken at 10:10… or about 7 hours from my current point. Why, may you ask am I sitting here writing this then? Well, besides the fact I’m insane, not tired and, well, in the mood to write something, I also just had Taco Bell. And what a sub par Taco Bell it was as well. Usually I’m very satisfied with our late night runs to T-Bell, though tonight (and oddly enough the same feeling was shared with the others involved) the experience was just not pleasing. Oh well. Life sucks and then you die right? Earlier in the night I went and saw Sally Ride speak. For those that don’t know, Sally Ride was the first American female astronaut. It was a pleasant speech, but it wasn’t what I expected it to be. So, now you see why this was a sub par night.
I mean, it wasn’t like last night when we played poker till 3:30 and I ended up winning all the money (we weren’t gambling, we were using all this spare change that Ryan had so, yeah). How do you ask? Well, we played for quite a bit and I actually ran out of money at one point–almost had to bet a sleeping Caity though we split the money back up and started over. Ryan, whose bed we were playing on as well as whose money we were using, who also happened to have lost all his money 20 minutes prior, decided he wanted to go to bed around 3. Novel idea? No. The rest of us wanted to continue. So we decided to play two hands of 7 card stud to end the game. The first hand I was dealt a straight, and the second hand, the one where I ended up winning it all, I was dealt a flush. So, long and the short of that, Vegas, its go time!
If you don’t have a topic, do you ever have an ending point?
Yeah, I guess maybe you do. And it’s now.
Side note, I will be out of town all weekend so… miss me or something ok?
The Sassafras Chronicles
February 24, 2003 | 4 Comments
The events of this weekend have changed me in more ways than one. To start, I now cohort with the Supreme Evil. I figure, what the heck, having someone with the power of darkness on my side can’t hurt and besides, because of it I get to wield a fiery sword–a Fiery Sword of Justice that is. So what if my nickname becomes Loki, or Whipped Indian for that matter. I think it’s a fair tradeoff. After all, I think I’d be good at stealing souls. It can’t be that hard can it? And for goodness sakes, it all boils down to veritas and aequitas.
Secondly, I have decided, along with the help of my friend the Supreme Evil, to start a mafia family. I have yet to decide, however, what nationality we will represent, or if any for that matter. It will probably end up being the first ever non-discriminating mafia legacy, unless of course we hate you, then well, you get the idea. I really don’t care how it works out so long as I have power, money, and access to lots of weapons. Because, after all, guns are cool. Not as cool as a Fiery Sword of Justice, but cool none-the-less.
Q. Is Caity responsible for any of this?
A. If by Caity you mean the one whom is middle-nameless and by responsible you mean forced me to watch Boondock Saints, then maybe, maybe not.
This was an eventful weekend, can you tell? Saturday morning I fought, for the better part of an hour, with Ticketmaster.com. Some people prefer to call Ticketmaster by it’s true unholy name, TicketBastard. I’m not going to take sides, but well, yeah. Ticketmaster is the devil and deserves a Fiery Sword up its… you get the idea. Long and the short of that topic is four tickets to April’s Jimmy Buffett concert in Atlanta have been purchased. The things I do…
Q. How fast does you’re mind work?
A. Faster than yours.
A. Yes. I told you so.
Q. Does it always work that fast?
A lot of you have been wondering, due to the general tone of my away messages (and probably fueled by the nature of this article) if I have completely lost my mind. The answer is no… well maybe. I would just like to set the record straight that Eternal Darkness is not a state of being rather a mere videogame. A very cool video game, but a video game regardless.
Anyway, that’s pretty much what is going on here. Spring Break is creeping closer and closer and in turn so is the Buffett concert and, apariently, the Renaissance Festival. So needless-to-say, there’s a lot on the horizon. (Side note: Ethan “Elder” Dickman has again moved. Address available upon request.) So, take care one and all and until we meet again:
And shepherds we shall be, for thee my lord for thee.
Power hath descended forth from thy hand so our feet may swiftly carry out thy command.
And we shall flow a river forth to thee and teaming with souls shall it ever be.
E Nomini Patri, E fili, E Spiritu Sancti.
I am a College Student
February 20, 2003 | 3 Comments
The following is a chain email that was passed around awhile back. By the time it had reached my inbox, the email had traveled to nearly 100 different colleges. It’s pretty funny and, for the most part, true. Hope you enjoy.
I am a college student. I have a specific shower stall which I refer to as “mine” and my feet will never touch the floor of it
I am a college student. I try to rotate stalls in the bathroom so I can read all the material taped to the walls.
I am a MALE college student. I always have more than one condom on hand. Two on one night? Morning after? You never know.
I am a college student. I now fail to distinguish the difference in taste between water and beer.
I am a FEMALE college student. I own a sweater which resembles a bathrobe.
I am a college student. I didn’t get my homework done because the kid I share a book with wasn’t home last night to get it to me.
I am a college student. Drunken scrawling on my message board or late night drunken IM’s from friends across campus no longer perplex me.
I am a college student. Somebody keeps stealing my message board marker.
I am a college student. I pre-party in my room just so I will be drunk enough not to notice the sub-zero weather when I walk to the bar without a coat.
I am a college student. I pray for hotties in my classes so that I will have a reason to go to that class. I will, however, never talk to any of these hotties.
I am a college student. I can no longer remember what was cooked in those dirty dishes.
I am a college student. I have seen more than one party turn into a strip show.
I am a college student. My telephone number only has 4 digits.
I am a college student. I have spent nights on the floor because I couldn’t get up the ladder to my bed.
I am a college student. I see no problem fitting 2 people in one twin size bed.
I am a MALE college student. I know that a gentleman would let her sleep next to the wall. (It’s a long way to the floor.)
I am a college student. I will cross busy streets just to pick up what might be a quarter.
I am a college student. I want a girlfriend/boyfriend that disappears from 9pm-2am every Friday and Saturday night, reappearing undressed in bed with me when I get home.
I am a college student. Answering machine messages are a thing to be celebrated.
I am a college student. When I see movie trailers on TV, I say, “I can’t wait to RENT that”
I am a college student. Going “out to eat” no longer involves getting in a vehicle.
I am a college student. I don’t know half of my professors’ names.
I am a FEMALE college student. I use empty beer bottles for vases.
I am a college student. Christmas lights are a year-round decoration.
I am a college student. Laundry bags double as suitcases.
I am a FEMALE college student. I have worn my huge fuzzy slippers to the cafeteria at dinnertime.
I am a college student. Going to bed before 2:00 am is almost unheard of.
I am a college student. If it doesn’t look or smell dirty, even if it has been on the floor for 3 days, it can be worn again.
I am a college student. Nat Lite is a high class beer.
I am a college student. I am accustomed to asking, “Do you have a student discount?” wherever I go.
I am a college student. Going to early classes in my pajamas is fine.
I am a college student. Parties Wednesday through Saturday nights are never hard to find.
I am a college student. To get extra money, I sell my plasma, or my roommate’s CD’s.
I am a college student. I am a free loader.
I am a college student. 3:00 am trips to Wal-Mart are normal, and I am used to being tossed out of Wal-Mart drunk in the wee hours of the morning.
I am a college student. The only times that I eat breakfast are when I am still up from partying the night before…and Steak and Shake, Gladyss, Knights, or Waffle House–depends on what day of the month) is open and full of other drunk college students.
I am a FEMALE college student, but you will never see me on a College Girls gone Wild” video.
I am a college student. I am an easy target for cops.
I am a college student. I have cussed out the people on the floor above me for being too loud at 3:00 am.
I am a college student. I seldom make my bed.
I am a college student. I use milk crates for furniture and blankets to cover my window.
I am a college student. I enjoy seeing mail in my mailbox.
I am a college student. I have been to a TOGA party.
I am a college student. I have fallen down on campus before.
I am a college student. I plead to not drive whenever a group of us go out just so I don’t lose my parking spot.
I am a college student. I hate bike cops.
I am a college student…and love every bit of it!
I am a college student. I am not afraid to pop-a-squat behind bushes/trees on campus while walking between parties!
Naked Time
February 15, 2003 | 5 Comments
This post was written by guest author, Sarah.
Great topic for my first article, right? For those of you who are reading this and don’t know me, my name is Sarah Eyman, I’m a sophomore at FSU and I’ve known Justin since about 4th grade. Or you could just read my bio in a few days when Justin adds it to the website!
If you have ever talked to me online, or read my away messages, occasionally you will notice that I am enjoying “naked time”, or, as I usually refer to it, “nakee time”. You could be safe in assuming that this means I am taking a shower… but to me, nakee time is more than that. Showering gives me the opportunity to refresh myself not only physically, but spiritually! It’s a chance for me to just be me… no makeup, no hair gel, no clothes (duh)… just pure and fresh new me!
Now, most of the time, naked time extends a little beyond my shower. This has spiritual purposes too, as well as practical purposes: it prevents my hair from soaking all my shirts, and allows my moisturizing lotion to soak in before it greases up the inside of my jeans!
Another aspect of nakee time I’d like to point out: most of the time, my roomate is here, but it really doesn’t matter! I think with girls it’s different than with guys. We don’t care. We’re not embarrassed… and despite the secret fantasies of most males, we’re not attracted to each other either! (Well, okay sometimes… 
) But I am grateful that our culture has no stigma against it. Not that guys can’t have naked time, I just imagine that somehow it would be more awkward with the roomate present.
Everyone should enjoy their own nakee time, it does wonders for the soul! Even for guys!