What's up crew? It's Friday AGAIN and that means it's blog time. Thanks for reading.
First of all, I'd like to catch you up a little bit. This weekend instead of going out partying two nights in a row, I'm actually going home to visit la familia. It should be quite nice. I don't care how much of a pussy I sound like for saying it but I actually miss my parents and will enjoy spending time with them.
Ok the blinds are closed. Jamal (my dear roommate), why are the blinds closed? It's fucking depressing in this dorm... Brb I'm opening the blinds. Ahhh much nicer.
So it's interesting to think of the two parallel types of weekends: go home weekends, and stay here weekends. Going home weekends are kinda lame actually, but necessary as you can't party all the time. However then there are stay here weekends when you get out of class, play madden and chill with ya boys for like 7 hours, until 10:30 or so then you go out. And in between is blog time. Both weekend setups are quite beautiful. They embrace each of the two different aspects of your typical douchebag. The tender, soft, inside of the douchebag; which loves family and relaxing with dad. And the other which is the hardcore outside that gets pussy, shotguns beer, and just in general fucks shit up.
So I'm gonna switch gears here a little bit and let you in on a little experimentation I've been doing. Since I have all week to harbor my thoughts before releasing them onto my blog, I've taken the time to write down a few blog topics to expand upon on come Friday. The theory is that my blog posts will be developed and more entertaining to read. So we'll give it a shot this week and see how it goes. It may turn out horrible and look like a term paper that no one wants to read. We shall find out. Another thing I would like to do is write until the coffee is gone. I have neatly prepared two cups of coffee for today's blog-composing. I shall not stop writing until every drop is consumed.
And this coffee's good as shit by the way.
So I noticed on Wednesday of this week something about college that I think is incorrectly perceived. All summer up until college I heard about nonstop how college changes people, and will change me. College is an environment of freedom where you could do ANYTHING. You can apply yourself and succeed, you can party your ass off and drop out, you can do whatever the fuck you want. But after spending just a month here, I deem the theory incorrect. Thesis time bitch.
Although I do believe that people can/do change, frequently at that, college does not at all change you. Instead, college brings out parts of you that have been dormant for parts of, or even your whole life. It's difficult to describe, and difficult to find examples of. After a month of college, I party about five times as much as high school, I work out about five times harder than high school, and I study about five times harder than high school. But I still would never cheat on my girlfriend, I still would never do drugs or take similar risks, and I still treat life like a vacation. College has not changed me a bit, but it has brought out and amplified certain aspects of me, while even further signifying the importance of other aspects. Some people let they're partying take over. They've always had the partying in them, but college yanked it into dominance and it now runs their life. Cite that shit I'm fucking right and you know it.
Weekends here are different. Yeah I know all through high school, and even on this blog especially I joked about weekends starting on Thursday's after all your non-fun shit is done, and yeah that's whatever. But this is now set in stone. Now, it is common knowledge, law if you will, that weekends start on Thursday. Jamal goes out every Thursday night while I do about 2-3 hours of chemistry. Which is fine with me because I want a good grade on chemistry more than I want to get shitty on a Thursday. I think I talked about this last Friday.
But even if I don't go out on Thursday nights, the spirit of the weekend is still alive. Being around people who are getting ready to party is actually mood-lifting, even while you gotta do work. I have to pee so fucking bad brb. Ok. Shit. So yeah it's 11:30pm and I'm on question 19 on chemistry, confused as fuck, just trying. When what do I hear? I hear "One big room, full of bad bitches" from down the hall. I peak my head out the door to see the commotion and it it's my floor having a good time. Ok I don't know why people hate being around others having fun while they aren't. It's selfish. Yeah, misery loves company, but in this sense, I'd rather do chemistry homework while surrounded by gentlemen who are happy about their Thursday night. So yes. Weekends start on Thursday night, even if I don't participate in the "festivities".
I live stress-free. All the time. Even when I'm stressed, it's just a facade, deep down I don't give a shit. This comes from my roots, of being from Miami; so close to the Keys, I've developed the quality of not becoming stressed easily. This is why on important tests, I do two things.
The first is rooted in tradition, I've been doing it for almost a year. After finishing a test, I take at least a minute to draw a nice palm tree on the back of the test. This lightens everything up. The stressed TA's grading the test see the palm tree and smile. The stressed sorority chick next to me who didn't study and is trying to cheat off me see's the palm tree and smiles. And lastly, and most importantly it effects me. I see the palm tree twice for each exam. I see it first when I draw it, and it calms my nerves as I review my answers. Then I see it again when I get the graded test back two weeks later. I first look at my grade and appreciate it. Then I turn the exam to the back side and see my palm tree I drew two weeks prior and again, I just calm down. The palm tree is the official logo of William Decker Loyd. It has vacational properties that yin-yangs and shit can't match. Hence the reason I draw it on my exams.
The second is a more recent movement. I wear sunglasses on top of my head while taking the exam. It's becoming something like a good luck charm. The sunglasses remind me where I came from, what I stand for, and where I'm going. It does a good deal of subconscious priming to boost my performance on my exam (DeSantis 2011). OMG I have to pee AGAIN. Brb. Back, anyway... Moving on.
That about concludes my post. This may be the longest post to date, which implies that my tactics for increasing thought and development and length for my posts have worked. But there's still one topic I'd like to discuss and I have about half a cup of coffee left. Actually I have two more topics cuz I just thought of one.
First and foremost, as I listen to the song "Welcome to My Hood' , I like to think of South Campus of UK my "hood". It's not a "hood" in the sense of cops busting pot dealers and welfare shit and whatever. It's not a hood in the sense of rappers spitting on top of shitty cars, no that's not what it's about. My hood is where there are hot girls in yoga pants. EVERYWHERE. My hood is a place where on a Friday afternoon you can run around shirtless and you will be praised for your sculpted core. On a Saturday night you can return to your hood at 3am drunk as Charlie Sheen and you will be considered to be in the "normal" group. We party. We work. And me and my boys run it.
One last comment before I depart. Earlier this post I was talking about the two different weekend types. This observation may be biased, as I don't read my posts after posting them, but I believe that blogposts on "party weekends" are a lot douchier and cockier and just obnoxious by nature compared to the more formal and thought provoking "going home weekend" posts. Food for thought.
Ok I'm out. Time to go home. But first I have to call this fucking xbox repair center because they charged me and saying they didn't charge me. BULLSHIT. Ugh. Until next Friday...have a good week
Friday, September 30, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
I'm a douche now, it's whatever.
Uh oh it's that time again! It's Friday and if you glance to the lower right of your screen you will notice that it is also 7:30! WHICH MEANS, I'm on blogging away!
I just put a post up on fbook about the blissful moment between getting home from classes and going out partying. And it's pretty much BTS. If I ever get laid at 7:30 on a Friday night, during this period of relaxing emotions, I'm not evens sure what would happen to the universe. Having sex in a BTS environment would be like dividing by a zero. It'd be like an unstoppable force colliding with an immovable object. Who the fuck could predict the outcome. I'll just have to try it sometime, see what crazy shit happens.
So my degree of partying has stepped up about 300% without me really noticing it until today. For the fuck of it, I made a word document (got word 2010 for free btw as a perk of going to college. sweet) of all the parties I've gone to at college. Total count is 8 which is pretty fucking good. But if you do the math, I've gone to 8 in the 3 weekends I've actually been at college which averages 2.67 per weekend. In high school my average was 1 per weekend AT THE MOST. (Proving the 300% increase). So tonight the odds support me going to yet another party and getting shitty and having a good time. Cuz that's what happens to me like every time. And I'm fine with that.
The part that interests me is how I've gotten accustomed to it rather quickly. So quickly, that I have forgotten about where I came from: high school. When talking to karen and other people in highschool, if I ask "so what're you doing tonight?" i'm expecting the answer to be the location of a party... e.g. "We're going to so-and-so's house:)". HOWEVER the answer is never that, the answer is always "football game" or "tailgating" or "movies" etc. And after that i make a second false assumption and ask "oh so are you getting hammered?"
AND THEY SAY NO!! And I'm like "are you fucking kidding me? it's friday!" Like understand my philosophy. Don't fuck around during the week. Get all your shit done. Get your future set. Get your HW done get your grades in, get your paper. And yeah your life is gonna suck for like 4 and a half days. I wake up at fucking 6am to go work my ass off for an hour. And it's cold. And it sucks, then I go to class and have homework for 10 hours.
That shit sucks! Which is why every single ounce of weekend and alcohol is squeezed out for enjoyment. You gotta bank off the weekends! So if anyone asks me what I'm doing on a friday or saturday night, i'm gonna say party on state street and I'm getting tolled!
So change of subject real quick. I've recently reached BAMF status. Being a BAMF is like being a knight. You become one by doing some crazy shit consistently and once you've become one, you're in for the rest of your life. P.R.'s is making me do just some of the most badass shit. Weekly pushups. 1000 last week, almost 1000 this week. I do them by the 500. Today i did 100 in three minutes before class. Like NBD. Yesterday we did some pushups for a minute per competition. I did 66. If you divide 66 by the number of seconds in a minute you will find that I was persisitently doing more than 1 pushup a second. Fuck I'm so badass I do ten pushups as a warmup before i do pushups. BA...MF.
I apologize if I have been coming off as cocky recently. Or a douche. Well actually I've accepted the fact that I'm a douche now, it's whatever. But yeah the more pushups I do for P.R. the more badass I believe I am and the bigger my head gets. However in addition, the more pushups I do the the bigger my muscles get, so it's whatever. Brb I gotta pee. A cup of coffee down and half a cup left, going through me like porous pavement.
I'm back. Alright story time. So last night Jamal and collin went out [partying], despite it being thursday. I was pretty tempted to go with them except thursday night is still considered a weekday and I am banned from partying on weekdays. Maybe I'll break it one of these days, but last night was just not the night. So. I'm in bed watching some family guy when these chicks knock on the door and are all like "is jamal in here?"
So I was like "no they went out" and they were like "oh we were gonna go with them." and I was like "sorry". Then they made shit interesting by saying "You should come out with us!" and I was like "I have a 9am tomorrow" and they were like "WE HAVE AN 8AM TOMORROW LETS PARTY!!" So I'm like politely rejecting the offer and they're just straight begging me to go out and drink with them and I'm like sorry.
So some people might say I missed a great opportunity to meet some new people, get some free booze, and have a kickass thursday night. However I don't look at it that way. I didn't miss the opportunity because there was no opportunity to begin with. I had no choice but to stay in, otherwise I'd miss class the next day and start rolling downhill. No fuck that I have forward momentum UPHILL. Not gonna party on a thursday night until the time is right.
Alright I'm running out of steam for this blog post, unfortunately. T'was a long one. I'm curious about if I maybe broke records with the length of it. Interesting shit. Posting once a week gives me more overall conciseness while improving relevence in each post. Potassium, one last sidenote before I sign off. Zack streck and Alex Shack did a nice prank on Mike Ydo. They got all their friends to call Mikey and ask him to give elmo his car back. Since his car is red. Cute. I participated. Anyway, I'm off to get ready for state street:) Until next Friday...
I just put a post up on fbook about the blissful moment between getting home from classes and going out partying. And it's pretty much BTS. If I ever get laid at 7:30 on a Friday night, during this period of relaxing emotions, I'm not evens sure what would happen to the universe. Having sex in a BTS environment would be like dividing by a zero. It'd be like an unstoppable force colliding with an immovable object. Who the fuck could predict the outcome. I'll just have to try it sometime, see what crazy shit happens.
So my degree of partying has stepped up about 300% without me really noticing it until today. For the fuck of it, I made a word document (got word 2010 for free btw as a perk of going to college. sweet) of all the parties I've gone to at college. Total count is 8 which is pretty fucking good. But if you do the math, I've gone to 8 in the 3 weekends I've actually been at college which averages 2.67 per weekend. In high school my average was 1 per weekend AT THE MOST. (Proving the 300% increase). So tonight the odds support me going to yet another party and getting shitty and having a good time. Cuz that's what happens to me like every time. And I'm fine with that.
The part that interests me is how I've gotten accustomed to it rather quickly. So quickly, that I have forgotten about where I came from: high school. When talking to karen and other people in highschool, if I ask "so what're you doing tonight?" i'm expecting the answer to be the location of a party... e.g. "We're going to so-and-so's house:)". HOWEVER the answer is never that, the answer is always "football game" or "tailgating" or "movies" etc. And after that i make a second false assumption and ask "oh so are you getting hammered?"
AND THEY SAY NO!! And I'm like "are you fucking kidding me? it's friday!" Like understand my philosophy. Don't fuck around during the week. Get all your shit done. Get your future set. Get your HW done get your grades in, get your paper. And yeah your life is gonna suck for like 4 and a half days. I wake up at fucking 6am to go work my ass off for an hour. And it's cold. And it sucks, then I go to class and have homework for 10 hours.
That shit sucks! Which is why every single ounce of weekend and alcohol is squeezed out for enjoyment. You gotta bank off the weekends! So if anyone asks me what I'm doing on a friday or saturday night, i'm gonna say party on state street and I'm getting tolled!
So change of subject real quick. I've recently reached BAMF status. Being a BAMF is like being a knight. You become one by doing some crazy shit consistently and once you've become one, you're in for the rest of your life. P.R.'s is making me do just some of the most badass shit. Weekly pushups. 1000 last week, almost 1000 this week. I do them by the 500. Today i did 100 in three minutes before class. Like NBD. Yesterday we did some pushups for a minute per competition. I did 66. If you divide 66 by the number of seconds in a minute you will find that I was persisitently doing more than 1 pushup a second. Fuck I'm so badass I do ten pushups as a warmup before i do pushups. BA...MF.
I apologize if I have been coming off as cocky recently. Or a douche. Well actually I've accepted the fact that I'm a douche now, it's whatever. But yeah the more pushups I do for P.R. the more badass I believe I am and the bigger my head gets. However in addition, the more pushups I do the the bigger my muscles get, so it's whatever. Brb I gotta pee. A cup of coffee down and half a cup left, going through me like porous pavement.
I'm back. Alright story time. So last night Jamal and collin went out [partying], despite it being thursday. I was pretty tempted to go with them except thursday night is still considered a weekday and I am banned from partying on weekdays. Maybe I'll break it one of these days, but last night was just not the night. So. I'm in bed watching some family guy when these chicks knock on the door and are all like "is jamal in here?"
So I was like "no they went out" and they were like "oh we were gonna go with them." and I was like "sorry". Then they made shit interesting by saying "You should come out with us!" and I was like "I have a 9am tomorrow" and they were like "WE HAVE AN 8AM TOMORROW LETS PARTY!!" So I'm like politely rejecting the offer and they're just straight begging me to go out and drink with them and I'm like sorry.
So some people might say I missed a great opportunity to meet some new people, get some free booze, and have a kickass thursday night. However I don't look at it that way. I didn't miss the opportunity because there was no opportunity to begin with. I had no choice but to stay in, otherwise I'd miss class the next day and start rolling downhill. No fuck that I have forward momentum UPHILL. Not gonna party on a thursday night until the time is right.
Alright I'm running out of steam for this blog post, unfortunately. T'was a long one. I'm curious about if I maybe broke records with the length of it. Interesting shit. Posting once a week gives me more overall conciseness while improving relevence in each post. Potassium, one last sidenote before I sign off. Zack streck and Alex Shack did a nice prank on Mike Ydo. They got all their friends to call Mikey and ask him to give elmo his car back. Since his car is red. Cute. I participated. Anyway, I'm off to get ready for state street:) Until next Friday...
Friday, September 16, 2011
We look good. We get vag. We party...
Alright what's up. I deeply apologize for not posting more often. One sec while I get some tunes bumpin.
Alright so here's what's up. I'm in college now and don't have a shit ton of spare time to be blogging my damn life away. I'll try to post as much as possible but I'm thinking about making it a Friday evening thing. Friday evenings are the shit, and nothing will change that. Just made that my fbook status. Yeah. Like it. Or I'm unfriending you.
So idk the last time I posted, but let me catch you up.
Air Force: all over it
Hard classes: all A's
Parties: all weekend
P.R.: hardest thing I've ever done in my life.
exaggeration: zero
Alright current events. It's friday night and per requirement of p.r.'s in about half an hour I'm going to do around 500 pushups. And I'm gonna do it in like an hour. And I'm gonna go harder than cock. Lookout. Then I'm finna party. Until it's not even fun anymore.
Alright history lesson. I got a tight pack of fucking bro's on this here campus. We got tom, alex, and tucker. Those are my go to gents. They all got the same haircut as me, they all get pussy, they all go out with me. Why? Cuz they're my boys. And that's what we do, we look good, we get vag, and we party...
...on weekends. Yeah weekends here are big. Weekdays, not so much. Mondays are the slap in the face that wakes you up from the fantasy of a weekend on college campus. Sitting in the student center in between homework, class, and exams while that rihanna song about how the weekend is the fuck plays in the background... yeah not my shit.
What is my shit though, is how last weekend tom and alex and tucker and I were 2 for 2 with the parties. BOTH nights we walked in on a dudes sitting around, and they threw a party for us. Yeah. Cuz we command shit. All night.
My dorm needs energy drinks. That's how I party. I need energy to party. Btubs my dorm is fresher than laundry. Palm trees and ghandi everywhere. Like it should be. Febreeze, coffee, and fruit rollups are on call. Not to mention my sound system that gives justice to room #808.
Alright I totes wasn't even kidding about my new projected Friday schedule. I'm thinking around 7-8 I'm gonna come back to the dorm. Caffienate the fuck up. Overcaffeinate* and then write in this here blog. Then go out. I need to go to pushups for now. Talk to you next friday.
Until then...
Alright so here's what's up. I'm in college now and don't have a shit ton of spare time to be blogging my damn life away. I'll try to post as much as possible but I'm thinking about making it a Friday evening thing. Friday evenings are the shit, and nothing will change that. Just made that my fbook status. Yeah. Like it. Or I'm unfriending you.
So idk the last time I posted, but let me catch you up.
Air Force: all over it
Hard classes: all A's
Parties: all weekend
P.R.: hardest thing I've ever done in my life.
exaggeration: zero
Alright current events. It's friday night and per requirement of p.r.'s in about half an hour I'm going to do around 500 pushups. And I'm gonna do it in like an hour. And I'm gonna go harder than cock. Lookout. Then I'm finna party. Until it's not even fun anymore.
Alright history lesson. I got a tight pack of fucking bro's on this here campus. We got tom, alex, and tucker. Those are my go to gents. They all got the same haircut as me, they all get pussy, they all go out with me. Why? Cuz they're my boys. And that's what we do, we look good, we get vag, and we party...
...on weekends. Yeah weekends here are big. Weekdays, not so much. Mondays are the slap in the face that wakes you up from the fantasy of a weekend on college campus. Sitting in the student center in between homework, class, and exams while that rihanna song about how the weekend is the fuck plays in the background... yeah not my shit.
What is my shit though, is how last weekend tom and alex and tucker and I were 2 for 2 with the parties. BOTH nights we walked in on a dudes sitting around, and they threw a party for us. Yeah. Cuz we command shit. All night.
My dorm needs energy drinks. That's how I party. I need energy to party. Btubs my dorm is fresher than laundry. Palm trees and ghandi everywhere. Like it should be. Febreeze, coffee, and fruit rollups are on call. Not to mention my sound system that gives justice to room #808.
Alright I totes wasn't even kidding about my new projected Friday schedule. I'm thinking around 7-8 I'm gonna come back to the dorm. Caffienate the fuck up. Overcaffeinate* and then write in this here blog. Then go out. I need to go to pushups for now. Talk to you next friday.
Until then...
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