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...